Strung(36)

I move my hands up to wrap into the back of Tegan’s hair, before brushing my lips over hers, as if Sebastian isn’t watching us.

I could really care less.

He’s known about us for almost a week now and I’ll never forget the look on his face when I called Tegan my girlfriend in front of him. The kid was speechless, and I’ve never heard Sebastian shut his mouth for longer than two seconds before in the entire time that I’ve known him.

It took him at least two minutes before he burst into laughter and then asked me to repeat myself as if he was convinced he was hearing me wrong.

Just like everyone else, he knows my reputation of being a one-night-stand-guy. He’s never seen me with the same girl twice.

“So, I’m still your girl?” she teases, tugging on my bun. “Because Parker—”

I slam my lips to hers, cutting her off before she can get another word out. I’m sure she can tell from the roughness of my kiss and the deep growl coming from inside my chest that I’m showing her just who she belongs to.

I can’t deny that I’m all alpha male when it comes to Tegan and I’ll take down anyone who tries to take her away from me.

I get so wrapped up in our kiss I almost forget that we’re not the only two in the room, until Sebastian clears his throat.

“Okay, you two have fun. I’ve gotta run.”

I look over as he’s typing something out on his phone and rushing to get out of here. “Where the hell are you going in such a hurry? I thought you wanted to help out and make some extra cash?”

“Chuck is outside for me. I’ll help tomorrow. Cool?”

He’s lucky I’m desperate to spend some alone time with my girl or else I’d give him a harder time about leaving his job unfinished. “Tomorrow. I call and you be ready. No excuses, Seb. We’ve got a lot of shit to discuss. Rules and all that.”

He smiles. “Okay, cool.” He nods and blows a kiss at Tegan. “Later, babe.”

She laughs as I lift her up and set her on the bar. “Later, kid. Stay out of trouble.”

The moment we’re alone she wraps her legs around my waist and squeezes. “Kiss me again and call me your girl.”

I tangle my hands into the back of her hair and lean in to brush my lips over hers. I wait until her eyes meet mine before I speak the truth. “You’re my girl for as long as you’ll have me.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and nips at my bottom lip teasingly. “Well, we’ve already had sex three times. I think one more time and I’ll be good.”

I tug at her hair and grind my hips between her legs, showing her how hard I am for her. “Oh yeah? I knew you were only using me for my body so you could write that book of yours. But are you sure once more will be enough?” I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck it, before I release it and run my tongue along it. “Because if that’s the case then I’ll be sure to make it the best sex of your life, so that I can change your mind. I don’t want anyone one else having you. You’re mine.”

“Mmmm . . .” She moans against my mouth and tightens her hold on my waist. “You’ve already given me that three times, Micah. Unless you know some new tricks then—”

I crush my mouth to hers, unable to hold back any longer. This woman has no idea what her mouth does to me. And if she’s going to give me a damn challenge she better be ready for me to accept it and win.

With a deep growl I release her hair, before I yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside, moving right back in to kiss her.

I own her lips with my kiss, because I want to possess every part of her, including her damn heart.

Her breath is heavy against my lips, showing me just how badly she wants me to take her right now, but when I go to reach for her jeans she places her hand on mine to stop it.

“What’s wrong?”

“You need to promise me something first.” She looks worried as her eyes land on mine again.

“I already told you that I’m yours, Tegan. I’m not going to leave you. I promise.” I grab her face and kiss her nose. “I’ll promise you anything you want. Just say it.”

“I believe you, Micah. It’s not that. My brother—”

“We’re telling him tonight,” I say quickly. “I want the same as you and I can’t lie to him anymore. But for now . . .”

I capture her mouth with mine, kissing her hard and deep. She has to think that I’m desperate right now with the way I’m moving my body against hers as if I’m going to lose it if I don’t get inside of her soon.

