Who is the cowboy? Why is he calling our girl’s name?
I should have eaten something instead of looking for a quickie to anger Carly with. I never expected her to come after me. The little girl version of
Carley would have just continued to sit there at the table while I got my rocks off. Jase would have beat my ass at home for disrespecting her like that.
The last thing I thought was going to happen was to have a livid brunette woman with steel blue eyes sitting on top of me with one hand harshly pulling my hair and the other with a vise grip on my dick. Finally, Carley is showing her true self. No longer the girl she once was but a powerful goddess of a woman.
“Storm! Hey. How are classes going?” Carley gets off of me to give the guy a hug while the rest of us have our arms crossed over our chests and scowls on our faces.
None of us are happy with this new development. We had decided if she came back, she belonged firmly with Chaos. No more trying to push her out or keep her at arm’s length. We have her heart, and we plan to have her body as well.
This Storm guy has a possessive hand on her lower back. I don’t like that. ‘What kind of name is STORM anyway?
I tuck myself back into my jeans, instantly regretting not wearing underwear as the zipper bites into my flesh.
“So far so good. I’m glad we are going to school together still, even if it’s no longer near the ranch.” He gives her this sly wink that has my back going ram rod straight. I don’t like that.
The bell rings. Lunch time is over.
“Well, we should get to class,” she says glancing back over her shoulder at us. She has look on her face I just can’t place. I don’t know if she is pleading with us or being cautious of us.
“Can I walk you to class?” Storm asks Carley who is biting her lower lip. She is unsure and nervous.
I step up behind Carley placing a kiss on top of her head. “Thanks for the offer but, we have the next class together, so I’m walking with her.” Carley looks up at me with a questioning brow.
As soon as Jase saw her this morning, he sent Lachlan in to flirt with secretary into letting him take copy of Carley’s schedule. He messaged it to us all.
I smile down at her. “Come on babe, we don’t want to be late.” I use my best sexy voice that usually has women throwing themselves at me.
“Babe?” She hums under her breath. I get the feeling she doesn’t care too much for the nickname.
“Yeah. Babe. You did just stake your claim on me,” I whisper in her ear before licking the shell. These last four years without her have been hell for all of us. Some of us swore off women all together, me? I tried to purge away her memory in every woman I could.
The Storm guy just watches, his dark eyes not missing a thing. He just smiles at Carley as if she hung his moon. “Okay. I’ll see you after school, Cactus.” Storm winks at her before walking away in his cowboy boots.
Jase arches a brow. “While we walk, care to explain that guy?”
“I want to know the story behind Cactus Carley.” Lachlan’s eyes dance with mischief as he wiggles his eyebrows at her.
Carley’s face flushes crimson. She groans, leaning her head back against my chest. “Can we please save it for the loft?”
"That guy said he would see you tonight. Is he going to be there?” I bit the question out harsher than I intended.
“At my house, yes. In our sacred space? I hope not.” Carley is frustrated by this Storm guy. Interesting.
I place her hand in the crook of my arm and Jase does the same on the other side, Weston and Lachlan following close behind. We stop by our lockers before ambling into class.
We sit side by side in Biology at the lab tables. I spend the entire class watching her take notes. There are so many questions I want to ask her. The most import is why she left us.
I remember the first time I met her was in seventh grade, I had this nerdy kid up against the lockers by his shirt for bumping into me. In her little pink dress with worn cowboy boots on her feet, her brunette hair curled in a ponytail, she shoved me off the kid and onto my rear just like she did at lunch. She gave me the lecture of a lifetime about bullying people and how just because I’m stronger than weaker kids didn’t mean I had to be a thug.
I stood up and pulled her pony tail. I sneered at her when she hit the floor. I took off quick after that because Carson, Jase, Ransom, and Lachlan, who were watching everything came after me.
They beat me after school for bullying that kid and Carley. From that day on we were best friends. We followed Carley around to keep her out of trouble and took care any other bullies. What we didn’t understand until sophomore year, the day Carley disappeared is how awful girls can be to
Carley never would tell us where her random bruises or black eyes came from. After all, snitches get stitches. If I had to take a guess now, I’d say it Julia and her flunkies. Those women better watch it since they’ll never leave the Bay. I have a feeling Carley isn’t going to take their shit now and neither we will we.
I’m caught in my thoughts when I feel a pen being jabbed into my ribs. “Earth to, Air. Are you in my next class or not?” Carley is standing me with her books in one arm and her other hand on her cocked hip.
I want my hands to be on those curvy plush hips of hers. Carley isn’t tiny, but she is short and curvy. I could get lost in worshiping those curves.
“No, I don’t have any more classes today, but Jase has the next one with you. He is probably waiting for you,” I shrug with a scowl on my face.
“Who put a bur under your saddle today?” What a snarky little mouth she has on her now. I’m so damaged, I missed her snarking at me when we were alone.
I miss her lecturing about me needing to be better too. Although, I don’t think this new Carley will be lecturing me anymore.
I grunt at her. “You.” I turn around shoving past other students, walking into the hall with her on my heels.
“Me? Why because I’m back to ruin your life? Or is it because I ruined your little sex session?” She snaps at me. Oh, this girl has developed a steel set of ovaries. I love it. Give me that fire, baby girl.
I whirl around on her, shoving her up against the nearest wall. I pin her in with my body. “You ruined us, baby. Now you’re back with a fire you hide from the world. I’m not mad you’re back in the bay, I’m furious because you left in the first place. You made us worry about you.
Ran got sent to juvie for attempted manslaughter because of you the night you disappeared. Lachlan went inside himself expecting all of us to abandon him like Ran did. Like you did. Like his mother did. Weston, he went to stealing cars and developed a death wish. He crashes stolen cars in races just so he can feel something. Jase is a powder keg waiting to explode. He is going to get himself killed one of these nights in cage matches.”
What I don’t say is why Ran is currently in prison. She doesn’t need know just yet.
I stroke her cheek before wrapping my tattooed fingers around her throat, the ones that say C.H.A.O.S on the knuckles of my left hand. “So, no, baby. I’m not angry you’re back at all.” I give her neck a little squeeze which makes let out a guttural involuntary moan. I smirk. Her exquisite
damage is showing.
Just when I’m about to kiss her, we are interrupted by that Native American cowboy again.
“Carley are you alright?” He asks with equal parts suspicion and concern.
I inwardly groan. ‘Not this guy again.’ He is already fast becoming a pain in my rear. I release Carley stepping back from her to give her some breathing room and so I can discreetly adjust my pants.
She glance over at him again. “Storm? Oh yeah. I’m fine.” Carley’s voice is husky. She must have been just as turned on I was. Her eyes trail over my face, down my body to the bulge in my jeans. The pink tint to her cheeks is adorable.
“Are you sure?” Storm glares daggers at me, but I just give him a satisfied smirk.
Carley nods her head and clears her throat. “Of course I’m fine. Air is the last person in the world who would physically hurt me.”
WTF. I’ve been shot in the chest. Does Carley really think I could mentally or emotionally harm her on purpose? I mean, yeah, I guess I purposefully do things to see her angry, but I would never hurt her.
I can’t do this. The urge to pound something or someone is too strong. How could she think I would ever harm her? Is this what betrayal feels like? Screw this.