Chapter 62

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-1 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.

I head inside, avoiding the living room where Ryan's parents are talking,

and I make sure they don't hear me by quietly tiptoeing up the stairs.

Harper meets me at the top of the staircase, her hands surround my

face, examining where Ryan punched me.

“I'm fine," I tell her.

“You're bleeding.”

“But I'm fine.”

“Tell that to my mother who will lose her shit if she sees you like this.”

She links her fingers around mine and brings me into the bathroom,

pointing at the toilet. “Sit, I'll get you cleaned up.”

I hold her waist and move her in between my legs. “Playing doctor,

huh?”

Her leg rubs against my hard-on. “Why am I not surprised you're

getting turned on by this?”

It's not the moment that's turning me on.

It's Harper.

Alll have to do is look at her and my cock gets hard.

“I'm doing everything I can not to rip your pants off right now.”

A blush moves across her face. “Before this 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 in place while she digs under the sink, taking out some

peroxide and antibiotic ointment. “This might sting a little, so hold onto

something and squeeze tight.”

grip her ass. “This should do.”

She giggles as she dabs both medicines over the cut and even though

it doesn't hurt, I still squeeze those perfect fucking cheeks, wishing she

was naked.

“You should be good now,” she says, tossing the cotton ball she'd been

using to put on the ointment.

glance down. "Hmm, what else can I hurt..." I grab the buckle of my

jeans and begin to unbutton it. “I think there's something in here that

you need to examine.”

She laughs and it's a sound I love. The way those thick, gorgeous lips

spread into a smile, and her head slightly tilts back.

“Easton, you're relentless.”

“I just can't get enough of you.”

But just because my dick’s hard and all I can think about is her pussy,

that doesn’t mean I'm going to let this Blake thing slide. She needs to

stop giving that motherfucker the benefit of the doubt. I don't care how

well she thinks she knows him, she has no idea what he’s capable of.

We may be the richest and safest prep school in the state, but every

one of us has a dark side. We all have skeletons. And we all do things

we will eventually regret.

Evén me

“I need to talk to you about Blake ..."

“Not now,” she whispers and leans down, tugging my injured lip. “I'm

going to need to be easy on this one.”

“It's a good thing I have two.”

She surrounds my top lip with her mouth, gently kissing me as though

I'm going to break.

But her softness is a side I enjoy. It's a side that makes me want to

scoop her up and carry her to her bed, showing her just how gentle my

mouth can be on her body.

She pulls back, pressing her nose to mine. “I hate that Ryan did this to

you.”

“Baby — I deserved it."

“No one deserves to get punched.”

Igaze into her eyes. “It's how guys speak. It's our language. We get

pissed, we get protective-we fight.”

“No more fighting. At least not with Ryan.”

Her mouth returns to mine and her hands cup my face. Each breath

gives me more of her tropical scent, and I want to lick it off her, pulling

on the back of her thighs, so she moves closer to me.

I end our kiss when I hear a noise outside the bathroom, the sound of

someone clearing their throat. I glance around Harper's waist and see

Ryan standing by the doorway, a small bottle in his hand.

I don't know how long he’s been there, but he definitely saw us kissing.

My face doesn’t need him to come swinging at me again, not when

breakfast is probably only minutes from now.

“Ryan ..." I swallow. “Sorry you had to see-"

“Blake's gone,” he says, cutting me off, not sounding as pissed as I'd

thought.

“Thanks .. and for the drink, too.” I reach for the bottle, and he steps

inside the bathroom to give it to me.

At the same time, Harper slides out of my grasp and tosses the

washcloth into the hamper. “I'm going to get changed for breakfast.”

She goes into her room, leaving me alone with Ryan.

I follow him into the hallway where he pauses outside his bedroom

door. He exhales several times before he says, “You really do like her.”

It wasn't a question.

I still don’t know how long he watched us in the bathroom, but it was

long enough to come to this conclusion.

“You're my best friend, Ryan .. I need you to be all right with this.”

The fight is back in his eyes, but it's different than before. “I'm only

going to tell you this once.” His finger points at my chest. “You hurt her,

and I won't stop with one punch. I'll keep going until you have no

fucking teeth left.”