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His eyes grow wide with surprise like he can’t believe I just said that, and I can’t either. So I backpeddle before he has the chance to speak, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just… You know that guy isn’t good enough for Lincoln.”
He grabs my shoulder and squeezes, “No guy is goodenough for Lincoln, but I am not the asshole brother that walks behind her every step swatting them away. She is her own person, she needs to make her own decisions. If anyone disrespects her, then they’ll have me to deal with.”
I know that.
Trust me I do, but it's hard for me to watch her do something I know she’s going to regret later.
I watch as his hand slides dangerously close to her ass and her body language is confusing. She’s not exactly opening a door for him but she isn’t slamming it closed either. It’s annoying because earlier at the house, I would’ve sworn that she was flirting with me.
I look across the field to Brielle who is chatting it up with three other guys, and make my way to Lincoln.
“Linc, I think it’s time to go home,” I demand, grabbing the cup from her hand. Jackson’s head whips quickly in my direction.
Fire burns behind her eyes, taking her cup back. “I don’t think so.”
Jackson tries his best to wedge himself between us, but I don’t allow it.
“Come with me, Lincoln. Let’s go.”
Her brows furrow, as she stares at me, her eyes glossed over like she’s had a little too much to drink.
“I’m not going home yet,” she says. “I came with Stassie.”
Her pouting is cute, and her defiance is something that will forever turn me on.
“Get in the car,” I growl.
She crosses her arms, “Why don’t you go order your girlfriend around and leave me alone?”
“She’s not my girlfriend, now walk your ass to my car right now before I tell your dad where you really are”
Her jaw drops, “You wouldn’t.”
I challenge her with my eyes, “Oh but I would.”
I know she’s almost eighteen and that her dad probably wouldn’t mind that she’s at a party, but he would mind that she’s drinking underage. The thought of disappointing him upsets Lincoln, and I can tell she’s about to break.
“Fine,” she huffs. “Jackson, I’m sorry. I’ll see you around.”
I watch as she stomps her way over to Stassie.
“You’re fucking Reiss’ sister, bro? Even I didn’t see that one coming.” Jackson snorts.
“No, I’m notfuckingher, but I’m taking her home soyoudon’t.”
He shakes his head and stalks off. “Whatever, man.”
I apologize to Brielle, and arrange a ride home for her. We aren’t together so she isn’t disappointed, and there were no expectations. Yeah we fucked, a few times actually, but besides that, we’re friends. Plus, I am smart enough to know she’s still hung up on her ex. Is it fucked up? Probably.
When I make it to my car, Lincoln is slumped in the passenger seat with her arms crossed.
She’s so fucking pretty.
Eyes the color of chocolate with the smallest gold flecks around the center, and when she turns them to me it almost brings me to my knees.
“You didn’t want to fuck that guy so you’re welcome,” I state.
Sitting up in the seat, she begins to wave her arms dramatically. “I’m welcome? I’mwelcome?”
