Chapter Nine
The house pulses with energy—lights low, heavy bass matching the beat of people dancing and grinding in the large living room. Shots are poured in the expensive, designer kitchen and what looks like a library has been turned into the unofficial hookup spot for anyone who doesn’t mind voyeurism.
I need to lay eyes on her. The camera feed was a tease compared to the drug that is being around Leigh in person.
That restrained way she has of holding herself around me…
nervously. I make her nervous and she makes me so goddamn hot for her.
Watching her get off while thinking about me has done something tragic to my brain, and I know it’s incurable.
I need her tonight.
She'd flown from the house, so fast I barely caught a glimpse of her little fairy costume before she dove into May's car.
My little Leigh is so desperate to escape the way I make her feel.
True, she's probably terrified that I know she's a closeted freak now, but even after that she still put her hand in her panties and played with herself while my name fell from her lips.
I’ve waited far too long to claim her. Besides, trying to avoid my obsession with Leigh left her free to fall into Isaac's fucking dumb-ass hands and look how that turned out. Made her even more reclusive, more reserved.
Sliding through the crowd, I finally spot her around the corner in the large wood paneled dining room. I can’t miss that soft looking green dress she has on, the one that would look just right on the floor at the foot of my bed.
She's backed into a corner, worry written across her face. My body tenses, ready to fuck somebody up. One thing about me—if Leigh is in distress and I am not the direct cause, it makes me fucking insane.
Isaac stands in front of her, not touching her, but blocking her exit just the same.
She sees me stalking toward them before he does, her eyes widening and darting back toward Isaac as if to warn him. He's too busy pleading his case to catch her distress and that pisses me off too.
“Everything okay here?”
His head snaps to the side, eyes cutting into me, and I can tell immediately he's fucked up.
“Yeah,” he eyes me up and down. “Didn't know you were back home. Me and Leigh were just going to head out. We've got some things to talk about.”
“No, we don’t," she snaps, making me smile.
I grin down at Isaac. “You heard her. Fuck off”
Choosing to ignore me, he tries to get her attention back. “Give me one night, Leigh, I swear I'll make it up to you.”
“No,” I say simply. “As if I’d let her get in the car with you when you're high. Don’t you remember what happened to the last guy who left a party wasted? Drove right into a beam. So sad. Anyways, come on,” I motion to Leigh, hand outstretched.
She eyes it, brow furrowing.
“Since when do you give a shit about her? If anyone has her best interest at heart, it’s me. She's my girlfriend.”
“Judging by the sounds I heard coming from her room earlier today, I’d say she’s moved on.” I say, eyes locked on her.
That gasp I knew was coming makes me laugh lightly, and I soak in that wide eyed blushed face as Isaac tenses beside me.
But then he reaches out and grabs her wrist and that playfulness burns out.
“Leigh, it’s not your brother’s business what we do-”
His words cut off when I punch him in the side of his head. His hand drops hers—good—to clutch his ear. He leans forward, groaning, but I ignore him. I just stare at her wide eyed face.
“It is my business, Leigh.” I say quietly. She swallows and I realize she’s just going to stand here, frozen, until I take control—something I’m happy to do. Elbowing Isaac as he tries to regain his footing, I offer her my hand again.
Nobody’s watching her hesitate, too busy pointing and snickering at the jackass moaning on the floor..
I watch her scan the crowd, eyes wide with excitement and anxiety before she reaches out her hand and lightly takes mine.