Page 118 of Falling in Reverse

“Hey, Bay Bay McQueen,” Reeve conveys with those memorizing hazels, leaning his tatted forearms over the back of the chair next to Ramsey. “It’s been a minute.”

Ramsey stains his neck to glance over his shoulder and he scowls. “Why don’t you take your kind of pain in the ass somewhere else, Stanton. We’re having a nice family dinner, not a night in with the boys.”

And with his eyes still locked and loaded on me, Reeve quips out with reservation, “Get fucked, Wildes.”

And this is my cue to leave.

“Thanks for dinner, Mr. Wildes,” I say out loud and politely to the table. “But I need to take off now.”

Ramsey immediately rises from the table, dabbing at the corners of his mouth like someone with fantastic decorum.

“We haven’t even eaten yet,” Emilio grinds out, but I can’t do this.

I’m outnumbered here and the more men that show up that aren’t from my side of town, the more I’m likely to start losing more and more ground.

“You’re lookin’ flushed, McQueen,” Reeve so generously points out. “Did you want me to show you to the little girl’s room?”

“Yes.”

Reeve steps back from the table and gestures with his hand for me to walk out the way I came.

I don’t bother saying another word and I stride out from the room and into the foyer where Reeve takes the lead and down a dark hallway to our right.

The lingering scent of saltwater and sage fills my nostrils as he guides us and the moment I’m about to step inside the bathroom, Reeve’s arm shoots out to block me from entering.

"Hey, Bay Bay," he greets slowly as if he didn’t just two minutes ago.

His voice licks up my body and causes my nipples to harden. He lets his hazels that I can’t see, but kinda memorized, fall down the length of me in a slow leisurely way.

I lean my back up against the drywall with my shoulder to keep myself from actually growing weak in the knees.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

I steel my spine and remain locked in his eyes. “Don’t you have a surfing contest to go to or something?”

“Or something.” He chuckles, placing his other arm on the other side of my head, caging me against the wall. “Still mad?”

“At what?”

“Us stealing your boyfriend.” My eyes cramp together into slits. “I’m going to take that as a yes.”

“You can fuck off now.”

“McQueen, baby…I told you to stay away from these men. Unless…” He drops his index finger down my frame and back up. “You out here tryin’ to kill ’em with that dress?”

It’s nothing special, something I borrowed from Nessa a few months back and never returned. Though, it does show off every inch of my body.

“Always been the plan, Reevie.” He smirks at my nickname for him, liking it more than I ever thought he would because it’s just a name. “Why are you here?”

“Visiting a friend.” He leans closer, that intoxicating smell of him causing my body to melt into the drywall. “And you didn’t answer my other question.”

“I’m always mad.”

“Don’t look too pissed now. However, I’m hoping it’s because I’m around and you’re gettin’ to like that.”

“Mhm.”

His smile widens. “So, since plan A didn’t work and those men are still breathing in that dining room, what’s plan B?”

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