Page 39 of Toxic Hope
I’m about to rip off her clothes and bend her over the table in the middle of the library when someone next to us clears their throat loudly. Before I can even open my eyes, someone kicks the leg of my chair.
With a frustrated groan, I pull away from Emma to look at who interrupted us.Fuck. I think when I look at Preston scowling at me with accusation in his eyes. Shit, I broke our rule, or at least I was about to.
18
PRESTON
I can’t believe this fucker.
He doesn’t even text me to tell me that he’s found her. Then I find him with his tongue down her throat, ready to hump her.
Emma looks flustered when she starts to stuff her papers and books into her backpack.
“Where do you think you are going?” Easton asks.
“I don’t know about you, but I have class to go to,” she quips as she gets up from the chair.
“Wait,” I order. “Give me your phone.”
“Why?” she asks defensively, clutching her bag.
I almost roll my eyes at her. “Why does everything have to be a fight with you? I just want to save my number into your phone.”
“What for?”
“So you can call us when you need us,” I offer.
“I won’t need you,” she promises, glancing toward the exit like she is ready to make a run for it.
I grab her bag and pull it from her grip with ease. She sighs and stops fighting me. I unzip her bag and find her phone. Holding it in front of her face, I unlock the screen quickly. I type in my number and save it under “booty call” before I call myself.My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I hang up, satisfied that I have her number now.
“There, was that so hard?” I hand Emma back her phone like the gentleman I am.
She snatches it from my grasp and stuffs it back in her backpack. “Can I go now?”
“Sure,” Easton and I say at the same time.
She scurries away, leaving me and my brother standing in the library.
“I don’t feel like going to class,” I announce.
“Me either. Let’s go back home and get drunk before we have to go volunteer,” Easton suggests, and I can’t agree fast enough.
We make our way back home to a now empty house. Easton goes straight to Dad’s liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of whiskey while I get some glasses from the kitchen. We meet in the living room, where we flop down on the couch before I pour us a glass each.
The first sip goes down smooth. I welcome the slight burn as the liquor settles on my empty stomach.
“I wish we had some weed right now,” Easton whines.
“We’ll get some from Briggs later. This will do for now.” I raise my glass to bring it to my lips once more. After I take a big gulp, I set the tumbler on the coffee table. “She regrets yesterday.”
“Yes, she basically told me earlier.” Easton fills me in on the rest of their conversation in the library. “She is just in her head. She liked what we did to her. She came multiple times.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say, while memories from last night come rushing back.
“I want to fuck her again,” he admits with a smirk.
“Me too, but first we have to figure out this Brody thing. Now that we have Emma’s number, we could text her. Explain thatBrody hurt Sarah again.” I grab my phone and pull her up from the missed calls.
