13. Chapter 13 Bree
Chapter 13: Bree
I am feeling warm and sore in the best way, as last night floods back. The rain continued, so we spent the day, and then the night, wrapped up in bed, exploring.
Scott’s mouth on me. My mouth on him. The shower after. The way he looked at me like I was everything he needed.
I smile to myself, stretching lazily, feeling the ache between my thighs. It’s a reminder that whatever line we nearly crossed last night, it was worth it. So far, Scott had kept his promise to Jake and not gone any further, but it’s not like didn’t want him to. My pig-headed brother was now phoning twice a day to check and it was starting to piss me off.
I frown, sitting up, clutching the sheet to my chest. The sound of low voices drifts through the partially open window. Scott’s deep, gruff tone carries easily, clearly talking to my brother. Again!
I grab my phone from the bedside table, noticing the missed calls and messages from when I had silenced my phone the night before.
I crack the window a little more, straining to hear.
“Don’t fuck around with her, man. She’s not just some fling,” Jake’s voice is tight, serious. “Bree’s been through enough bullshit. She deserves better.”
There’s a pause, and I hold my breath.
Scott’s voice is low, steady. “I’ve already told you I’m not going to fuck her, she’s like a sister to me.”
Heat rises in my cheeks, part anger, part embarrassment. What the hell!
I shove the sheets off, getting out of bed quickly. My legs are a little wobbly, but I ignore it. I grab my sweats and tank top from the floor and throw them on. If he’s going to act like the last twenty-four hours was not a big deal, then fine. Two can play that game.
By the time I step into the kitchen, Scott’s arms are crossed over his broad chest, his expression carefully blank. Jake’s on speakerphone, his voice coming through the old-school flip phone Scott insists on using.
“Hey Brother,” I call out as Scott keeps his eyes on me.
“Bree, you there?” Jake’s voice crackles. “You okay?”
I force a bright, cheerful tone, even though my heart is cracking a little. “I’m fine, Jake. Just some roof damage from the storm. Scott’s helping me fix it.”
Scott’s eyes snap to mine. I meet his gaze head-on, plastering a smile on my face.
Jake exhales. “Good. I told Scott not to let anything happen to you. He’s got your back.”
Oh, he had my back, all right. And his mouth between my legs.
I smother the bitter laugh rising in my throat.
“Thanks, Jake. I’m in good hands.” I glance at Scott as I say it, and his jaw ticks. Good. Let him squirm.
Jake wraps up the call, making Scott promise to keep me updated. Once he hangs up, an awkward silence settles between us. I busy myself by pouring coffee, but I can feel Scott’s eyes on me. His tension is practically vibrating in the air.
“Bree—”
I cut him off, keeping my voice light and casual. “So, when can we start on the roof? I want to get back into my place as soon as possible, since I’m like a sister to you.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “We’ll start after breakfast.”
I nod, sipping my coffee like everything is perfectly fine. I don’t know what this is between us, but I know one thing—I’m not backing down. If he wants to pretend last night didn’t happen or that he doesn’t feel anything for me, that’s his choice.
But I’m not done with him.
Not even close.