Page 70 of Between Control and Chaos
“I went to Jaxson for help,” I whisper, glad that I’m facing away from him right now.
His breath hovers, his lips no longer teasing me as he pulls back. When I don’t spin around to face him, I hear the heat of his words at my back. “Turn around, Bristol.”
I don’t want to.
Facing him, knowing of my betrayal will hurt a thousand times worse, even if I did it to help him.
“Turn. Around.” His voice is laced with anger, and his hold on me loosens to nothing as he pulls away from my touch.
That hurts worse than anything else.
I shut my eyes and turn around, facing him but not having to look at him. It’s childish, but I don’t care. I refuse to see the anger because while I know I shouldn’t have gone to Jaxson, I also would do it all over again if it meant helping my friends.
“Look at me,” Liam growls. His touch startles me as he caresses my cheek, his touch featherlight, gentle, not at all in tune with his voice and tone.
My eyelids flutter open, staring up into his pale blue eyes.
His lips are on mine before I realize what’s happening, his fingers tangling in my long, dark locks, pulling me closer, tighter against him.
He drinks me in like it might be the last time we’re together, and I pull him tighter, crushing his body against mine. My fingers tangle in the nape of his neck, playing with his golden hair, my fingernails trailing over his skin, gripping him to me.
Liam walks me backward against the bookshelf, and I gasp when I feel his hard-on poking me through his pants. His tongue is in my mouth, his breath stealing mine away, and my fingers grip his arms, my body at a moment’s notice ready to betray me.
Perhaps he senses it, or maybe he feels me trembling, because he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He pins me against the stack of books, and the room swelters as his mouth moves from my lips to my neck.
Heat floods all of my senses, my hips grinding against him as my pussy flutters along with my heart.
A throaty laugh emits from the opposite side of the room. I bury my face in Liam’s neck as he gently places my feet back down on the ground, leaning me against the bookshelf to steady me.
He doesn’t turn around. He doesn’t have to, to know that we’ve been caught.
Liam’s twin, Sophia, caught us making out in the library.
And ever since, she’s been giving me a look, a silent warning, but why?
Luca drives and Harper sits up front with him. Liam and I take the backseat, with Zeke crammed between us in his car seat.
There is a third row of seats, and Sophia is in the back behind us. She can stare at me all she wants. The only thing she’s going to see is the back of my head.
Liam shifts to give his attention to both me and his sister.
“Still enjoying your first week on the job?” Liam chuckles with a wry grin, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Sophia to answer.
“I’d enjoy it better if I didn’t have to walk in on my brother fucking?—”
“Language!” Harper snaps from the front seat.
“Sorry,” Sophia apologizes, “canoodling with one of my friends.”
“Would you rather I shag a stranger?” Liam asks, laughing at the absurdity of her statement, and I shoot him a warning glance.
“You do that and you’re a dead man,” I say. The mere thought of him putting his hands on another woman makes my stomach turn.
Liam reaches over the car seat, and I offer him my hand. “Believe me when I say, I can’t handle more than one woman at a time.”
I glare at Liam, unsure that it’s a worthy apology.
Luca snorts from the front seat. “Nice save.”
