Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

“You get more ass than the average Mounty street girl on a Saturday night, Luca. I’m sure you'll survive without mine.”

He’s fucking panting after her and I’m sure it’ll only be a matter of time before I’m coming back to our room to find him fucking her on Ash’s bed as a giant ‘fuck you’ to his cousin.

“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.”

“Yes. His older brother is insane and his sister would destroy your will to live without breaking a sweat. Ash, here, could beat the life out of you and then run a marathon for shits and giggles. Or just pay someone else to bury you, he’s richer than god.”

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.

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

“You better not be here at Joey’s request because I’ve already warned him twice about provoking me. If he does it again, I’m not going to play games with him, I’m going for his throat,” Lips says in a flat, no-bullshit tone.

I’ll never fucking admit how badly I want to pull them down and bury my face in her pussy, my dick in her ass, and my tongue down her throat. I want to cover her body with my own, mark her up, fucking ruin her until there’s no questioning that she’s mine.

The response I have to those messages shouldn’t surprise me at this point but the violent and possessive need to protect her, covet her, and own her takes me to my fucking knees.

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.

If I was brutally honest, I’d tell her she’s the melody in my head now, the sweet notes that get me through each day, and that Ash, Harley, and Avery have been my family since grade school and yet she tempts me to fucking ruin everything with them just to keep her and that terrifies me.

Avery huffs at us both and mutters under her breath, “In his dreams. On repeat, every night he’s absolutely fucking a Mounty.”

There’s no way I’d be feeling all of this shit if I didn’t want to call her mine and covet her; keep her the fuck away from the Bay and all of the dangers that place holds for her.

Avery scoffs at us and looks up from her phone with a smug look. “All hail the Wolf of Mounts Bay.”