Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High #4)(37)

He shifts, looks past me, and nods his chin. “Take her off my hands, yeah?”

Royce’s arm falls, smacking my ass on the way down, and then he catches up to the others chuckling from a few steps ahead.

I turn to Captain, who makes no move to come closer, so I do as he wants.

I go to him.

“My brother not good enough for you?” His gaze is sharp and angry, but I know him better than that.

“No, he’s not,” I answer rapidly.

Captain’s frown deepens. “You’d be lucky to have him.”

Instant and complete support.

I want that.

“I’m sure you’re right, but someone else will be luckier. He’s not the one I want.”

Frustration drives him forward. “Having these people see you as my Bray Girl, doesn’t make me yours, you get that, right?”

“Let me handle that part.”

At first, he just stares, a question he refuses to ask written in his eyes.

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t speak, and he stays that way for several seconds until his arm finally drapes across my shoulders, and I’m yanked into him, his hold far more possessive than I’m betting he realizes. His spine even straightens with me tucked at his side.

We head up the steps of Brayshaw High, the others, including Mac and Chloe, waiting near the door for us to arrive and walk inside.

Maddoc and Raven lead, every eye around lasered in our direction, on their King and Queen and their equals at their sides but no one dares to whisper.

They will, but later and in private.

The boys do their little bro claps with a few others from their basketball team, and I wave at one of the girls from the group home when she nods her chin at me, but other than that, no one approaches.

Mac and Chloe break off first, heading wherever their classes are as we stay standing dead center in the hall.

Royce doesn’t wait around but struts right into class while Maddoc takes his time with Raven before he too walks off. She glances our way, and then slips through the door, leaving only me and Captain.

He slides his hand in my hair, bringing his lips to my ear, and I hold my breath, but no words come. His grip tightens only to fly from me in the next second as he takes a step back.

And then he takes another, all to rush forward in the end, and slam his body into mine.

“If this is some trick, you will lose,” he swears.

“Didn’t I already?”

“Is that how you feel?”

“Yes.”

His face twists, and he rumbles, deep and low, “Good.”

With that, he’s gone, but I’ve got a feeling a piece of that control he mentioned earlier broke off somewhere between the parking lot and here.

I give myself a second to breathe, walk into class, and drop into my desk.

Sensing Raven’s eyes on me, I turn toward her, and she shifts in her seat to face me full-on.

“I can’t trust you.” She frowns, confusion etched across her face. “So why the hell am I rooting for you?”

My shoulders ease, and she shakes her head.

“Fuck this up, Vee, and I can’t help you, even if I decide I want to. These boys...” She trails off, knowing she doesn’t have to say it.

“They’re your family, Raven. I get it.” I lean toward her, quickly glancing to her stomach and back. “But so am I, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you choose me, too.”

She glares before a small smile ghosts her lips and she faces forward to hide it. “You better.”

From his seat on the other side of Raven, Royce makes sure to catch my eye.

“Don’t forget, our bite?” A dark brow raises. “It’s much worse than our bark.”

“I thought wolves howled?”

“Don’t be cute.” He flashes. “Be smart.”

In other words...

Be Brayshaw.

The heavy thud of the door slamming against the wall as it’s thrown open has everyone’s attention snapping toward the front of the room.

Every muscle in my body locks, my neck likely burning a bright fucking red as Captain comes strolling in and in no particular hurry, a little glare testing across his forehead.

The teacher pauses, saying not a word as he does, knowing if she did it would only mean trouble for her.

I don’t have to look to know every eye in this room has shifted this way.

Captain plants one firm palm on my desk, leaning over until I’m forced to look up.

He knows I hate this... which is exactly why he’s doing it.

He grips the back of my neck, bringing his mouth to mine so he can speak against my lips, quiet and only for me. “You asked to be mine, that means you don’t look, talk, touch anyone else. Do you understand?”

“No one else...” I whisper, intentionally ignoring his entire point. “Does this mean I’ve got the golden stamp to touch you?”

“My knuckles are brass, beauty. I’ve got no use for anything golden.”

I don’t miss how his eyes cut to my hair as he says it, and his comment about Mallory flashes in my head.

He pushes to his full height, a sick satisfaction gleaming in his blue-green eyes as he gets set to push his point, making me the center of attention.

To piss me off.

Captain’s command is purposeful and clear, and loud enough for all to hear.