Rule (Marked Men, #1)

by Jay Crownover

All four sets of eyes followed the swish of her hair and the ruffles on her ass as she walked away. I wanted to punch everyone, including myself, in the face.

I hated guys who called girls “baby.” Baby was what you used when you didn’t remember the girl’s name or you were just too lazy to come up with your own nickname for her.

“Sorry I’m late, Casper.”

Next time you want to get all up on one of my girls or put your hands on them, you won’t have to worry about these guys because I’ll make sure they never find your body, understand?”

“You think I look sexy?” That seemed like the important part of the conversation.

But then she kissed me and I was pretty sure I forgot my own name.

Best birthday gift ever! —Thanks!

Looked like my buddy had turned the country mouse rock-and-roll for the night.

“I’m not giving you his number because he’s mine and if you get anywhere near him I swear to God the things I’ll do to you will be chronicled on Investigation Discovery for years to come.”

I glowered at my brother. “I do know how to be nice.” “Only when you want something.” “True enough. I want her.”

“I almost saw your boyfriend naked this morning.” I laughed at the look on her face. “I don’t know what to say to that—you’re welcome?”

“What if I ask you to give me everything, Shaw? What if I want it all?

I’m telling you this stops now or you can go to the hospital and I can spend some time in jail, got it?”

I told him if he pulled my tuition I would gladly get a job as a stripper to pay my way through med school, and he hadn’t liked it one bit.

“Here’s my heart, Shaw. You have it in your hands, and I promise you’re the first and last person to ever touch it. You need to be careful with it because it’s far more fragile than I ever thought, and if you try to give it back I’m not taking it.