Page 10 of A Touch of Heaven

I’ll make him notice I’m not that silly girl anymore. I am a grown-ass woman, and he can suck it. I throw open my door and walk into something solid. I step back and immediately lock eyes with him. He smirks at me in a way I’ve never seen before.

“Good girl,” he whispers, and I can feel my core clench in reaction.

CHAPTERFOUR

CHASE

Ilost control, god damn it. I knew she wasn’t in the house. I can always feel her when she is around, and I can always feel when she isn’t. She always calls to me, and I couldn’t hear that call. It’s like something in my soul is missing when she’s not there. She’s my own personal siren, for fuck’s sake.

Seeing her outside alone and then telling me it surprised her that I had noticed she was gone was stupid.

Doesn’t she know my senses scream to me when she’s missing?

Every fiber of my being tells me to find her.

Still, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have touched her. It’s one night in, and I’ve already fucked things up.

Feeling her soft, tight body against me as she settled under my arms was heaven. That was my first mistake. Touching her, hugging her like that. It’s normal for us. I didn’t think it would hurt, but I should have known I would lose control with the mood I’m in. She’s my calm in this shithole of a world, and I couldn’t help it. I needed her to soothe me.

Jax and Asher have been winding me up all day, talking about making a move on her and touching her when I’m around. Then, watching her giggle with my brother most of the day made it worse and eventually pushed me over the edge. I just needed it. I needed her to calm me, even though I had no right. But I took it too far.

The second she moaned, even though I had barely touched her, made me lose control. She was so fucking responsive to me, and I fucking lost myself in her. I could smell her arousal. I couldn’t help but touch her to see if it was true. I felt her bare pussy grip my fingers and her wetness flood over them. God, she was so tight I wonder if she will strangle my dick if I fuck her as she comes for me, moaning my name.

That sound is the most beautiful, intoxicating sound, and I want to hear it again. I’m desperate for it, that moan. I lost control, chasing it, wanting more. I fell down the proverbial rabbit hole.

I shouldn’t have taken things further, but I did, and now I feel like an addict craving his next fix. I thought her laugh did something to me, but fuck me, her moaning is one hundred times sexier and even harder for me to ignore.

God… Hearing her beg me…that was the moment I knew I had gone too far. I had to stop it. I had to make her hate me for it. I had to push her away for my brother’s sake and my sanity. She shouldn’t be begging me, even though I want her to. She looked beautiful, begging me, needing what I could give her.

Shit!

I kick the porch’s deck as if that will do anything, but I need to get this out of my system. I need to get her out of my system. Usually, I choose violence or sex, and both are off the table tonight.

I can’t watch her walk around so exposed to us the way she was dressed today, let alone any other guys here in this town. At home, it’s okay. Everyone knows not to mess with her, or they would have me and the boys to deal with. They all knew what would happen.

Her ex, Carter, learned the hard way when I heard what vile things he had planned for their date, the way he talked about sealing the deal with the town virgin. There was no way I was going to let that happen.

He ended up in the hospital that night, unable to walk after I broke his leg with his baseball bat after practice while Asher and Jax held him down. They didn’t care. They were used to that type of violence and knew it was about her, so they didn’t think twice about it.

Asher even snapped his wrist while holding him down and didn’t blink. Carter never made it to their date. And we made sure he wouldn’t tell a fucking soul about what happened.

I felt terrible for Brooke being stood up. I watched her wait for him outside her favorite restaurant. Leaving him messages, checking the time constantly before she finally walked away, but it was better than what that slimeball had planned for her.

He broke her heart that winter. She thought he was the one for her. It made me so fucking angry that she was stupid enough to think that. She’s too innocent, too pure for this world, and all I want to do is protect her, but sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault she’s so naïve with guys.

But seeing those tears in her eyes tonight, I knew I pushed her too far. I never want her to cry or hurt in any way. That’s why I protect her so fiercely, but here I was, being the person to do that to her.

To hurt her and make her cry.

I toy with the thought of going after her for a few minutes, wondering if it would do any good. I showed her the mask I show the world when I want to push them away, and it worked. I feel like my heart is being skewered with a sword, and I deserve it. She always saw past the walls I built, and part of me is angry she didn’t see through it tonight.

I’m twisted. I know it.

I stand on the porch, looking at the night sky. It is so clear here. No wonder she was outside. My girl has always loved the stars. My mind flashes me back to one of our nights under the stars.

Her father had just been diagnosed with cancer, and she called me in tears. She couldn’t even speak, so I got in my car and drove like a madman to get to her. She was sitting on the porch looking up, her eyes filled with tears and utter hopelessness, and I simply opened the door.

“Get in, Princess.” That’s all I said to her, and she got up without thinking, without questioning. She didn’t say a word as I drove her to our spot on the docks. I opened the car door for her and helped her out, guiding us to the end of the jetty, slipping her shoes off as we sat down with her feet in the cool water.

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