16. Cass #2
“Mhhhhm,” she hums out to interrupt me. “All I hear is your ego that can’t handle someone being better than you.”
Anger beyond incinerates in me.
And then she leans down, whispering darkly in my ear.
“Let me guess, no one ever saw your talents, and you constantly had to prove yourself. Parents didn’t fucking care about you, and you learned you had to fight for love, am I—“
But before she has even finished her sentence, something in me snaps.
I hit, before I even know what I am doing.
She is almost thrown off her feet, but comes back up immediately.
I hit again, and again, and again with a force I didn’t know there was. The last one, she blocks with her forearm, and then retaliates.
Her fist hits me, stomach first, temple next. She has longer arms; I am faster.
I strike again.
She evades last second while simultaneously kicking me in my stomach.
I fly off.
Damn, she has fucking power in her legs.
She bleeds from a cut on her eyebrow.
I have a metallic taste on my lip.
We’re both standing there, panting.
She has that look on her face—
A flicker in her eyes.
And is that the hint of a grin?
“Is that all?” she asks, provoking me.
I run into her, shoulder first and push her back.
We land onto the Eleanor’s hood with a deep thud.
I close my hand around her throat.
Her lips part slightly as her gaze locks with mine.
It is the hottest thing I have seen in forever. The way she provokes me with just her eyes—
My heart skips a beat.
And then I do the stupidest thing I could possibly do, and that is to kiss her.
Not just any kiss, but one that is so wild I don’t recognize myself.
I press my hips between hers, her knee slides between my legs, and we just eat each other up.
It is nothing like the kiss last night—
This here is something else.
We kiss.
And kiss.
Suddenly, clapping behind me.
I stop and push myself off her and stumble a step back.
“Epic show,” says my jackass of a brother. “Can I film?”
“Fuck you!” I shout at him as I stride towards him, punch him at full force into the face, and then walk inside.
“Someone can’t lose,” I hear Addy tell him with a laugh, patting his shoulder.
“I can lose!” I shout at her. “As long as it’s fair!”
“Oh, so you tell me you never took the shortcut and turned into the one-way?”
I open my mouth and close it again.
“Figured,” she says as she walks past me. “Now that we have sorted that, what about the bacon and ham sandwiches I was promised?”
I say nothing, because I am boiling inside.
“How many do you want?” asks my brother Addy.
“Enough so I can neutralize last night’s shenanigans,” she says. “At least two bottles of high-percentage stuff.”
Jackson laughs. “On it. And you, sis?”
“I’ll take your head roasted on a platter,” I say darkly.
“What did you do with her?” he asks, turning to Addy.
“Made her shower in a rich people shower,” she says, giggling to herself.
“Nice,” he says, “Can I watch next time?”
“I’M YOUR FUCKING SISTER,” I roar at him. Addy, however, walks over to him where he stands in the kitchen.
“First of all, I am not your male dickhead bestie you can joke with,” she says darkly, and a grin appears on my face. “Secondly, if you ever try to male gaze on me, her, or us, I promise you I’ll sneak into your bedroom at night and send a penis fish up your dick.”
His look is gold, because my brother, for the first time in his life, has no answer.
“Weirdly specific,” I say as I walk up to her from behind to take a beer from the fridge.
“Took it from a role I played,” she says, staring my brother down.
“Here,” I say and hold up a beer for her. “Just keep drinking; it helps with that hangover”
She takes it without a word and empties it in one go.
“I like her,” says my brother as we both watch her.
Yeah, me too.
Even if I hate her.
“Nikki here?” I ask.
“NICKS!” my brother shouts. “Breakfast and your presence is wanted.”
“I could have done that myself,” I say.
“But you didn’t,” he says as he takes bacon, ham, and butter from the fridge.
Nikki comes down with just panties on, silences me with a finger when I open my mouth, pours herself a coffee, gets a beer, empties that too, and only then turns to Jackson.
“What?” she asks.
“My sister wants your presence,” he says, slapping her ass.
This is a madhouse, I tell myself and groan internally.
“Hi Nikki,” says Addy and hugs her. Naked as she is, with Nikki’s boobs pressing into her—
“Will you get fucking dressed?” I curse at Nikki.
“What’s up with you?” she asks, not seeing any issue.
“Too much naked skin for this morning, I believe,” whispers Addy to Nikki, but I heard it all. They both laugh.
“Fuck you,” I say angrily and turn away. “Also, it’s fucking afternoon, and we have a plan to make.”
“What did you do with her?” asks Nikki Addy.
“Nothing—well, might have beat her again,” Addy says with a big grin on her face.
“So that’s what the mood is all about,” Nikki says, walks over to me and pats my shoulder. “Grumpy gremlin can’t lose.”
“Get dressed or grumpy gremlin will lose her mind,” I say threateningly.
Nikki chuckles and gets upstairs.
“She’s way too hot for your brother,” says Addy close to my ear.
She is too close. Too close with her scent and her daring comments and her looks and her—
“I need more beer,” I say, stomp off and get another one from the fridge. I need more people in her, something that distracts me from her.
“I’m the other,” I say. “We have things to do.”