Page 133 of Five Brothers

But I don’t want to stay the same, either.

If she doesn’t want me, she’s going to know there won’t be a second chance. I’m not the one you run to when you’re lonely. Not anymore. I’m not going to always stick around.

I don’t need anyone. Stay or don’t stay. Be here or don’t. I don’t give a shit.

I reach back and thread my fingers through her hair, kissing her again and trying to stick my tongue in her mouth. I bite and move over her lips, taking what I want.

“I should send you to Iron for a little visit.” I kiss her. “He should have another turn with you.”

She doesn’t kiss back. But she doesn’t pull farther away, either.

“But I think you’re just going to want more of me.” I catch her bottom lip between my teeth. “Someone older who has more experience.”

She pulls away, lifting her chin. “And which one are you again?”

I laugh, taking her neck in my hand and touching everywhere I can reach. I grab her ass in my hand and thrust us together.

She grunts, feeling my cock through my jeans. “Look at me,” she says.

I don’t. I rip open her shorts. She moans.

“Man, you cannot do that here!” Chavez barks, and I feel the cop car veering to the side of the road. “Stop!”

I see Marquis out of the corner of my eye turning in his seat. “Are you guys … actually …”

Chavez jerks his head, looking as well. “Are they—”

But I don’t pay them any attention. “Rich girl, poor girl,” I taunt her, kissing and biting her neck. “Y’all look the same when you’re naked.”

Maybe if I’m an asshole, people will fear me like they do Macon. Or at least see me like they do Dallas.

I should’ve tried to be a prick a long time ago.

But she urges, “Look at me.”

Pain shoots through my heart, and I hover over her lips as I push her shirt up.

“Look at me,” she whispers. “Fucking look at me.”

I can’t stop myself.

I meet her eyes and halt, entranced.

A lock of hair drapes diagonally over her face, her blue eyes filled with heat and something warm. Something that’s her and always is.

“Kiss me,” she begs.

I sink into her mouth, and she kisses me back this time. Both of us take it deeper, as we press ourselves against the leather of the seat. I reach down, starting to peel off the strap of her panties.

“Oh, Jesus,” one of the cops say.

I hear car doors open. I think they’re about to pull me off her, but all I hear is “Just hurry up, goddammit!”

I tear my mouth away just long enough to tell them, “Turn off the dash cam.”

There’s some shuffling, and then the doors close.

I don’t look to see where they went, but I’ve got a girl chained up in the back seat with me, and I’m not hurrying anything.