Page 115 of Did They Break You

He holds it up in the air, over my head.

“Cort, come on, what the hell? Give me my phone.”

He reaches over and I hear a soft thud as he sets his beer on the table, the triceps of his arm flexing. Leaning back and smiling down at me, he still holds my phone hostage. “You’re not with Sloane right now.You’re with me.”

I grin at that despite myself, and climb on his lap, my hand on his chest as I try to grab the phone. But he tosses it over my head and when I whip around, I see Storm catch it easily, his eyes on me.

I freeze, my ass on Cortland’s lap. One arm comes around my shoulders and his hand comes to my hip, holding me tighter to him.

Storm sets my phone on his thigh.

“Sorry, baby, but you’re not touching him there.”

I turn to glare at Cortland, but before I can open my mouth to say anything, he grabs my jaw with one hand and kisses me, his mouth open over mine.

My lips part for him as I twist toward him, my arms threaded around his neck.

And for a moment, I don’t even care that Storm’s watching. That Cortland’s just distracting me with his mouth, his tongue clashing with mine.

Desire heats through my veins, and I dig my nails into him. He squeezes my hip, one hand still on my face.

Then I pull away, breathless, my heart racing in my chest. “Seriously,” I say, my fingers clenching the material of his shirt as I stare at his chest, heaving just like mine. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, and I speak around it. “I need to text Sloane.”

There’s silence between us for a moment, and I feel Storm’s eyes on me.

“Say please,” Cortland says, and I think he’s teasing me, but his words are low.

I look up into his eyes, and find his brow arched, his lips tipped up into a small smile.

My heart flutters in my chest but I decide to indulge him.“Please,”I whisper.

He traces my mouth with his thumb again, then looks to Storm. “Give her the phone.”

I look over and see Storm doesn’t move, my phone still on his thigh.

“She can get it,” he says, nodding toward it.

I start to reach over, but Cortland moves his hand from my face to the back of my neck and stops me, jerking me against his chest. Thenhesnatches the phone from Storm’s lap.

He pushes it into my upturned palm.

Slowly, I slide off of his lap and sit beside him, his arm back around my shoulder.

Ignoring both of them, I clear my throat and open my texts to my best friend.

Might end up falling asleep here. I’ll be back in the morning. Xx

I lean forward and set the cell beside my drink. I didn’t even lie, technically speaking.

“Good excuse,” Cortland whispers, massaging my shoulder.

I straighten, then glance over at him. “You spying on me?”

He keeps kneading me, but he looks at the TV as he shrugs. “You’re in my house.”

My mouth drops open, but I can’t keep the amusement out of my voice. “And that means,what?”

He turns his gaze to me, running his fingers over the back of my neck, slipping them beneath my hoodie. It feels good and I start to relax, even as I try to feign offense.

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