Page 12 of Love Me In Misty Mountain
There’s a pause, and I hold my breath.
Scott’s voice is low, steady. “I’ve already told you I’m not going to fuck her, she’s like a sister to me.”
Heat rises in my cheeks, part anger, part embarrassment. What the hell!
I shove the sheets off, getting out of bed quickly. My legs are a little wobbly, but I ignore it. I grab my sweats and tank top from the floor and throw them on. If he’s going to act like the last twenty-four hours was not a big deal, then fine. Two can play that game.
By the time I step into the kitchen, Scott’s arms are crossed over his broad chest, his expression carefully blank. Jake’s on speakerphone, his voice coming through the old-school flip phone Scott insists on using.
“Hey Brother,” I call out as Scott keeps his eyes on me.
“Bree, you there?” Jake’s voice crackles. “You okay?”
I force a bright, cheerful tone, even though my heart is cracking a little. “I’m fine, Jake. Just some roof damage from the storm. Scott’s helping me fix it.”
Scott’s eyes snap to mine. I meet his gaze head-on, plastering a smile on my face.
Jake exhales. “Good. I told Scott not to let anything happen to you. He’s got your back.”
Oh, he had my back, all right. And his mouth between my legs.
I smother the bitter laugh rising in my throat.
“Thanks, Jake. I’m in good hands.” I glance at Scott as I say it, and his jaw ticks. Good. Let him squirm.
Jake wraps up the call, making Scott promise to keep me updated. Once he hangs up, an awkward silence settles between us. I busy myself by pouring coffee, but I can feel Scott’s eyes on me. His tension is practically vibrating in the air.
“Bree—”
I cut him off, keeping my voice light and casual. “So, when can we start on the roof? I want to get back into my place as soon as possible, since I’m like a sister to you.”
His eyes narrow slightly. “We’ll start after breakfast.”
I nod, sipping my coffee like everything is perfectly fine. I don’t know what this is between us, but I know one thing—I’m not backing down. If he wants to pretend last night didn’t happen or that he doesn’t feel anything for me, that’s his choice.
But I’m not done with him.
Not even close.
Chapter 14: Scott
Fuck.
I watch Bree move around my kitchen like last night never happened. Like she didn’t come apart under my tongue. Like I didn’t wake up this morning with my hand wrapped around her hip, her ass pressed against my cock, and the urge to slide inside her nearly overpowering me.
But now? She’s bright, cheerful—too cheerful. That fake kind of happy women put on when they’re pissed off but pretending they’re not.
I know because my sister used to do the same damn thing before she ripped into me for leaving my boots by the door.
And I get it. She heard me on the phone with Jake.
I’m not going to fuck her, she’s like a sister to me.
I’ the world’s biggest idiot, because of course I want to. Over and over. In every way. Against every surface in this damn cabin. And I do not view her in any way like a sister, but I was hoping Jake would stop calling if I said it.
I lean against the counter, arms crossed, pretending like I’m not imagining her naked on it.
“I didn’t mean it, you know,” I say, my voice gruff. “About you being like my sister, or whatever this is.”
