Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(10)
He flashed a grin. “That sounds like Kade alright.” Then he grew serious. “But he’s good to you?”
“He’s good to me.”
Adam nodded and let out a small breath. His shoulders loosened, and he seemed more at ease. “That’s good. I know I haven’t been the greatest friend to you, but as long as he’s good to you. That’s good to hear.”
“And you and Becky?”
His shoulders stiffened again. “What about me and Becky?”
I’d had enough with the small talk. “Can you stop playing with her emotions? Date her or cut her loose. You’re not doing her any favors.”
He looked about to argue with me.
I snapped out, “And you know it.”
He let loose a big sigh and his shoulders slumped forward. “I know, I know. But I care for her.”
“Stop toying with her and stop trying to f**k with my friendship with her.” I waited a beat and held his gaze steady. “Or you and I are going to have a problem. She’s my friend, my only friend.”
“What about me? And the Elite?” He narrowed his eyes.
I never blinked. “She’s my only friend. Don’t mess with that, Adam.”
He gave me a small frown. “Okay. Noted.”
And as I headed to my car and headed towards Garrett’s house, I wondered if it really was noted. My gut told me otherwise and my hands clenched on the steering wheel. Adam wasn’t known for being honest and genuine. I used to think he was, but that image had been shattered awhile ago. Then as I got to the house and let myself in, reggae music blasted through the air, mixing with the aroma of roasted chicken and the sounds of something boiling on the stove.
Garrett stood in the kitchen with a brightly colored apron on over khaki dress pants and a red polo. He looked ready to go golfing, sans the apron. He flashed me a smile and waved a steel spatula in one hand with a drink in his other.
“Hey! It’s my child. How was school?”
I slowly took my book bag off from my shoulder and let it slip from my two fingers. It dropped with a thud to the ground as my eyebrows rose. “I’m popular now.”
He took a long sip from his straw that was adorned with a parasol umbrella and bobbed his head in rhythm with the music. “Never doubted it. How’d it happen?” He turned and flipped the chicken over on the grill.
“I told them to f**k off.” I flushed as I realized it was becoming my favorite phrase.
He chuckled and slid the chicken onto a plate. “That sounds like my kid. Way to go. Did you find the bucket of condoms I left for you?”
I flushed again and averted my eyes. That’s when I saw the table was set with four placemats. “Are we expecting company?”
He shook his head, but let his question slide. “I invited Mason and Logan. They’ll be here in an hour. I guess they’re going to shoot hoops tonight at the gym. They even invited me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “What do you think? You think this old man could keep up with those young kids?”
I flashed back to when I first met my biological father. He asked if I was training for a marathon. There was no other reason for running that long. I chuckled now. “I think you’ll hold your own.”
He winked and swished around to refill his drink. “Go on.” He jerked his head towards the door. “I know you want to run. Be back in an hour or we’ll start without you.”
Relief flooded me and I took the stairs two at a time. It wasn’t long before I had my warm running clothes on and bypassed the kitchen on the way out. Once I was outside, I hit the pavement hard. Soon my blood flow warmed my limbs and I was sprinting by the end of the block. He said an hour. I was going to make it worthwhile.
When I staggered back through the door, I nearly fell over, panting. I had sprinted the entire hour, but I had no idea how far I’d gone. It’d been worth every breath that ripped through me and every mile I raced across. I knew I had a smile from ear to ear, but I couldn’t shake it. I didn’t want to.
While I heard male voices from the kitchen, I ignored them and headed straight for my bedroom. After I had hopped in the shower and came out in a towel, I wasn’t surprised to see Mason on my bed. He propped himself up and gave me a lazy grin. “Let it drop.”
A rush of tingles raced through me, but I opened my closet and kept the towel on. “Garrett was drinking when I left. Is he drunk by now?”
“Nah.” His voice was husky as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He pulled me against him and nuzzled underneath my ear. His lips moved against my skin, causing goosebumps across my skin as I closed my eyes. “He’s having a good time. He wants to get to know me and Logan.”
My head fell back, and I let myself sag in his arms before I twisted to face him. He grinned and pulled me tight against him. My leg was lifted over his and he held me in place at the waist. One of his hands skimmed down my arm to the edge of the towel. Two fingers pushed inside, and he let it drop the next moment. I shivered in excited anticipation and was lifted off my feet the next second.
He swung me in his arms and carried me to the bed. As he laid me down, he held himself over me, his gaze hungrily roaming over my body. I slid a hand through his hair and pulled him down. My lips opened over his as I arched against him, but he still held himself over me. His lips explored mine and took their time in a slow kiss. I groaned. I wanted him against me. I wanted him between my legs as I curled them around his waist to drag him down. He resisted and chuckled into my mouth.