Page 37 of Cold and Broken (The Titans of Founder's Ridge 1)

“HOOD RAT!” Levi yells once he sees us walking toward him. “Ives. You two look hot enough to fuck.”

“Not saying a lot considering you’d fuck a hole in the wall,” Ivy rolls her eyes.

“If it was warm and wet? Hell yes I would.” He wraps us both in a hug. “A threesome with you two would be better though.”

“Eww. You’re my brother, that’s disgusting.” Ivy shudders.

“Step brother.” The look he gives her is nothing short of smoldering and throws me off for a minute. “We both know I won’t be for long.”

I back away from them as the air thickens between them and they stare each other down. I feel Connor’s attention on my back like there’s an electric current raging between us.

“Peasant.” Connor’s voice tickles my ear and my shoulder brushes his chest when I turn around.

“Junior. Brushing up on your creeping skills?” He steps forward as I step back. “Ever heard of personal space? Out of my bubble dude.”

“You look nice.” His eyes dip to my lips.

“Just nice?” My tone is breathy.

He grabs my hips and pulls me against him. “Really nice. Nice enough that I’m imagining those red lips wrapped around my cock giving me road head in my new car.” He grinds his pelvis against mine making sure I feel his erection straining against his jeans.

I give him a overly sweet smile and bat my eyelashes at him while I run my hands up his chest. “I hope that imagination of yours keeps you and your hand company tonight.”

“It has been,” he smirks. “But I’m going to need the real thing soon.”

“I’m sure you can find some girl thirsty enough to suck your dick.” I point at a red head in the corner that’s been drooling over the guys at school. “How about Red over there?”

“I’m into blondes with blue eyes. Fiesty attitudes.”

“Oh, then look no further than,” I reach over and grab Levi, “your bestie.”

Ivy grabs my arm and pulls me away. “I’m so right about him,” she whispers. “Let’s play black jack. I’ll cover your buy in.”

“Whoa.” I pull my arm out of her grasp. “You guys actually play with real money?” Not sure why this surprises me, it really shouldn’t.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll watch.” No way in hell am I losing money that’s not even mine.

“No way! You have to play too. It’s fine. The buy is only one.”

“One dollar?” I’m highly suspicious.

“One thousand dollars,” Griffin says from behind me.

“Oh, fuck no. You guys are crazy. Nope. No. I will watch you fools lose your money.”

I follow Ivy to one of the tables. There are a couple guys playing that I recognize from my Russian lit class. One of them looks over and nods at me. The other leans back and decides to start chatting.

“I heard about what happened yesterday.” He looks at me closely. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. More pissed than anything.” I shrug and look around the room. My eyes land on Connor and of-fucking-course he’s staring me down. I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

“What’s up with you and Volkov?” The guy asks looking between us. “He treats you like shit and then beats up any-” his buddy punches him in the arm before he can finish the sentence.

“Any what?” I perk up now.

“Just you know, he beat up Ferguson tonight after beating him yesterday too,” the second kid answers.

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