Feuds and Reckless Fury - Page 20

But then I was sitting on him in such an intimate way. His slick body was hard beneath me, and when I felt his boner, I was shocked. Slightly elated at his misery but also a bit mystified. There’s no way Naomi could have known unless he told her. I just don’t see him doing that. He gets skittish anytime I tease him about wanting me.

We make it through the line, but I’m not hungry. My stomach is twisting with nerves. I just wanted to fuck with Canyon, not hurt Naomi. She’s cool.

Once I pay for my food, I glance around the cafeteria, looking for them. Naomi sits with a group of girls from trig class. Canyon sits beside his friend Damon, his brows furled as he stares at the table. I take my usual spot a couple of tables over, my gaze never leaving Canyon. I’m just twisting off the cap of my Coke when he looks up. Because I’m a dick, I hold it up in a silent offering. His face reddens.

Guilty.

I should feel powerful and as though I’m taking charge of this battle we’ve found ourselves in, but the horny part of me can’t stop imagining it. His large hand wrapped around his thick cock. The way his Adam’s apple protrudes as his body arches up in pleasure. A pink, full lip caught between his teeth as he stifles a moan.

Fuck.

I scrub a palm over my face, trying hard to hear what Leon is saying, but it’s useless. I’m lost in the fantasy of Canyon fucking Voss stroking it.

Canyon says something to his buddies and then all but stumbles away from the table. He’s hastily trying to get away from me; that much is evident. I pull my brain back to Leon’s chattering and nod, pretending as though I even know what the fuck he’s rambling about. My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and sigh.

Brother Lover: Do you miss me?

I stare at the text in confusion. He’s fucking with me. Again. Asshole.

Me: Nope.

Brother Lover: Liar.

Me: Leave me alone.

Brother Lover: Never.

My stupid heart shouldn’t skip a beat at that word. He’s obsessed with trying to destroy my life, and here I am, fucking swooning over these messages. This has to stop.

“It’s raining.” I waggle my brows at Carrie. “What do you say? Want me to teach you some things after school since track practice will be canceled?”

She chews on her bottom lip, scrutinizing me. “Do you have an ulterior motive?”

“I’m gay. I’d rather get into your brother’s pants than yours.” I flash her a flirty grin that has her face burning red, much like Canyon’s. “Promise. My intentions with you are honest.”

Your brother, on the other hand…

“Okay, I’ll meet you back here after school then,” she says finally. “I’ll see if my ride can wait.”

“Your brother?”

Her nose scrunches. “No. I rode with a friend.”

“Naomi’s little sister?”

“The guy she likes.” Her gaze shifts away, deliberately remaining vague.

My curiosity is piqued. “Who is it?”

“Gage Combs.”

“Does Canyon know his buddy is carting around his baby sis?”

Her blue eyes flicker with apprehension. “Alis…”

I pretend to zip my lips. “I won’t say anything, but maybe I can just give you a ride instead. Combs drives like a dumbass. We’re practically family. You can trust me.”

“Fine. We can practice at the house. Mom works late tonight.”

A thrill runs through me at the thought of being in Canyon’s house. If he’s not there, I can nose around and see what I can dig up on him. And if I can’t, I’ll fish for information through Carrie during our lesson.

“Great. It’s a date.” I wink at her and then take my seat. “I’ll pick you up out front. You know my car?”

“The fancy white Range Rover.” She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I know the one, spoiled brat.”

I knew Ryan Voss was loaded from the few times I’d been over at his house with Dad over the years, but seeing it again, I’m reminded of just how much money he makes. The house is massive. I’m curious to explore since I’ve only ever been in the living room. Canyon’s car isn’t in the driveway, so I eagerly follow Carrie inside, hoping to catch more peeks of my opponent.

I should take a picture of myself in his bed and text it to the whole school. A laugh snorts out of me, causing Carrie to cast me a confused look over her shoulder. Swallowing down my humor, I survey the nicely decorated home littered with family pictures. It smells like citrus and vanilla. Warm and inviting.

“Want something to drink?” Carrie asks, gesturing for the kitchen.

“Do you have Coke?”

“Yeah. Let me grab you one.” She points up the stairs. “My room is the first on the right.”

I climb the steps a little too quickly, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste. Her bedroom door is open along with several others, but it’s the one at the end on the left that has me curious. Quickly, I walk over to that room and twist the knob. As soon as I crack open the door, I’m met with his scent.

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