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.

“I’m a Mounty. I’m a foster kid. I was a child of neglect before that. Last year I was the target of a game that had most of the male population of this school following me around bugging me for sex every day. I’ve had to threaten Harley’s psycho cousin with a knife to the dick. You think I don’t have experience fighting off rapists? Please. Go back to your privileged, gilded fucking towers and leave me the hell alone.”

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.

I might fucking loathe her but she could break him in half with one arm tied behind her back.

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.

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.

She pouts up at me but her eyes are already fluttering shut. “You’re the one that stripped off.” I scoff at her as I slide out of the bed to get some space before I change my mind, mumbling under my breath, “I had to get your attention somehow.”

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

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

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.

“Oh my freaking God. You’re all in love with her. This isn’t just some disgusting sex thing… you want to date her. All three of you. Well, I’ll be damned.”

“I'm weird. I wear guys’ shirts and sweaters with booty shorts and skirts. I listen to the same three albums on repeat. I like French toast, coffee, and cherry anything. I don't function on my birthday or Christmas. I can kill a grown man eight different ways with nothing but my bare hands. I’m never going to be normal.”

He grabs her chin and stares down at her, the blank mask that’s permanently on his face gone and he’s staring down at her with that same need to brand her, own her, that I’m feeling. “If you're trying to warn us off it’s not going to work. We've never agreed to anything as quickly as when we agreed to share you. I'm not planning on wooing you, I'm planning on doing whatever I need to do to get to keep you.” She swallows, and he licks his lips subconsciously, like he’s just barely holding himself on a tight leash. “I want us to keep you. I don't want you all to myself, I want to share you with my best friends and I want you to love every fucking second of it.” She blinks and then nods, completely transfixed as he eases up from her a little with a smirk.

“I won't get out of bed before the coffee machine is on. I hate blues music and listen to Vanth as religiously as you do. I run track because it makes me feel like I'm dying and sometimes I need to feel like that. I miss my mom and I hate my father. My brother is trying to kill me and my father is taking bets on how long it’ll take him to succeed. Finding Joey standing over Avery's lifeless body broke something in me that I don't think I'll ever be able to fix. I’m a bigger monster than you because I don't give a fuck who you've killed or why you did it. In fact, from here out I’m helping you bury the bodies.”