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.

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.

Lips steps right up to him and pokes his chest with a finger like she’s literally poking the goddamn bear, snarling, “I don’t answer to you, asshole. You ever speak to me like this again and I’ll bury you.”

She whirls around to face me, her eyes narrowed and throwing fire my way. “We just ate together, you didn’t have to hurt me to speak to me.” Fuck.

Harley is in love with her. Blaise is a little too fucking interested, no matter how much he’s fighting to ignore it. And no matter how hard I fucking try, I can’t stop thinking about her and I’ll hold onto this hate I have for her with everything I have because if I let it go? What do I have then?

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’m still fucking furious at what the cunt said about her, so I’m sure I look positively murderous.

If I don’t have her by the end of the night, these memories might just hold me over while I figure something else out. She’s fucking killing me here.

Her eyes stay fixed on mine as I unbutton my jeans and fuck me, the little moaning sound that comes out of her as I kick them away and stand there in nothing but my boxers almost has me nutting myself. There’s no fucking way that she can deny it now, she’s practically dripping all over the floor and I’ve never been so fucking relieved in my life, never been so fucking glad that every person we care about is miles away at some pretentious dance for wealthy assholes just trying to look important around each other. I’m not leaving this room until she’s 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’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.

“Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that, Mounty, just…I know nothing about where you come from. I guess Avery does and Harley obviously knows something but I’m trying to figure out how the fuck a sixteen-year-old girl can calmly, casually, offer to end someone’s life. Fuck, it’s not even the killing. It’s the mundane tone, like you’ve killed a bunch of other girls for pissing in your Cheerios.”

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 never going to eat again. Goodbye boobs, it was nice having you,” Lips mutters, and Avery cackles at her dramatics. “That will shut them up! The boobs are in danger.” Fuck that. I snort and shove her plate of French toast back in front of her. “Save the boobs, Mounty.”

“I was thirteen when the Hawk died and a spot opened up in the Twelve. They ran the Game, which should really have it’s name changed to ‘brutal torture sessions’. The Jackal sponsored me. I went up against thirty men and I won.”

“You won?” “Thirty men?” “What the fuck?!” Avery scoffs at us and looks up from her phone with a smug look. “All hail the Wolf of Mounts Bay.”

What. The. Fuck?! My vision whites out a little because that’s not fucking possible. That’s not even a little bit possible, right? The greatest assassin in the history of the Bay, the silent and deadly Wolf who has never missed a target. Lips Anderson. The Mounty. The motherfucking Wolf of Mounts Bay.

Her eyes squeeze shut but that mouth of hers just keeps running. “Nope. I cannot have Blaise in this room while I’m off my tits. Bad idea. I can’t have him around until I’m back… on my tits. Or whatever the opposite of this is.” My dick is definitely mistaking this as dirty talk, and I need to shut it down fast.

“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.”

“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.”

“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.”