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Romance,
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Contemporary Romance,
sweet romance,
growing up,
first time love,
motocross love,
overcoming fear,
learning to trust
to shake some of the unnecessary panic. After Molly was safely tucked in the motorhome, he needed to call his dad. There was no way around it. It already sounded like his dad had picked up on something earlier when they spoke to him after the fight. But he had to lay it out there. Brody was done dealing with this by himself.
He rounded the corner and his jaw dropped. He stood stock still, he legs suddenly heavier than concrete as he watched his sister. She had one hand up Carter’s neck, her fingers in his hair. The other was on his jaw. Sterling’s hands were of course on her ass. Of course. Where else would they be? He watched as they kissed…intimately. His heart started pounding almost as hard as pain in his head. Oh my God. What the hell?
They both looked at him. Shit. He wasn’t aware he’d spoken out loud. He took a breath and walked closer. The pain in his forehead spiked when he clenched his teeth even tighter. He blinked a couple times and forced his mouth open to relieve the pressure.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“Nothing, Brody. Goodnight.”
“Ah-huh. Goodnight is right. Go on in the motorhome. I need to talk to Sterling.”
“No!” She turned around, shaking her head.
“What do you mean no? Go to bed.”
“I’m not a little girl. You don’t just dismiss me and send me to bed. Bite me, Brody. Go back to the pits with Erin.”
He watched Molly as she took a defiant stance. She stood taller, her eyes narrowed. But she hadn’t let go of him yet. And Sterling still had one arm around her waist keeping her close to him. Oh, they were pissing him off more and more. Standing there like some united front against him. He let out a shaky breath and lowered his voice, but even he could hear the anger in it. “Good. Night. Molly.”
“Don’t do this, Brody. You don’t want to start this.”
“Try me.”
“It’s okay, Gorgeous.” Carter’s voice was calm and soothing. And while Brody watched his sister melt into it, it grated on his nerves.
“You go, you’re so tired. It’s fine. I’ll talk to Brody. It’s time we had a few words, anyway.”
“Carter.”
“It’s okay, really, honey. We’ll meet in the morning and have breakfast together. Okay?”
Brody stood silent as Carter talked his sister into the motorhome. The pain in his forehead made him wince and he realized he’d been gritting his teeth again. He waited none so patiently with his arms crossed as she finally conceded. It pissed him off even more that she’d only done so when Sterling told her to.
“I’ll apologize for my brother’s attitude. I love him, but he’s being an asshole !”
Molly’s blue eyes were almost black when he looked in them. He never had her anger turned on him before. Not like this. He was completely taken aback by it. But he wasn’t backing down. She was naïve, innocent, blind, and didn’t know what she was doing. He did. He narrowed his gaze, but kept his retort to himself.
“Gorgeous, its fine. I understand where he’s coming from. Everything will be fine, no worries. You go on, get some rest and I’ll see you in the morning.”
Brody’s anger was fanned as he watched Carter stroke his sister’s cheek, then lean down and kiss her again. A peck on the lips, but a kiss nonetheless. The man had balls. He was going to have them on a platter if the guy didn’t back away from his sister.
“Night, baby.”
Carter shut the door and took a second to himself before turning to face her brother. “Listen.”
“No. You listen. I very distinctly remember telling you and your buddies she was off limits. And yet, here you are. And now, I walk up to see your hands all over her. In my book, that makes you no better than that Martins prick.”
Carter narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you ever compare me to him. You got me?”
“You don’t even know her. I’m not going to let you take advantage of her.”
“I am not and will not take advantage of her. And no, I don’t