Page 209 of Five Brothers
She swallows. “You.”
Yeah.
Her breathing hitches as she backs up more. “You son of a bitch.
How could … Why did you push me away? I was yours!” She glares at me, pained. “I would’ve been yours in a heartbeat. A thousand more times! You acted like you didn’t want me in the garage that night we fixed the car. Why didn’t you say something?”
“You knew it was me.” I stop in front of her. “You always knew it was me. Do you think I didn’t notice you months ago? How you’d hold your breath every time I walked in a room? You knew it the next morning when I sat down at the table and the jolt hit your heart, because it hit mine, too.” I search her eyes. “Thehyperawareness we have around each other. You knew the moment it happened that you didn’t want it to be anyone else.”
She shakes her head as if in denial.
Knocks sound on the broken door. “Hello?”
“Are you pregnant?” I ask in a whisper.
She just keeps shaking her head frantically. “Why didn’t you say something?”
“If you have my kid, there’s no escaping me, Krisjen.”
She looks up at me. “Why didn’t you say it was you?”
And my eyes fall to her pink mouth and those lips that were wrapped around me just a few hours ago.
I’m so fucking hungry for her. “There’s no escaping me no matter what.”
“We’re coming in!” a man shouts.
She wets her lips, her eyes darting between me and the door, and I wrap my arms around her. I yank open the door under the stairs, and shove us inside.
“Carsten Security?” the guard calls from inside the house. “Anyone home?”
I close us inside the dark room and back her up against the wall, her whimper falling across my lips.
“Hello?” someone calls out.
She opens her mouth, but I touch it with mine. “Shh …”
Shoes squeak against the marble floor outside the door, muffled talking, but her heat travels through my hand, and I suddenly can’t catch my breath. I want to be inside of her.
“Swamp shouldn’t cross the tracks,” she bites out.
But I take her head in my hands. “You’re Swamp now, too,” I say. “You’re ours.”
Tears fill her eyes, and I capture her mouth, her moan drifting down my throat as she gives in to it and kisses me back.
A man calls out again, “Carsten Security!”
She pulls away from my mouth, breathing hard as I nibble herjaw, her neck, and then her fucking lips again. She sighs. “Macon …”
I lift her up into my arms, guiding her legs around me. “How could I tell you it was me?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me.
“Hello?” a guard calls out, footfalls hitting the stairs above us.
“You didn’t hear me come into the house that night,” I tell her. “You didn’t stop.”
I felt like shit, and I walked in and saw her so beautiful on the couch. Her hand under the blanket. Her shirt pulled up and her breasts and skin …