Steal You Away Page 10

  Frustrated with the situation, I grab an empty glass and pour it half full of Disaronno, before topping it off with orange juice. I’m halfway through my drink when I realize all it’s doing is screwing with my mind more.

  “Not helping.” I shove the glass away and run a hand through my hair, my heartbeat racing and my palms sweaty. I’m two seconds away from screaming out my sexual frustration for a man I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

  I seriously need help.

  “Someone a little sexually frustrated? I could help you with that.”

  I jump, embarrassment creeping in as I turn around to find Colson leaning against the office door watching me. He must’ve slipped in through the backdoor. Him in those stupid ripped-up jeans and his sculpted chest and abs on display have me cussing under my breath and reaching for my drink again. The backward baseball cap he’s wearing does nothing to make him look less sexy. If anything, it only makes him hotter. He’s sweaty, as if he’s been skating around the parking lot since his shift ended.

  “What? Have you been outside just waiting for the perfect opportunity to taunt me?” I take a sip from the glass, eyeing him over the rim.

  He shakes his head and offers a crooked smile as he pushes away from the office door. “Not exactly. I just came from the skatepark.”

  My heart sinks, remembering the type of crowd that used to hang around the skatepark at night. Anyone under eighteen wasn’t allowed in after ten because it turned into a chill spot for drinking and getting high. I haven’t forgotten just how many girls want Colson that hang out there, Emery included. Jealousy creeps in when it shouldn’t.

  “Good for you. You should probably go and shower then. I’m good. I can handle things here. I always do.”

  “My brother makes you handle all things, doesn’t he?” he questions, eyes tense as he makes his way toward me. “That’s the difference between us. I’d always handle things for you.”

  “You just never stop making this about sex, do you?” I take a step forward, meeting him in the middle. I immediately wish I hadn’t when he backs me up against the bar and gently grips my throat, his intense amber eyes locked on mine.

  “Do you want me to stop?” He inches forward until his bottom lip brushes mine. It’s so full and soft, begging me to come closer, but I don’t. If anything, I should back away. “Because I don’t think you want me to. Not really. Not after the way you were looking at me in that towel this morning.”

  “Oh, I do. Trust me.” I swallow and suck in a breath when his tongue swipes out to lick my bottom lip. It’s so incredibly sexy that I can’t breathe for a moment. “Don’t do that,” I force out. “Don’t ever do that.”

  “Or what?” he questions, closing the distance between our bodies; every inch of his feeling extra hard against mine. “You’re going to finally have to admit that you want me after all this time? I fucking dare you to.”

  I shake my head and grip the bar behind me, paralyzed by his body and words just like that night before he left town. I can’t think when my body is betraying me. “Let me go, Colson. I don’t want you. Never have.”

  “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.” With his free hand, he grabs mine and places it just above the bulge in his jeans. He’s completely hard, and knowing that it’s because of me has my entire body on fire as I rip my hand away. “You could have me if you’d just admit it, Kennedy.” He moves around to speak in my ear, his uneven breathing causing the ache between my legs to grow stronger. “So many girls want what’s right in front of you, including you, yet you’re the only one afraid to admit it. Why?”

  Fighting to control my breathing, I place my hand on his bare chest. I shouldn’t have done that, because all I want to do is explore it beneath my fingertips. “I’m not afraid to admit a damn thing. There’s just nothing to admit.”

  “Is that what you’ll tell my brother when he asks why you’re so tense?” he whispers, moving my hand down his abs, stopping once he reaches his jeans. “Say the word and we’ll go lower. You don’t have to pretend you don’t want to touch it again.”

  “No,” I say firmly, my heart slamming hard against my ribcage as I rip my hand from his body. “We won’t. Touching you was a mistake. You were supposed to be your brother.”

  He smirks and backs away, pulling his T-shirt from his back pocket. “You should’ve known the moment you touched my cock and realized it was bigger, yet you still squeezed it.” With his gaze on me, he throws his shirt on, before lifting his baseball cap to run a hand through his sweaty hair.

  “It isn’t, by the way,” I lie.

  “Isn’t what?”

  “Bigger.”

  He reaches down to adjust himself and my eyes follow, unable to control the urge. “Is that why you just licked your lips the moment you looked at my dick? Because it isn’t bigger?”

  “What?” I ask, embarrassed. “I didn—”

  He takes a step toward me, getting into my personal space again. “Oh, but you did. It came so natural that you didn’t even notice.”

  Angry, I push him away and walk away from the bar, not wanting to give him the chance to trap me against it again. “People often lick their lips when they’re dry,” I try to say convincingly, but all he does is smile and reach out to run his thumb over my bottom lip.

  “Come on. I’ll walk you to your car. I don’t like you leaving here alone at night.”

  My thighs reflexively rub together, the sensation nearly causing my legs to shake. I don’t need Colson walking me to my car. What I need is to get away from him. Now. “No, thanks. But you can leave now. I have stuff to finish up here.”

  I look at his lips when he licks them without thinking, his expression turning serious once he notices. “You want to kiss me?”

  “No. What I want is for you to leave now.”

  He licks his lips again and comes closer. “I’ll kiss you if you want.”

