12. Chapter 12 Scott
Chapter 12: Scott
I dried Bree off slowly, my hands lingering longer than they should have, but I couldn’t help it. Her body was warm and soft beneath the towel, and the sight of her flushed from our shower, hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, had me battling my desire all over again. But we needed to get moving. My phone buzzed on the nightstand and I grabbed it, glancing at the screen.
Jake.
Fuck.
I stepped away from Bree and answered. “Yeah?”
“Scott. Hey. Been trying to get hold of Bree. She hasn’t been answering her phone. Everything okay?”
I glanced over my shoulder. Bree was sitting on the edge of the bed, toweling off her hair, oblivious to the way my chest tightened. “Yeah, she’s fine. Her cabin took some damage in the storm last night. She’s staying here until we get it fixed.”
There was a pause on the other end, and then Jake’s tone turned curt. “Look, man, I know you’re helping her, and I appreciate it, but don’t fuck around with my sister. She’s off limits. Got it?”
My jaw tightened. I felt the weight of what we’d done this morning pressing down on me like a goddamn boulder. “I won’t fuck her,” I lied smoothly. The truth was I hadn’t fucked her, but I had already made her come more times than any other man probably ever had.
I could practically feel his glare through the phone. “Good. Don’t make me regret trusting you.”
“You won’t,” I said, voice clipped. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”
“Alright. Thanks, man.”
I hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed. Bree looked up at me, brows raised. “Jake?”
I nodded. “Worried because you weren’t answering your phone. Told him you were here. He warned me you were off limits.”
She frowned. “And what did you say?”
I stepped closer, cupping her face gently, my thumb tracing over her lower lip. “I told him I wouldn’t fuck you.”
Her lips parted, her breath catching. “And are you planning to keep that promise?”
I leaned down, brushing my mouth over hers, voice low and rough. “Sweetheart, I’ve already broken it in every way that matters.”