Page 17 of You Belong With Me

The passenger door slams, and she walks up to her front door.Fucking-A. I know she just said that shit to irritate me, but fuck, it worked, because I’m already parked, and walking up the walkway behind her.

As she’s unlocking her brand-new door. “The door is nice. Way better than my last one.” She turns her head and flashes me a smug smile. “I thought you weren’t coming in.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “I’m just coming in to make sure you eat, then I’m gone.”

Pushing the door open, she goes inside, and I step in after her, shutting and locking the door behind us. She tosses her keys aside, and I sit on the edge of her bed while she flits around the apartment, doing whatever.

I reach into my pocket and pull out the necklace I just found at Gabriel’s mom’s place. As everyone was fawning over Gabriel in the kitchen, my eye wandered to an open banker’s box. Sitting on top was a decorative bowl, and inside that bowl was a necklace that looked familiar. I grabbed it and put it in my pocket.

But looking at it now…yeah, I’ve definitely seen something like this before. On August Pendleton. It’s the same thick chain link style necklace, secured with a small silver padlock.

“What’s that?” Wyn asks, plucking the heavy necklace from my hand.

“I found it at Gabriel’s mom’s place,” I answer.

“Oh, yeah, I remember Gabriel wearing this a couple of times before he went missing. I’ve never really looked at it, though.” She inspects the padlock, squinting at something written on the face of it. “In shadows, we trust. In silence, we rule," she reads out loud. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

It means Gabriel’s connection to Shadow and Ash goes much deeper than I initially thought.

“No idea,” I lie, taking the necklace from her. I shove it back into my pocket. “I just thought it was strange. It’s probably nothing.”

She lifts a suspicious brow, but doesn’t ask questions, thank God. Instead, she starts pulling her dress off, the fabric slidingdown her waist and over her shapely ass before pooling on the floor.

I rake a hand over my face and push out a heavy breath. “What the fuck, Wyn?”

“I need to take a shower,” she says coyly, like a goddamn siren. She’s turned away, not wearing a bra, with only a scrap of thin material covering a sliver of her perfect, peach-shaped ass.

She glances at me from over her shoulder and smiles. “I thought you were ordering food.”

For fuck’s sake.

This chick is playing me like a goddamn fiddle. What’s worse is Iknowthat and I'm still powerless to stop it. Stepping toward her, I grab her arm and turn her around, so she’s facing me.

Her perfect tits bounce with the motion, and I swear to God, I start salivating. My cock is already swollen, straining against the zipper of my jeans. My grip tightens around her arm. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Wyn.”

Her gaze turns dark. “Why? I belong to your cousin, right? Isn’t that what you’ve decided?”

I release her arm like I’ve been burned and I take a step back. Fuck this. I know what she’s doing, and I won’t be manipulated.

“You’ve fought me tooth and nail over the past few weeks, Wyn. And now, what, all of a sudden youwantme to fuck you?” I motion to her. “I mean, that’s what this is, right?”

Hooking her thumbs on the waistband of her panties, she pulls the thin fabric down the curve of her hips, past those luscious thighs. When they puddle around her ankles, she steps out of them. “I’m not asking you to do anything, Lucas. I’m taking a shower.”

My gaze wanders over her body—her perky tits, her flat stomach, the sexy-as-fuck flare of her hips, before finally landing on the patch of delicate curls between her thighs. I can already smell her heat, and it stirs a frenzy inside me.

Just one last taste.

Just one.

Then I can walk away.

I’m an addict, and Wyn is my drug. I know that logically, but knowing doesn’t make any difference. My body’s reaction to her is deep-seated. Primal. I need to taste her like I need my next breath.

Curling my hands into fists, I take another step back. The only thing stopping me is the guilt that pops up onto my shoulder, like an old friend.

Take care of my girl.

Pursing her lips, Wyn shrugs and turns on her heel toward the bathroom. She leaves the door open to taunt me as she starts the water for the shower, then steps inside the tub, pulling the curtain only half closed.

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