Cocky Fiance(9)

By: T.L. Smith & Melissa Jane

“Did you see where Britta went?”

“No, we parted ways as soon as we walked through the door. She better not have left already.”

“She hasn’t left, she’s with Jarod Thickle.” Even saying his name made me sick at the thought. Jarod was in our circle. He was liked by some and tolerated by many. Jarod still had the mindset of a horny teenage boy who didn’t give a shit who he hurt. He trash-talked women thinking it’d boost his street cred. He’d reveal intimate details about their bodies, and follow it with a laugh none of us saw funny. Seeing him zero in on Britta caused my blood to boil. He knew better than to mess with someone in the circle.


“Do you see the issue?”

“He wouldn’t be so stupid.” Slate shrugged his shoulders, always seeing the best in people. I was the complete opposite. “He’s probably just being a good host. But hey, on an interesting note, the redhead—”

Leaving Slate, I pushed through the crowds and headed directly down the hall to the bedrooms.

Pushing the first door open, I saw nothing, but then her soft giggle filtered down the hall and all I had to do was follow. She was leading me straight to her without even trying. I pushed the door open a little harder than intended, and all eyes went to me, including Britta’s older brother, Brock, who was on his phone but had ceased his conversation to look at me.

Brock rarely attended these types of parties, being married with kids. On the bed sat Jarod, who was too close to Britta for comfort, their thighs touching. He nodded his head, eyes narrowed with some warning, and then turned back to Britta, unwilling to lose the traction he’d made. While he chose to ignore my presence, Britta was finding it hard to do so. Her eyes were locked on mine, unsure on how to read me, and if I wasn’t mistaken, she even made a discreet effort to break contact with Jarod. When she moved, so did he, bridging the gap. His persistence, and knowing his dirty history, had my fists clenching at my sides. I’d be damned if I let him sink his filthy teeth into her.

“Hawk!” My attention was pulled to Brock who placed his cell in his pocket, a wide smile across his face. I hadn’t seen him for quite some time. It was Slate who I now seemed to see the most, considering he was always at the office to see his sister.

Brock walked over and shook my hand, with a pat on the back. “Good to see you, bro,” he said, walking through the door expecting me to follow. I didn’t. Instead, I watched Britta who was still staring at me.

“Slate wants you, Brit.” It was a lie, and she knew it.

She shook her head and turned back to Jarod. “I’ll be down when I’m ready,” was all she said in response. I saw a smirk on Jarod’s face, and I wanted to literally punch it right off.

Brock slapped my back and pulled me slightly out the door.

“She’s smarter than you think,” he started. “I wouldn’t worry about Jarod. But I’d have to be an idiot not to see the way you two watch each other.”

“What shit are you talking?” I asked with my jaw clenched as I walked back down the hall.

“No one here is blind, bro. Well, maybe you and Britta.”

“Then you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Right!” He laughed, knowing he wasn’t going to get through to me. “I’ll grab us a few drinks, and we’ll catch up outside.” Brock darted off into the crowd, and his words played over in my mind. That and the niggling reality of Britta still behind closed doors with Jarod.

I walked through the party-goers, the music thumping and booze flowing. I needed a good fucking drink before I did anything I’d regret. And so I could forget how her red lips tonight looked so fucking kissable.

Chapter 5


His mouth was moving, but I didn’t hear a word, my thoughts still on the wrathful face of Hawk. There had been fury in his eyes, and I was sure some of it was directed at me. Jarod continued talking, his hand resting on my bare thigh, his thumb working rhythmic circles, no doubt to lull me into a false sense of comfort.


What was Jarod saying?

Shaking my head slightly to bring myself back to the present, I caught the tail-end of what Jarod had been jabbering on about.

“... see each other more. You know, we could...”

Fuck! How was I going to deal with Hawk? He wasn’t exactly the easiest man to deal with. His broody moods rivaled ten females all PMS-ing in the one room. He had a temper, and when he was passionate about something he wouldn’t rest unless he had his way.

It was sexy.

Hawk was an alpha in every way, and he scared the fuck out of me in the most delightful way.