Page 26 of Cannon
Mother. Fucker.Who does this enormous asshole think he is? No fucking way are we going to stand for this.
I snatch my phone off the bedside table and quickly take a shot of the entire iPad screen, then send it to our group chat along with a short message.
We have an issue.
I don’t like the tone of those last few messages, especially threatening Elliot with telling her father about her being here. And how the fuck—? I shake my head, trying to sober myself up so I can wrap my head around it.
There’s no immediate response from Cannon, which is no surprise, but Kingston answers about thirty seconds later.
What the fuck?
I know.
I had seen the first couple.
But he’s escalating now, and I don’t like it.
We need to wake Cannon.
Fuck.
I don’t know how Kingston will handle finding Elliot with Cannon, but that’s not our biggest issue at the moment. If this dick isn’t just blowing smoke… I stop for a split second to snicker at the image of a dick actually blowing smoke instead of cum.Oh, hell.I’m obviously still drunk.
Dropping my phone on the bed, I take the iPad with me and prepare for the worst. Whoever this guy is, he doesn’t seem to realize Elliot’s completely done with him. I yank open my door and run smack into Kingston coming out of Elliot’s room.
“Where is she?” Kingston looks like he’s ready to spit nails.
“Just a sec.” I hold up the tablet and hurry past him to put the iPad back where I got it from. When I slip out of her room, Kingston is wearing a tread in the floorboards of the hall, hands locked tightly on top of his head. I grimace when he heads in my direction, because I know what I have to do. I point toward Cannon’s room. “On the camera feed, I saw her leave her room a while ago.” I shrug and hold my hands palms up in a classic I-don’t-know gesture. “I’m not going to lie to you, I could hear them through the wall.” My brows quirk up as I press my lips together, waiting for the fallout from my revelation.
Kingston doesn’t disappoint. He draws in an unsteady breath before rearing back and punching the wall beside him. He grunts, cocks his arm back, and lets another one fly. And after the third time, I grab his arm so he doesn’t go again. His hand is all busted up, and he’s already made a gigantic dent in the damn wall. With his jaw clenched, he snatches his arm away from me, taking a few agonized breaths. He puts his hands on either side of the hole he made, pushing his hips back. He stares at the floor while shaking his head, and muttering god knows what to himself.
I cringe. Is it seriously going to be my job to tell him he’s being an ass? Bracing myself, I get closer, stepping beside him and leaning one shoulder against the wall. “Fuck, man. I’m a little drunk and all. But don’t be a goddamn hypocrite about it. I know you like her. I told you that you did before you knew it yourself. But you can’t fuckin’ be upset about this.”
He turns his head, staring coldly at me. “She and I… we have something.”
I roll my eyes. “Trust me when I tell you that the two of them do as well.” And maybe it’s wrong of me to push his buttons, but he’s pissing me off. In a mocking, feminine voice, I exclaim, “Oh, Cannon! Yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck me harder!”
Kingston glares at me. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Come on, man. I’m just saying—she’s not doing anything we told her she couldn’t. She’s been with all of us in one way or another.” I get closer to him, right in his face. “And you’re not the only one who feels things for her. She’sours—like you’ve said more than once. So maybe stop being a fuckingdick, and let’s deal with the issue at hand.” Hearing some movement inside the room, I jerk my head toward the door. “Set your jealous ass aside.” I shoot him a biting smile. “That Nick asshole is messing withourgirl.”
Kingston scrapes his teeth over his lower lip painfully slowly, and I almost think he’s about to argue with me again, but instead, he gives a curt nod.
“And I’d really fucking suggest we not let on to Elliot that we know what’s going on. She has no idea I looked at her iMessages.”
“I’m irrationally angry, not fucking stupid,” he growls before pivoting to open the door into the mostly dark room.
Two things hit me at once. First, no one is in the bed. And second, my gaze is drawn directly to the doorway of the dimly lit bathroom.
Cannon stands there with his back to us, buck naked, and as we look on, his body tenses. Elliot, who I can hardly see from this angle, but I can tell she’s also without a stitch of clothing. Makes sense given the earlier sex noises from his room, I guess.
As if in slow motion, Cannon lunges with a raised hand toward Elliot. My heart leaps up into my throat. Kingston and I surge forward, but not in time to stop Cannon’s open palm from connecting with whatever is in Elliot’s hand, and it hits the wall beside her. The telltale sound of a whole lot of tiny somethings hitting the floor reaches our ears as a very audible gasp is torn from her lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter under my breath.His meds.
Cannon’s broad back heaves with each exhaled breath as he stares at her, the room thick with the seriously pissed-off vibes rolling off him. All at once, he closes the distance between them. I don’t know what his intention is, but Kingston and I grab hold of his biceps before he can get to her—me on one side and Kingston on the other. His jaw is rigidly clamped shut. He’s like a raging bull, and I swear steam is going to blow from his ears in a moment. I stare at him in a state of shock as he continues to breathe, as if with his entire body. Huge gulps of air in, enormous gusts rush back out. He struggles between us.
“Fucking stop, Cannon!” Kingston roars in his face before finishing more quietly through gritted teeth, “Stand thefuckdown.”
