Page 82 of Pretty Little Lies

Fuck.

Now I know why these two fuckers want to protect her. Bay is too much of everything. Too beautiful, too smart, too independent, and too mouthy. All things I don’t mind in a woman, actually prefer, and that looming thought in my brain about her planting herself in the middle of us is starting to dwindle.

“No,” Torin replies softly. “They’ll lick you to death, though.”

Reeve reaches out for Kona before the dog runs the top of his head under his palm. “See, baby, no worries.”

Slowly, she mocks Reeve’s actions, holding out her hand to which Kona takes full advantage, giving her a few licks and rubbing up against it.

Bay squeals out in surprise, and my brothers…yeah, they don’t know what to do with themselves when she’s in our house, with our dogs, already over her traumatic pool adventure and comfortable on our couch.

“I’m going to go grab her some fucking towels,” I tell Torin, because Reeve is the one of the biggest man whores in the planet. And ever since Bay Astor…he’s became a born-again virgin.

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“Makesure you keep that jacket on, McQueen. You’ll kill ‘em out here if you take it off.” Reeve’s voice caresses the back of my neck as I feel the slight push of his chest against my spine. The soft grip at my hip transforms into a slight sweeping motion to my torso before it disappears. “You mind turnin’ around so I can see the rest?”

It’s become apparent that my brain will comply to every command Reeve lays out. The orgasm he gave me the other day unlocked that power and the fact that he got me to stay at this party—let’s just say, I’m getting pretty close to the pathetic line of dick-whipped by the man himself. I just need to make sure he doesn’t get the notification.

However, it doesn’t stop me from slowly turning, inhaling a deep and well-need breath, as I find Reeve crowding my space. He doesn’t back off, making me tuck my chin into my chest to access the navy-blue tux that sculpts over his lean muscles and the pink tie he’s wearing. He still has his nose ring in his left nostril and the unkempt dirty blond hair that obsessively makes me want to run my fingers through it and, fuck me…he’s too much.

He changed after my Matteo incident and found a dress for me. Don’t know who’s it is, it’s a little tight, but it fits. Also, not fully understanding why the hell I’m still at this party, but Reeve was so fucking beside himself after the incident that I couldn’t leave him behind.

“You clean up nice,” I compliment him during my once-over. “You on Forsaken Crew duty tonight?”

“Just for appearances,” he replies, reaching for the ends of my leather jacket and opening them a tad wider to get a better look at my dress underneath. “Goddamn, woman…” He sucks in an audible breath and rocks his head back and forth. “You’re makin’ it real hard to not beg you to put me out of my misery already.”

Same.

His hazel eyes darken as he continues roaming over the tight material of my red dress. It’s a tad short, but it makes my legs appear longer, and I do look pretty damn good in it.

“Why didn’t I fuck you the other day?” His question sounds legitimately confused, as if he’s suffered some mild form of insanity from lack of doing when I did, in fact, beg him to.

I’m glad that he didn’t—in a sense.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t ease the tension that lingers between him and I. It’s thick and smoldering. Even now, I can feel the sweat forming along the back of my neck as Reeve appreciates every inch of my body.

“McQueen, I think you and I need to go somewhere.”

“And where’s that?” Torin cuts in, seizing my moment with the least asshole of the three Forsaken Crew boys. He flanks my side while Reeve holds my front. “She just survived an almost drowning and arrived not too long ago to appease our father figure.”

Slicing my gaze to Pretty Boy, he’s in a black dress shirt that’s cupped at mid-forearm, the top two buttons undone. He’spermitting his facial hair to grow out, giving him the ruggedI’m growing upboy next store vibe and I’m digging it.

Then I’m reintroduced to his golden eyes that securely hold mine.

“If I didn’t know any better, Wildfire, I’d say you wore your name tonight,” Torin quips, roaming his own assessment of me. “You’re fucking fire in that dress.”

“And prey on everyone’s take-home list tonight,” Reeve adds in. “I think we need to fix that.”

“I think I’m safe here, boys,” I vouch. “You said you chased Matteo out?”

“Nah, that’s giving him too much credit. He left like a bitch.” Torin leans in a tad, the sudden fall of his palm on my stomach making me gasp like a dumbass. I’m hidden from view because of Reeve’s body and Levi’s jacket, a momento he sent off with me to keep me safe, but I’m not feeling the effect of its powers right now. “You know…you’re fuckin’ with the balance here, Bay. And you got the tier boys of the Forsaken Crew always seeming to want to accommodate you.”

“I’m not asking for it,” I force from my lips, fighting back the coil in my stomach from how Torin just expertly and purposely dropped his touch to my pelvis.

“Not at all.” Torin flicks his focus to Reeve. “She’d no sooner ask for our help than she’d rather cut her arm off, wouldn’t she, Reeve?”

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