But not showing her how much I need her is torture for me. It’s been almost a week since we last had sex, because I wanted to show her that sex isn’t all it’s about for me. Making love to her was the first step in showing that and taking time away from sex was the second.

I’m hers. All fucking hers, and it’s time I make her feel that again.

I move my hand down again to undo Tegan’s jeans. I barely get the button undone when out of nowhere, Alexander’s angry voice comes from beside me.

“You motherfucker.” He grips my shoulder and pulls me back, and before I’m able to react Alexander’s fist slams into my jaw repeatedly, not stopping until Tegan screams at him to stop.

I steel my jaw and regain composure as he reaches for Tegan’s arm and starts walking away.

“Don’t touch me, Xan!” she yells in her brother’s face, while shaking his hold on her. How dare you hit him like that without even giving us a chance to explain.”

Guilt takes over as Alexander takes a step back and reaches for the nearest bottle of liquor, as if he needs it like air, his face still shock-ridden.

“Xan, we were planning on telling you—”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Tegan. You knew how I felt about you getting involved with Micah, and yet you did it anyway. I thought you had a little more respect for me than that after everything. Aside from that you lied to my fucking face over and over. I need one goddamn minute!”

I stand here, my gaze focused on Alexander as he turns away and tilts the bottle back, taking a long drink.

I brace myself for more. I can only imagine what we looked like to him. I’m sure it’s all he can do right now not to kill me after walking in on me shirtless, between his baby sister’s legs.

“We need to talk,” I say, grabbing for my shirt to put it back on. “We’ve been wanting to tell you for a while—”

“For a while? What about all those fucking conversations and threats, Micah?” He takes another drink, before slamming it down onto the bar so hard the bottle breaks, liquor spilling.

When he turns around, his hard eyes land on me. From the anger present in his stare and shaky arms, I can tell he’s fighting with everything he has not to punch me again. “We’ve been friends for almost five years. Does that mean nothing to you? I trusted you and made you my manager. I’ve been a good fucking friend to you, and I’ve never asked for anything except that you work beside me at my bar and keep an eye on things when I’m not around. You’ve been my only real friend since I moved here. You were like a brother to me. Until now I would’ve trusted you with my fucking life. In all that time I asked you not to do one thing. The one thing that would fuck me up and break my trust. You went behind my back and did it anyway. You went after my only sister. I can’t even stand the sight of you right now.” His nostrils flare as he eyes me over. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

“Xan.” Tegan steps in between us, looking worried that Alexander will lose it and blow up on me again. “He didn’t do this alone. It’s my fault just as much as it is his. Don’t you dare put all the blame on him. I’m not a kid anymore. I can make my own damn decisions without your consent.”

“Move, Tegan. I’m not speaking to you right now,” he growls, putting his arm out to get her at a safe distance from us. “I wanna know why my best friend stabbed me in the fucking back.” He rolls his neck, while cracking his knuckles. “I’m waiting, asshole.”

My jaw tenses as I stand in place and run my hands over my face. I’ve been prepared for this moment for a while now and I’m ready to take another blow if it helps keep his anger aimed at me and not her. “I don’t have a good fucking reason. I went after her because I was a selfish son of a bitch who couldn’t stay away, even if it meant fucking things up with my best friend. I did this. I went after her, so don’t be mad at her. Hate me, but not her.”

“You’re right,” he says, walking toward me. “You are a selfish son of bitch, and always have been.”

I stand tall, knowing what’s coming next. I take it like a man as my best friend’s fist connects with my already sore jaw.

It stings like hell, but I make no attempt to move out of his way or come at him.

A real man takes responsibility for his actions.

“What the hell, Xan?” Tegan rushes over and pushes her brother’s chest, but he barely even moves. “Hit him one more time and I won’t speak to you ever again. Do you hear me?”

His jaw flexes as he runs his hands over his face, before grabbing the ledge of the bar. “How long have you been trying to sleep with my sister? Don’t fucking lie to me.”