  I look down again, panic setting in from the irrational thoughts in my head that I do want him to kiss me. I want him to really bad right now. “Goodbye, Colson,” I grit out, and with that, I hurry toward the bathroom door, putting some distance between us.

  “Shit,” I breathe out once alone, gripping the sink for a moment, before turning on the faucet to splash my face with cool water. I’m burning up right now and need to cool off. I need to breathe, and the thought of kissing him has me doing the opposite.

  After taking a few minutes to compose myself, I rush out of the bathroom to tell Colson him staying with us isn’t going to work, but by the time I exit the bathroom, the bar is dark and he’s already gone.

  Exhaling, I grab my keys and head out the back, locking up behind me. The moment I get to my car, I pull out my phone to send Dax a message, but then stop before hitting send. I’m not sure I can handle being around him tonight either. My thoughts are all over the place and it’s hard to think straight.

  I’m relieved when I get home to find Colson’s truck nowhere in sight. Hopefully that means he found somewhere else to stay, because I really don’t want to see him right now.

  After quietly letting myself inside, I crawl into bed and pull out my phone when it vibrates from an incoming text.

  Dax: I should come there tonight.

  Another text comes right after.

  Dax: I’m sorry about earlier. I was being a dick.

  Him apologizing almost has me changing my mind about him coming over tonight. Almost. But it’s late enough as it is, and Colson is nowhere around, so maybe what I need is a night away from both of them.

  Kennedy: Yeah, you were. I didn’t deserve your attitude…

  Kennedy: I’m in bed now. Your brother isn’t here. It’s late. We both should just get some sleep and see each other tomorrow. Okay?

  Dax: Good. Lock your bedroom door. I’ll be there when I wake up.

  Dax: I love you.

  I exhale and text him back. It’s been days since we’ve said those words. Not sure why, but it’s not something we’ve made a h
abit of saying often over the years.

  Kennedy: Love you, too. Goodnight.

  Tossing my phone aside, I stare at the door for a few seconds, before standing up, making the decision to lock it. It’s the right thing to do. The only thing to do to keep me from doing something I’ll regret.

  I should’ve broken down that bathroom door and given Kennedy what she wanted. There was no mistaking the look of need in her eyes when I asked her if she wanted to kiss me. She wanted it just as badly as I did.

  I’ve been driving around for the last twenty minutes, my head all fucked up over her. I figured teasing her with my body would be the easy part, make her cave, and she’d want me sexually. My plan was to then use that to build it up into more, but kissing is so much more than just physical attraction. Deep down, she wants me for more than just my body.

  I wasn’t prepared for that to hit me as hard as it did, but truthfully, I needed air just as much as she did. I needed to get my head straight before doing this.

  I park my truck out front and jump out, heading straight for Kennedy’s bedroom, not giving a shit about the consequences. I push the door open right as Kennedy is about to reach for the handle.

  Her breathing grows heavy as she looks me over, clearly just as worked up as I am right now. She’s two seconds from caving and she knows it. “Colson. What are you doing?”

  I step inside and shut the door behind me. Her eyes stay locked on mine as I walk toward her and gently grip her throat, backing her against the door. “You wanted me to kiss you earlier,” I state. It’s not a fucking question, because I could feel it.

  “I already told you I didn’t,” she breathes out, chest moving fast against mine. “Now get out of my room. Your brother is on his way.”

  “That’s a fucking lie.” I move in closer, my breath fanning across her lips when I speak. “He’s not coming tonight. I just drove past his house and all the lights were off. That’s bullshit. You’re just afraid that if I don’t leave you’ll let me kiss you and you’ll kiss me back. Admit it.”

  “Fuck you, Colson,” she bites out, pushing my chest with force. “Get. Out. Now.”

  “Not until you get what you want.” I grip her throat tighter, closing the distance between our bodies. “Take it,” I order.

  Her eyes flicker down to my mouth before she slaps me hard across the face, her heart racing fast against my chest because she’s just pissed she can’t resist me. She’s dating my brother, yet she wants me to kiss her, and she can’t stand it.

  Flexing my jaw, I crush my lips against hers, kissing her so hard that I accidentally bite her bottom lip, but it doesn’t stop me. The taste of her mouth as she kisses me back has my dick instantly hardening. I’ve waited too long to taste her… to touch her, and all the pain and torture was worth it.

  Picking her up, I carry her to the bed and spread her legs to lay in between them. With a growl, I grip her face and swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, before biting it. It takes patience with her, because on the second time she parts her lips, allowing me entry. The moment her tongue swirls with mine, her hands tangling in my hair, I growl into her mouth, needing more. The little moan she releases confirms she does too. My brother is the last thing on her mind right now.

  “I hate you,” she breathes out the moment our lips finally part. She yanks my hair hard, eyes growing dark. “You couldn’t just leave me be like you know you should. Fuck you, Colson!”

  “Not for long you won’t,” I reassure her, my free hand moving in between her thighs. She breathes against my lips, her breathing picking up the moment I slide my fingers over her fabric-covered pussy, feeling the wetness soaking through. “This is going to be mine someday, so do us both a favor and forget about Dax while I’m with you.” I bite her bottom lip and swipe my finger along the fabric again. “He doesn’t exist when I’m with you, and I’ll remind you every chance I get.”

