Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

It’s like I can watch the respect she has for him doubling by the second; the more he talks about protecting his cousin in the most violent ways, the more he reels her in. Maybe it is a Mounty love story for the ages.

anyone who touches either of them is fucking dead,”

Whether Ash likes it or not, the Mounty is family now.

When we both arrive at the library, there's a freshman already sitting with her, making eyes at her like she hung the fucking moon, and I immediately decide he has to die.

“This is Blaise Morrison. Don’t insult his music or beat him in choir or he’ll get pissy and you’ll be miserable for the rest of the year. And this is Ash Beaumont.”

I might fucking loathe her but she could break him in half with one arm tied behind her back. I'd also pay to watch that, but for entirely different reasons than Harley would.

I know she likes what she sees. I know because so long as I pretend I can't see her checking me out, she keeps doing it like she can't keep her eyes off of me.

she’s a danger to us because Harley might kill us all if we try fucking anything with her.

“Lips went to Haven to help Avery but she also went for you. Now she’s going to the party to deal with Joey too and if I try to stop her, she’ll just figure out how to go without me. If I don’t go with her and have her back, I’m no fucking better than any of the rest of these assholes here. She’s had our backs, even when we fucking hated her. I’m going. Deal with it.”

Every time I look at her I feel like the air has been knocked out of my lungs and it’s getting harder and harder to play it cool around her.

Fuck, I want her. I want her so fucking bad, it’s kind of pathetic.

I grab the Mounty’s hand and tug her back over to my side. There’s no way I’m having her doubt me, not over this bitch. Not over anything, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as I am about her. Whatever it takes, she’s going to be mine.

There aren’t many perks to growing up in Mounts Bay. Knowing how to dance with her is definitely one of them.

She watches my every fucking move with this longing, this hunger, that I could always feel simmering away under the surface of her skin, even when I wasn’t entirely sure it was aimed at me. There’s no mistaking it now.

I don’t need to know all of the details to know that she’s fucking it for me. She’s everything I want and now I have her, I’m not going to fuck this shit up.

She kisses me like she’s with me in this worship and, fuck, I’m done for. This is it. This is the only girl I’m ever going to fucking want.

“Nope. No. We’ll stop. If you can’t kiss me without grinding on my dick like that, we have to stop,”

Avery is fucking obsessed with her, Harley is in love with her, Blaise is doing everything in his power to stay away from her, and me? I can’t stop fucking thinking about her.

She’s the ache in my chest that I can’t cure, no matter how hard I try.

Lips says in a flat, no-bullshit tone. It’s my favorite one she uses.

Someone at this fucking hellhole of a school is fucking with my girl. I will kill the asshole, I will fucking gut him,

She doesn’t move from under her covers when I walk in. I hover by the bed for a second to make sure she’s actually fucking breathing, my own chest going tight at the thought that maybe she just decided to take a handful of pills and end it all. I know just enough about her past to be worried about that and not enough to be sure.

This girl is fucking obsessed with food. I get it, I am too in my own way. It’s like the Mounty kid trauma toolkit; we all have weird issues about food, money, and loyalties. Don’t ask us to snitch on shit and don’t ever, ever touch our food.

“It's Christmas, we deserve some fucking sprinkles.” It’s too fucking cute.

Let's just say one of us thinks the movie is a Halloween movie and the other person is wrong.

I’m playing for keeps this time.

It was just… fun to share someone with Blaise and Harley. She wasn’t the right girl for it, we all knew it from the start and never really did anything with her beyond the usual quick, rough fuck, but I think we’d all entertained the idea of sharing someone.

he’s watching her. It’s both a good and bad thing. I want him to ease up on her. I don’t want him to fall for her.

I’m a grumpy fuck about it. The grumpiest fuck, which is saying something because Ash exists.

“What?! He had his hand around your throat? I’ll gut him.” Blaise smirks back at me. “Oh, don’t you worry, the Mounty was going to. Pretty sure he’ll end up with a nasty scar. Really, I saved his life with the beating I gave him.”

That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl.

She already knows that if she doesn’t hand the kid from Mounts Bay food, she’ll just starve. They all broke me out of that shit years ago.

“He decided our path to friendship is going to be paved in lace. I decided he’s a perv and it’s easier to let him go than fight it.”

the terrifying thing is that she likes what she sees in me. All of the cruel and handsome and broken and true—every little piece of it that she finds, she likes. She fucking owns me. Arbour is going to murder me.

“You gonna share with the class whose fault it is you’re pissy or just attempt a diabetic coma?”

“I don't. I… fuck, you’re in. You’re family now. I'm coming with you and I'm helping you take Harlow out.”

I kiss her like I've never kissed a girl before. I kiss her like she's the only fucking drug I'll ever need pumping through my veins, like I don't fucking care that she's going to be my downfall and that doing this is the end of everything I love and covet in my life. I kiss her like it doesn't matter that I'm betraying two of the most important and vital people in my life. I kiss her like I love her.

Of all the girls, we pick the most fucking complicated one… and the same one. All three of us.”

He’s in love with her. It’s like a punch to the gut because my stake over her wasn’t just that I wanted her first, it was that I wanted her for keeps. Fuck, if Morrison feels the same fucking way, I’m screwed. Totally, utterly fucking screwed. I need another drink.

“I’ve seen her naked, dripping wet in the shower, in every piece of skimpy lace Ash picked out for her, and all sweaty and panting after a long, hard workout. Oh, I’ve also seen her in yoga poses that would make a monk weep.”

I can’t fuck a Hannaford boy.

“Besides, the majority of males at this school don’t know how to make it good for girls. Why risk torture and death if you’re not even going to come?”

“Better off doing it myself, right?” I think the fuck not.

I tried asking Lips exactly once during class and decided that I like my balls where they are and maybe today isn’t the best day to be questioning her. I’ve seen what she can do when she’s provoked.

“The only thing better than making him bleed would be watching her bleed him out."

I fucking love this girl.

gossip spreads faster at Hannaford than herpes,

“I can take care of myself,” she murmurs as we slip out and head to our class. I shrug. “You can, but that doesn’t mean you have to.

I feel like I’m becoming Ash which is just fucking disturbing.

Avery looks smugly around at us as well, grinning at Lips like she’s in love with her. That makes four of us.