Page 35 of Deviant
C’mon, Molly. Let’s give her something good enough to post on Snapchat.
I shift closer to Molly, angling us just enough toward the firelight that the shot will be good. Not obvious, but just enough. The friend’s phone tilts almost imperceptibly in our direction, and I feel the corner of my mouth pull.
There it is.
Placing my fingers under her chin, I lean in close, getting into her personal space. “Maybe I’m not charming at all. Maybe I just know how to give you what you’re missing.”
Her eyes drop to my lips, and she’s so focused on the distance between us that she doesn’t notice the flash go off to her left.
But I do.
A hand clamps down on my shoulder, rough, squeezing in warning, and I know exactly who it is.
Guess my time is up.
Taking my time to stand, I lean in closer, so that my lips almost touch the shell of Molly’s ear. “It was nice talking to you, Molly.” I look down and wink before turning to face an incredibly annoyed Cash. I give no reaction, though, crossing my arms over my chest.
I’m not fucking sorry. Why would I be? I’ve done nothing wrong.
“Walk. Now.” He jerks his head in the direction of the tree line to the left, where there aren’t as many people.
Excitement buzzes under my skin as I itch for the fight I know I’m going to get with both Thornwood brothers.
Picturing the look on Rhett’s face when he sees that photo is too good. Will he be mad? What will upset him more? The way my hand was on her face possessively, or maybe it’ll be the way she was eyeing me like I’m the first meal she’s had in a long time and she’s starving.
It’s not my fault he starved her of affection. She deserves more than what he’s been giving her; I can see that plain as day. I just have no interest in being the one who gives it to her. I want my man, and he won’t move, so I moved for him.
Maybe he’ll be relieved. I did him a favor.
The girl clearly would have bent if I’d had five more minutes with her, and while there’s a piece of tonight I’m not proud of, I want Rhett Thornwood and I’m done waiting.
After we get to a more secluded area, he goes to speak but stops himself. Then says, “What the fuck was that, Colt?”
“That was talking, Cash. I know you jump at everything that moves, but some of us actually justtalkto women.”
His jaw ticks, not taking the bait. “You know exactly who she is, Colt.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Don’t. I’m not stupid, and neither are you. You saw them together at the bonfire. So skip the part where you pretend you didn’t know and tell me what you’re actually doing.”
“Okay, fine. She told me she just broke up with him.” The lie rolls off my tongue easily. She didn’t fucking mention him, actually. Which is another huge problem. Rhett doesn’t deserve a girl who would throw herself at some random guy just because he isn’t around.
“You’re lying.”
“Am I?”
“She’d never say that.”
I raise my brow, giving him a smug look. “That’s cute. You clearly didn’t hear our conversation, though, becauseapparentlyI’m charming.”
He grabs a fist full of my shirt, slamming my back into a tree. The bark bites into my skin through my shirt, and the sting temporarily eases the buzzing just underneath. His composure cracks just a little more.
That’s it, Thornwood. Swing.
Keeping my hands steady at my side, I crack a grin.
Cash tilts his head. “You’re not interested in Molly. Not even a little. Which means the only reason you went over there was to start something. So, who are you starting it with? And if you say Rhett, then I will actually bruise that pretty fucking face of yours.”
