Free Scornfully Hers by Pamela Ann Page B

clingy. I knew she always liked me, man, but she was telling me that she was suicidal and needed me to help her feel better. She was cutting—”
    “Shit, Thompson. Lindsey’s going to flip, man. You’d do well to back the hell off this second because she won’t ever forgive your ass now—not even when you tell her that you did it because you were feeling obligated—or was it more than that?”
    “It was only that one time. Fuuuuck!” he hissed, getting out of the tub while I leaned against the outside of it, still in my jeans, wondering how the hell he was going to come out of this shithole he’d dug without hurting someone, my sister especially.
    “Where you going?”
    Brody ran his hand over his wet hair, muttering some cuss words. “To talk to your sister. I better try to explain myself before she starts thinking I’m just messing with her.”
    Lindsey wasn’t a forgiving person. Everyone who knew her, knew that. I didn’t know why Brody was still willing to try. “She’s going to bite your head off.”
    “I know,” he murmured before stomping inside, head down.

I See You Watching Me
     
    It’s been three hours since we arrived and everyone seemed to have the same goal–to get plastered, get laid and pass out.
    I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard Emma’s voice coming out of the hall, screeching. “What do you mean? You dragged me here! Now, who do I have to room with?”
    “You have to ask Carter and the boys. They’re the ones that arranged it,” Lindsey responded in a laid back manner, supposedly trying to calm Emma down.
    Acting all normal and not at all devious, I strolled into the kitchen with nothing but a pair of jeans on. The second Emma noticed I walked in, I knew she was checking me out. I felt her hungry gaze on me and, I wasn’t going to lie, her heated stare was turning me on.
    “Oh, great, man! Emma wants to turn in. Can you show her to her room?” Brody asked, slightly on the edge.
    Guess he was still planning to tell my sister after all. I gave him a nod of understanding. Brody needed my help and I was more than willing to take Emma away and tuck her into bed. “You’re ready to sleep? It’s still early.” My dark gaze landed on the blonde bombshell ,  my eyes burning holes right inside her, making her hyperaware that I wanted her.
    Emma looked perturbed. “No. I want to sleep. I’m exhausted.”
    It was a good thing really. I didn’t want her around drunk men. I’d rather have her upstairs, sleeping soundly and safely. “Okay, then. Let me show you to your room.”
    We exited the kitchen and I climbed up the wooden stairs while Emma followed silently behind me. The cabin was huge and Emma could’ve easily gotten lost by the time we got to the second floor. There were three wide carpeted hallways that were adorned with black and white abstract paintings ; a striking contrast amongst the woodsy theme.
    I turned to my right before making another turn and straight through the long hallway towards my bedroom. Stopping at the two large, dark-wooden doors, I faced her. My eyes slowly dropped to her lips before looking straight into her eyes. “Here you are, Emma,” I said, opening the doors and ushering her into a massive room with a fireplace, a king-sized bed, and a large lounge area with a bay window that overlooked the lake.
    Emma strode in, taking in the room around her. Awe glassed her eyes before she spun around to face me, frowning when she saw me standing in the middle of the room, observing her.
    “Can I have my phone back?” she carefully asked.
    Not tonight, not until you’re mine again , I silently vowed, looking at her, loving her from here. Did she know that I was in love with her? Probably not, but tonight wasn’t the time to tell her either.
    Pulling out her phone from my front pocket, I dangled it before me. “You mean this?”
    She licked her lips, coveting the sight of her phone, a mere reach away. “Yes. Can you hand it to me