Break Me (Brayshaw High #5)(38)

Raven smirks. “Uh-huh.”

“Check it out.” Captain gains our attention.

Enoch Cameron, Brayshaw High’s star pitcher, sits wide legged at a table near the back exit, chatting up Giana Fritz, a chick from the tennis team.

He reaches out, flicking her hair near her shoulders, and she leans a little closer.

“Lay it on thick, fucker,” I muse. “Your girl’s only sittin’ a table over.”

We glance at Taylor Simms, the girl he’s had on his hip since freshman year.

“Right on time,” Maddoc speaks low, and the rest of us look toward the door.

Coach Von walks right through, cut lip, black eye and guaran-fucking-tee some fractured-ass ribs under his firm pressed dress shirt.

Victoria sits forward in her chair, studying their body language while we look for a sign that reads foul play.

What do you know, while Enoch doesn’t look his way, the fucker does sit up in his seat.

His eyes fly to Taylor, who shrinks in her chair, hiding her face behind her phone.

Neither of them look toward the coach.

Maddoc leans back. “It was him.”

“Yeah. We’re missing something.” Cap nods.

“They’re playin’ bitch boy games.”

“But is it me...” Victoria squints. “Or does Taylor look like she’s about to break down with waterworks any second now?”

She does.

“Looking at that dude, seems he’s looking for a new flavor.”

Victoria eyes her, shaking her head. “We need to look at her a little deeper.”

Nobody argues. Victoria is usually right when it comes to this kind of thing, but until we find out more, it is what it is.

My eyes shift to Enoch when he stands. He says something to Giana that has her nodding before he walks away.

Dipshit.

I turn to Captain. “Aye, let me take Zoey on Sunday.”

He frowns. “You know you can come with us. Always.”

I grin.

Fuck me, love to hear that, not that I need to. They never throw it in my face, never try to sneak away alone. We might have added to our threesome, but it’s got no effect on how tight we are.

They know me and are fully aware I give a fuck-ton about their relationships.

In fact, they’d kick my ass if they knew I didn’t have plans on days I pass on their outings, but I’d take it if they found out because I want them to have the time they deserve with their girls, always.

I love my brothers as much as I know how, but the love they get from their equal halves isn’t one I can match. It isn’t one I’d ever cut in on either.

“I know, brother.” I nod. “But I want her to my damn self. I’ve gotta score back some points since Uncle Dick over here keeps sneaking stuffed trains in her room.”

Captain swings his frown to Maddoc.

Maddoc’s glare snaps my way, and he tosses a bottle cap at me.

“You said no more stuffed animals,” Cap calls him out.

I sit back, grinning with Raven and Victoria while Maddoc does his damn best to justify Zoey’s need for every fuckin’ thing she wants. And more.

What neither of them know is I rented out the entire Build-A-Bear Workshop for Sunday night for the princess.

I grin thinking about it, a grin that widens when Katie Kline slides up with a heavy coat of lip gloss and a long, slow blink.

The table goes back to their own conversations while I focus on Katie.

“You ran out on me pretty fast the other night,” she says with a small smirk.

I ditched her, and she still came back. I’ll reward her for that, even if this little stopover is as purposeful as the leak of every single celebrity sex tape.

It’s cool though, I’ll play her little game of show and tell, her objective: let me show you who I played with, now go tell all your friends.

I kick my leg out.

Never willing to pass on an invitation, she lowers her ass onto my left thigh.

“Come on now, Katie K.” I tilt my head slightly. “Don’t front like you expected me to stay.”

She brings her upper body closer to mine. “Doesn’t hurt to hope you might.”

“It should.” I grin, squeezing her thigh. “It should sting real good.”

Katie laughs, swaying her knee back and forth. I glance to Raven to see if she’s noticed the clear shot up her skirt, but her focus lies on the far side of the cafeteria.

I know that face and skim the room. I don’t find anything that would give the girl a reason to harden though. “RaeRae.”

My slow and tight call of her name has Maddoc’s head snapping toward her with concern.

Her eyes dart to his first, quickly moving to mine only to swing right back where they were. “New flavor, you say?”

Only when a group of freshmen with trays in their hands start walking again, do I spot what she has—short silver hair parked right in front of a dead pitcher walking.

Enoch fucking Cameron blocks her from me. The only glimpse I get is a half shot of sleek-ass shine teasing at the edge of an exposed shoulder that wasn’t exposed earlier.

Enoch slides behind her then, and at the slight angle I have, it looks as if he’s gripping on to her arm. He’s definitely saying something.

Talking to her.

Right near her fucking ear, like I was only hours ago when I realized she smells like sunshine and wicked red wine.