Chapter 62

Easton

As Ryan’s mom’s words echo in my head, my fingers are so tightly bound into fists, it feels like my wrists are going to snap.

Blake’s here?

And she invited him for breakfast?

No.

More like hell fucking no.

I have nothing to say to that asshole. The last thing I want is to be anywhere near him, especially when I’m positive he’s the one who spray painted whore across their garage door.

I’ve already taken one punch today. I’m not about to start a fight with Blake in front of Harper’s parents.

“Get rid of him,” I say to Ryan. I wipe my lip and blood smears across the back of my hand. “Tell him breakfast is canceled, tell him you’re going over to Sadie’s and Harper is coming to my house, tell him he’s not welcome here-I don’t give a fuck what you say, just make sure he doesn’t stay.

“You’re giving me orders now?”

I lick across the cut, tasting the metallic flavor of my blood. “If you put us in the same room, your mother’s scrambled eggs are going to end up on someone’s lap.” I grind my teeth together. “And it’s not going to be mine.”

As Ryan takes me in, his stare narrows, eventually glancing up at the balcony where Harper has been hiding. “While I go take care of Blake, you need to take care of your boyfriend’s lip and stop it from bleeding. Mom has already seen him this morning, if she notices his new accessory, there’s going to be a lot of questions.”

“I’m on it,” Harper replies.

“Once you’re done with Blake, stop by your dad’s liquor cabinet and bring me something worth guzzling.” I tell him.

“You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that?” He rolls his eyes and walks around to the front of the house.

hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs.

I tell

“You’re bleeding.”

“But I’m fine.”

her fingers around mine and

move her in between my legs. “Playing

am I not surprised you’re getting turned on by

not the moment that’s

It’s Harper.

look at her

can not to rip your pants off

turns into a Twilight sequel and your bloody fangs start feasting on me, let me get the bleeding to stop.” She wiggles away and reaches into the closet, grabbing a washcloth that she wets and holds against my mouth. She has me hold the cloth

ass.

over the cut and even though it doesn’t hurt, I still squeeze those

 

tossing the cotton ball she’d been using to put on

down. “Hmm, what else can I hurt …” | grab the buckle of my jeans and begin to

love. The way those thick, gorgeous lips spread into a smile,

“Easton, you’re relentless.”

just can’t get enough of

needs to stop giving that motherfucker the benefit of the doubt. I don’t

state, but every one of us has a

Evên me.

to talk to you about

my injured lip. “I’m going to need to be easy on

a good thing I have

with her mouth, gently kissing

up and carry her to her bed, showing her

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