Page 24 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

I jumped at the sound of Grayson’s voice, breaking off the kiss, but Brock kept his arm around me, preventing me from rolling off him. Grayson halted in my doorway and blinked at Brock and me on my bed. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t know you were still here,” he said, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I am,” Brock snarled, glowering at Grayson.

I whacked his stomach with the back of my hand. “Don’t be a fucking dick. He’s your best friend,” I snapped at Brock, wiggling off him and sitting up on the bed so my feet hung over the side. I adjusted my skirt, tugging the hem down.

“Then he should know better than to barge into your room while I’m here,” Brock muttered, clearly annoyed with the interruption.

“She’s my sister. And you’re in my house,” Grayson pointed out.

“Trust me, I know,” he grumbled, forking a hand through his hair.

“Is this going to become a thing between the two of you? Because I am not okay with that. You guys need to figure this shit out. Quickly,” I added, my eyes bouncing back and forth between them. “He’s my brother. Brock is my boyfriend. And you guys are best friends. Deal with it.”

Kenna appeared in the doorway beside Grayson. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Absolutely, fucking nothing,” Brock grumbled.

Her gaze landed on Brock, noticing him sprawled out on my bed. “Oh, I didn’t know you were here.”

Was it me, or did her face suddenly brighten when she saw Brock? Until of course, she saw me sitting on the edge of the bed and realized whose room Brock was in.

The guy in question sat up, frowning. “This isn’t going to work, Firefly.”

I glanced over my shoulder and scowled. “I tried to tell you.”

Those stormy aqua eyes shifted to Kenna and Grayson. “Out,” he growled, irritation noticeable in his expression.

Kenna blinked her thick black lashes, a flicker of surprise at the tone he used, and then folded her arms. “You can’t kick us out. We live here.”

“I’m with Kenna,” I agreed, still smiling.

Grayson’s lips twitched as the three of us faced Brock—the triplets against him.

Brock’s eyes scanned between us, narrowing. “Okay, this is fucking eerie. Seeing the three of you like this, together.”

“You saw us together the other night. Why is now so different?” I countered.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, still eyeing us funnily. “Perhaps because it’s the first time you’ve taken a stand together. Or maybe it’s because I can see you all share a similar stubbornness.”

“You used to say that all the time about Grayson and me. How stubborn we were,” Kenna reminded him.

Did I just imagine Brock tensing? My eyes shifted between Kenna and Brock. Again, I couldn’t help pick up on this weird vibe. Something was going on, and I planned to ask Brock what the fuck it was, as soon as we were alone again. Whenever that might be. Turned out to be sooner than I expected.

Brock pushed off the bed, taking a hold of my hand in the process. “Let's go, Firefly. We’re leaving.”

“I just got home—”

He bent down, picked me up, and tossed me over his shoulder without missing a single beat. Kenna and Grayson both parted at the same time, allowing him to pass through the doorway.

“Dammit, Brock. Put me the fuck down,” I demanded, after catching my breath. All the blood rushed to my head.

His long strides ate up the hallway. “If you keep squirming like that, we’re both going to fall down the stairs.”

I’d already done that and had no desire to repeat the act. I let my body relax when what I wanted to do was kick him the balls. “You can’t just haul me around because you fucking feel like it.”

His arms stayed secure against my legs. “Why not? You’re mine.”

I snorted. “I’m your girlfriend, not a damn gym bag.”

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