  She moans out and throws her head back, barely able to handle my touch, just as I suspected she would if she ever let go. “So sexy when you moan for me,” I whisper against her lips. “I want more of that. But first, Dax needs to know you’re not his.” Her breath hits hard against my lips when I move my hand down to grip her throat. “There’s so much I want to do to you and I’m tired of fucking waiting.”

  “Waiting? What do you mean? How long?” she finally asks.

  I smile and whisper against her lips, sure to shock her. “Since I was old enough to fuck. My brother knew I wanted you way before you were his.”

  She swallows, her eyes meeting mine again. “I didn’t know that.”

  “I didn’t figure you did. Now you do.” I release her neck and stand, leaving her breathing heavily as I walk away.

  I’m such an asshole that I can’t wait for my brother to find out from her. I need him to know now. I’ve held back from touching her out of the little bit of respect I have for him. Now that she’s kissed me, it’s a game changer.

  My brother looks about ready to kill me when he comes to the door. “What the fuck did you do?”

  “You sure you want to know, brother?” I step past him and into his house, going straight for the kitchen for a drink. “Because I don’t think you do.”

  “Dammit, Colson. This is not a goddamn game. What did you do?” He’s practically breathing down my neck now, his angry breaths hot against my skin. “I know you did something or else you wouldn’t be here, and she wouldn’t be texting me needing to talk. Tell me or I’ll choke it out of you.”

  “I barely touched her if that makes you feel any better.” I take the cap off the bottle of Vodka I find and take a swig straight from the bottle. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t almost make her come. That I did do.”

  Growling out in anger, he shoves my shoulder, causing the bottle to slip from my hand and land in the sink. I flex my jaw, eyes meeting his angry ones as he grips my throat and backs me against the wall. “I thought you didn’t touch her, asshole?”

  “Do you really think I need to touch Kennedy to make her come? She’s wanted me for some time now. All that built up frustration for me just ready to fucking explode. It’s time your little brother steps up and handles his business.”

  “She’s my fucking girlfriend, Colson. Mine. Not yours.”

  “Yeah? Well, she was supposed to be mine.” I shove his arm away, before pushing him across the room into the coffee table. “You only went after her to piss me off. You knew how badly I wanted her. I had a crush on her and you knew it. It was no secret between us that I’d planned to ask her out the moment I was old enough. You cockblocked me. You’ve had your chance, and because you’re my brother, I’ve sat back for years watching as you fucked everything up with her over and over again. I’m done sitting back. I’m done letting you have what’s meant to be mine.”

  Without a word, he swings out and punches me across the face. It’s not the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last.

  I stand tall, closing the distance between us. “See. You know I’m right. You also know you’re going to have to fight for her now.” I shove him against the wall and dig my forearm into his neck. “Are you going to fucking fight for her, brother? Huh?” I lean in close, my eyes on his angry ones. I want him to see I’m serious. “Because I want to know when I steal her from you that you did everything you could to keep her and I won her fair and square. Don’t disappointment me like you have my entire life.”

  He fights to catch his breath the moment I remove my arm from his throat and back away. “Hey, I never asked for a younger brother to look after. If you ask me, Mom and Dad should’ve stopped at Blaire. My life would’ve been a hell of a lot better without your ass following me around trying to hang out with my friends.”

  “I was thirteen and just wanted to be like my cool big brother. I looked up to you, and you ended up being the biggest letdown of my life. I learned that when you stole the only girl I cared about. Do you know how much hatred it must take for your own brother to do that to you? Now you get to see
what it feels like to be crushed. I’m back, big brother, and I’m not going anywhere. Not when I know I have a real chance now.”

  He grabs his jacket and slips it on as if he’s going somewhere.

  “She’s sleeping.” I laugh and shake my head. “This is your last chance too, in case you forgot. No more fucking breaks. What are you going to do when she tells you what happened between us tonight and then asks for one, because you know that’s what she’s going to do? This is Kennedy Ward here. She’s been faithful to you through three breaks; even when she found out you fingerfucked Valerie Klein on the second one.”

  His eyes widen, telling me he didn’t know I knew about his little screw up. Kennedy wanted to keep it a secret from everyone, but it was Travis who walked in on him with Valerie. The dude is my best friend. Of course, he told me.

  “Yeah, so it’s probably best you stay away for the night. She’s already curled up in bed thinking about me. Let her enjoy herself.”

  “Fuck you!” He tosses his jacket aside and gets in my face again, shoving me against the wall. “You can fuck with her all you want and it still won’t be good enough for her to walk away from me. Do you really think something as little as you tempting her with sex is going to erase over seven years of history we have together?” He presses his fingernail into my forehead, digging it in. “If you do, think again, little brother. I’ll end you. You might think you’ve won right now, but you haven’t.”

  I smile and walk away, deciding to let him have the last word for once. He’s about to find out real soon that he’s wrong, because now that we’re playing fair, there’s no competition between us. I’ll win every fucking time.