Page 22 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

Chapter Seven

Brock’s SUV was parked in the Edwards’ circular driveway when I pulled in. He was too damn much, and yet, I couldn’t ignore the excitement the sight of his car gave me. I didn’t want to think how my body would react when it got a glimpse of the entire package.

Grabbing my stuff from the Jeep, I bounded up the front porch steps and let myself in through the front door. The quietness of the house hit me as I kicked off my shoes in the foyer. Where was everyone?

The thought no sooner went through my head when Grayson came strolling down the hallway, an apple in his mouth. He bit off a hunk and noticed me standing by the door. “You just get home?” he asked, after chewing and swallowing.

I slipped my bag down my shoulder, dropping it lightly to the floor. “Yeah. Where is everyone?”

“Kenna’s been out with friends. Dad is still at work. And Mom left an hour ago for some club thing.” He listed off everyone’s whereabouts. “Elise made dinner before she left for the night. It’s in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

Starved, my stomach growled at the mention of food. It had been hours since I last ate. Food had been far from mind. “Thanks.”

“So how did it go?” he asked, leaning a shoulder against the wall, lifting the apple to his mouth for another bite.

“Painful as fuck. I never want to do that again.” My voice sounded as exhausted as I felt.

“Seems doubtful that you will.”

My lips twitched. “Smart-ass.”

He pushed off the wall, heading toward the stairs. “Oh,” he said, turning around and walking backward, grinning at me. “Brock’s in your bedroom.”

I cursed under my breath. Grayson had distracted me, and I’d momentarily forgotten about Brock’s car outside. “Seriously? Does he have no shame?”

Grayson let out a breathy chuckle. “None.”

Switching directions, I followed Grayson upstairs instead of going into the kitchen. My stomach would just have to wait a little longer. I paused in my bedroom doorway and stared at my bed. Brock lay across the mattress, his hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed.

Leaning a shoulder on the doorway, I took a moment to appreciate the view. God, what a fucking view it was. There was something about his messy dark hair, the tattoos covering his arms, and the all-black clothing that jumpstarted my hormones. Lust curled inside me, and I had to bite back a moan.

“Are you going to just stand there and drool over me all night, are do you plan to join me on the bed?” He turned his head to the side, long lashes batting open to stare at me with those damn aqua eyes. I swear it was like gazing into the ocean, so freaking breathtaking. The corners of his lips tipped.

Smug asshole.

A part of me hated the power he had over my body, what he could make me feel with his voice alone. I continued to stand in the doorway, shaking my head and not making a move toward him, regardless of the magnetic pull that summoned me to him. I couldn’t stop the stupid smirk from tugging at my lips. Brock and I in a bed when there were no parents at home… I knew exactly where that would lead, not that I wasn’t temped, because Jesus was I ever. He had no damn right being that freaking delectable. I definitely wanted to lick him. Who needed dinner when I had an entire buffet of Brock Taylor in my room?

Focus, Josie! And not on his body, for God’s sake.“What are you doing here?” I asked, staying right where I was in the doorway.

He rolled to the side on the bed, propping his head on the back of his knuckles. The sweatpants he wore sat low on his hips, daring my eyes to linger on the flash of hard abs that peeked out from the T-shirt. It had inched up when he lifted his arm. “I told you. I missed you.”

My heart cartwheeled in my chest, and I felt the hypnotic pull of Brock call me. Relenting, I walked into the room. “You can’t stay long.”

Those devilish lips curved. “Liana knows I’m here. Who do you think told me I could wait in your room?”

I felt my cheeks warm at the idea of Liana thinking about what Brock and I might be doing while alone in my room. “You better be joking.”

His hands reached out, wrapping around my wrist, and tugged me to the bed. “Unlike Angie, Liana loves me.” With another yank, he rolled to his back and I toppled on top of him. His hands went to my hips, shifting me so I lay perfectly in line with the hard planes of his body.

“Brock,” I groaned, placing my palm on his chest as I glanced down into his face. Why did our bodies have to fit so flawlessly together?

His fingers caressed over my back, drawing lazing patterns. “You never told me what you were doing at Lazy Ray’s.”

Purposely. Sighing, I gave in, letting my entire weight sink into him. I rested my head on the pillow beside his, my nose brushing up against his cheek. “Applying for an after-school job,” I replied.

“Why? If you need money—”

Lifting up, I placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. “Don’t you dare offer me money, Taylor,” I warned, shooting him a dark glare as my face hovered above his.

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