Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(47)

“Fuck that,” Jacob said. “Do any of them know what they want?”

He laughed.

My heart skipped a beat.

What did Jacob actually do?

“So Wes busted in and ripped you off his girl?”

“Yeah. Aira. That’s Wes’s girl’s name. Nothing was even happening. I was just… you know… getting ready…”

“So because you weren’t inside her, that makes it okay?” Kip asked.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jacob asked. “This isn’t about me fucking some dirty HCH pussy. This is about what Wes did to me. The message he sent. We have to… what the fuck are you going to do about it, Kip?”

“That’s a good question,” Kip said. “I mean, you want me to load up the boys and go right into HCH, right?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jacob said. “I can call my boys too. We can team up.”

“Team up,” Kip said. “To beat up the guy who beat you up. Because you forced yourself on his girl.”

“Come on, enough of that shi-”

Kip moved so fast I gasped.

His hands were around Jacob’s shirt, pulling him up so they were eye to eye.

“I don’t know what kind of game you think that is,” Kip said. “But it’s not a game we play. Or a game we’re going to defend.”

“She deserved it. Fucking cunt.”

Kip threw Jacob back. “Get the fuck out of here.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“If I say it again, you’re going to regret it,” Kip said.

“Yeah, you’ll regret it,” Jacob said. “When they take over and control all of us.”

Kip shook his head. “I tried… fuck me… I tried…”

He moved at Jacob again.

I watched as Jacob tried to swing at Kip.

Kip saw it coming and got out of the way. Then he grabbed Jacob again, except this time he got him by the face. Kip’s thumb dug into the cuts on Jacob’s face, twisting, breaking open the scabs, leaving Jacob screaming, begging for mercy as he fell to his knees.

When Kip let him go, Jacob dropped to his ass and put his hands out.

“Fine,” he said. “Fine. It’s done. It’s over.”

“You ever touch someone like that again and I’ll rip your fucking dick off,” Kip said. “If I have something to say to fucking Weslee Jackson I will say it to him myself. But you put your hands on his girl. Unwanted. You got what you deserved. Now walk away.”

Jacob climbed to his feet and ran out of the ditch.

Kip turned and looked in my direction.

I stepped forward and walked between two of the tiki torches and started to move down into the ditch.

I swallowed hard, trying to read his eyes.

Those baby blue eyes…

His lip curled and his hands were balled into fists.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Exactly what you heard,” Kip said. “Some BFH guys rented a place down in HCH. Shit got crazy. Jacob thought he could have something that wasn’t his. I don’t stand for that shit. If I see something I want, girl, I go for it. I may not take no for an answer but I know where the line stands. And I’ll fucking stand there as long as I need to.”

“Kind of like where I’m standing right now,” I whispered.

I was right about Kip.

Maybe.

He did have something that looked like a heart.

Everything he just did… wanting me to see it…

“Hey, girl, there is something you do need to know though,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That line? I know when to cross it.”

Without another word, Kip slipped his arms around me, stepped forward, pressing his body against mine, and he lowered his mouth down to mine.

Oh… fuck…





Maybe there were times when it was sparks… or stars… or an explosion…

But this…

This was like kissing him as though we had been kissing each other for months.

His hands holding me perfectly and his lips sliding against mine with such ease. Flirting with a kiss. Pausing. The tip of his nose touching mine. That surfer boy grin and glare of his blue eyes against the fires around us. Then moving in for the actual kiss. Repeating that over and over, adding a little more each time. Driving me to the point that I grabbed at the front pockets of his jeans and pushed down so I could jump up and kiss him back, harder, craving more.

Right there in the middle of the ditch.

Where guys fought. Where rich guys bet on those fights.

And Kip and I were kissing.

This wasn’t me.

I wasn’t the girl who kissed boy after boy.

No way.

I pulled away for a second and looked into his eyes.

What about Barr?

As though Kip could read my mind, he slid his hand up my back to my hair and pulled me close again.

Our tongues tangled and danced.

My knees bent with need and confusion.

And just like that, Kip broke the kiss and put his forehead to mine.

“So about that line, girl,” he whispered.

“This is no line, Kip,” I blurted out.

Kip kissed my forehead and laughed. “I know. I’ve known it all along.”