Unbreak My Heart (Unbreak My Heart #1)(88)

“If I wanted you here, I would have f*cking invited you.” He ignored my question, scowling as he gripped my arm to make sure I didn’t fall over.

“I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

“Who do you think taught Katie?” My foster sister Kate was incredible on the guitar, and she’d had a kick-ass voice for as long as I’d known her. I’d never wondered how she’d learned; it had just always been true.

“Oh,” I mumbled, sidestepping him.

“Did you follow me?” he asked incredulously, moving back in front of me. “What the f*ck is wrong with you?”

“With me? Yeah, I’m the one who f*cked up tonight. Right,” I said back sarcastically. “You just kissed me!”

“That’s the way you want to play it?” he murmured, shaking his head as he scratched at his beard. “Sure. I was getting the barflies off my back and used you to do it, but the rest of that shit was you.”

“Me?” I screeched, making the homeless guy down the street start yelling about waking him up.

“Shut the f*ck up,” Bram yelled back at the guy, making him go silent.

“I didn’t do shit!” I hissed, my hands fisting at my sides.

“That wasn’t you, grabbing me and pulling me into you—giving me f*ck-me eyes?”

“Fuck-me eyes?” I screeched again.

“You’re still f*cking doing it!” Bram yelled back, leaning down.

We both went silent for a long moment, glaring at each other.

I’m not sure which one of us moved first, but all of a sudden, Bram’s mouth was back on mine, and he was pushing me against the brick wall of the building behind me.

“When the f*ck did you get a tongue ring?” he gasped into my mouth as he slid one of his thighs between mine, lifting my body slightly as he pressed up.

“A couple years ago,” I moaned and rocked against him.

“I’ve never seen it.” His hands moved over my torso, reaching up to grip my breasts through my cami.

“I know.” I slid my hands under his T-shirt and dug my fingers into the warm skin at his sides.

A familiar wolf whistle came from down the street, making us pause.

“Keys,” he mumbled before pressing his mouth to mine again. “Keys. Now.”

I fumbled with the purse hanging over my shoulder and pulled my lips from his as I found the keys to my SUV.

The second Bram heard them jingle, he was stepping back and grabbing them. Without a word, he took my hand and walked me over to my car. When we reached it, he paused and turned his head to look at me.

I held my breath as he clicked the remote, unlocking the driver’s-side door.

Then he clicked it again, unlocking the rest, and opened up the door to the backseat. He stood there, not moving, letting me make the decision. I could have snatched the keys out of his hand and moved around to the front of my SUV. That would have been smarter.

Instead, I slid past him and climbed into the backseat.

I was making a really bad decision. I knew that. I think we both knew that. Nothing good could come from messing around with Bram. At best, things would be even more awkward between us later. At worst, we’d actually hate each other instead of the halfhearted bickering we’d been doing before.

But I didn’t care.





About the Author

When Nicole Jacquelyn was eight and asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, she told people she wanted to be a mom. When she was twelve, her answer changed to author. Her dreams stayed constant. First, she became a mom, and then during her senior year of college—with one daughter in first grade and the other in preschool—she sat down and wrote a story.