Free Scornfully Hers by Pamela Ann

straight line, clearly determined and not budging an inch at her shrieking voice.
    “Give Emma her phone back, Carter! Stop being such a tool!” Lindsey chimed in, trying to help her friend out.
    That pushed me to lash out at Emma. “Do you honestly think I’m going to sit here idly while you talk to another guy, Emma? Try to be a little sensitive here. I’m trying to drive, but I can’t help being distracted when you smile stupidly at his messages. I fucking hate it!”
    I hated it, but that was only half of what I was feeling, what I had gone through ever since you declared that you were going to break up with me.
    “I apologize, that was rude of me. Can I have my phone back now?” She made a half-ass apology.
    Try harder, baby, I silently mused. The thought of kissing her and touching her in places I had dreamt for days, made me throb. Take it easy, man. Don’t rush it and mess up your chance to be with her.
    Acting like a dick again, I didn’t look at her. “No.” My eyes were stuck on the road, not wanting to glance at the beautiful woman next to me.
    “What the fuck, Carter!” she screeched at me, quickly losing her temper.
    Good, now we’re in the same boat. Angry. Frustrated and in good need of release—steam and all.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Don’t You See That I’m Desperate Here?
     
    “Finally! My butt is killing me! I hate long car rides! They’re the most uncomfortable things, like, ever!” Lindsey declared as I parked right outside the cabin that my family’s owned for a few generations now.
    I grew up here and it held great memories of my father, one of which being when he taught me how to fish. These were back in the good old days, before my mother decided to be a selfish bitch and started her affairs, hopping from one man to the next until my father was irrevocably destroyed. It was disconcerting to see my father; a good man, who was unfortunate enough to fall for a woman like my mother be so negatively affected by her indiscretions. I suppose she wasn’t ready to have a family, let alone be or act like a mother to us. She was just that—selfish.
    It was almost eight at night and the long drive should have exhausted me, but I was more energized because Emma was around me.
    Looking around, I saw Lindsey walking towards Amber’s SUV, but I called her out, stopping her midway. “Hey, Lindsey! I need to talk to you for a minute.”
    “Sure, what’s up?” She walked back towards me before I pulled her to the side, making sure no one was around to eavesdrop on our conversation.
    From the corner of my eye, I could see Cooper trying to help Emma with her stuff. “We don’t have any available room for Emma,” I voiced out my thoughts, trying to read Lindsey’s reaction, hoping that she wouldn’t freak out with where I was going here.
    “Hold up, why didn’t you tell me this before I asked her to begin with?”
    For this very reason, of course. “She could sleep in mine, that is… well… if you’re okay with her rooming with Russo and Jacobson.” Over my dead body. I wasn’t going to let that happen, but I needed my sister to see where this conversation was going.
    “Hell no! You can always give her your room, you know? Or, you could give her the bed and you could sleep on the couch. That makes sense.”
    Not happening in this lifetime, either. “I’ll figure it out.” I acted all stressed out about Emma’s sleeping arrangement, but I already knew where she was sleeping, next to me.
    Like it was going to happen any other way. I wanted that blonde beauty back and I planned to make her mine before this trip was over.
    Bass Cole and the Hollywood glamour and trappings can all go back to hell. He’s fucking with the wrong guy here. His stupid fame, nor his arrogance, sure as hell didn’t intimidate me.
    ~CM~
    The crisp autumn air and the smell of fall were floating in the air. The guys from the team were all busy fucking around with girls while I watched in amusement,