Page 185 of Falling in Reverse

Rising to my feet to keep from scaring the shit out of her with my weird-ass intentions, I do something else and offer my hand. “Dance with me, Bay Bay.”

“I don’t?—”

“Damn, don’t tell me the famous Bay Astor doesn’t know how to slow dance. You’ll ruin this whole thing I got going on in my head about you right now.”

She tsks as if I could and accepts my challenge, pushing herself up and using my hand as leverage to stand.

She brushes her ass off with one palm, the blunt between her lips before I wrap an arm around her waist.

“Is this going to be our wedding song, too?” she mocks as if that’s so off the mark.

“If that’s what you want it to be.” I confiscate the weed from her mouth and take a hit of the remaining roach. “You’re the boss.”

“I am?” She doesn’t hide her shock at my statement as I slowly start to sway us back and forth.

My lips hoist into a smirk, loving how she feels against me. “Sure. But when we’re alone and you’re underneath me or vice versa, I’m the fucking chief, head honcho, whatever the fuck you wanna call it.”

Her palm falls to my shoulder while the other remains at her side. “There ever a sweet spot for that?”

I launch the rest of the joint out of the treehouse and find her hand, lacing our fingers tightly. “Sweet spot?”

“When I get to be in charge.”

“Tuesdays and Fridays,” I reply out of my ass, but I can’t hide the bubbling laughter in my chest.

“Deal.”

“Deal?” I repeat through my tittering. “Baby, you haven’t even seen me fuck yet. Don’t stay making a deal with the devil before you’ve tried out the merchandise.”

“You haven’t yet,” she retorts.

“I don’t need to. You’re perfect.”

“I’m a pain in the ass,” she issues out through a small little laugh. “Ask anyone.”

“I’ll take my chances.” I lean in, smelling lavender and weed. It’s different than before and the time before that. Bay always smells, unlike the last encounter I had with her. “Even if you do break my heart in the fucking end.”

FORTY-SIX

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“She’s not going anyway,” Cairo argues, standing with his pool stick and waiting for me to take my shot in our game room. “Neither of you can seem to stay away from her and?—”

“We run into her,” I counter weakly. That’s not a total lie, but not the full truth either. Stealing a look at Reeve who’s too busy for this conversation, I add, “Besides, according to that idiot, she’s not up to anything.”

“And we’re just going to take her word for it?”

“No.” I lean over the purple upholstered table, too many striped balls still lying on the table that are mine. “We either win her over or go up against her. And…that’s going to cause a war, brother.”

“Then this doesn’t end well with anything involving her. So, why are we having this conversation?”

“We’re not,” I emit through my teeth. “You are.”

He death-grips his pool stick and, if I were close enough, he’d probably shank me with it. “So, you’re willing to die for Emilio’s daughter because you think she’s hot?”

I lug my stare up at my normally calm brother, but Reeve and I have been driving him nuts about this for over a week. “Emilio is never going to let up. He wants her, and our safest bet would be to be civil?—”

“With or without your dicks?” he leers back, brows pinched in annoyance.

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