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towards their direction.
    “Gav’s been trying to get her since last year. Since rumors are flying that she’s moving to Australia after graduation, Gav’s taking chances,” Tiffany informed me as she nuzzled my neck. “Let’s skip lunch and go for a ride,” she purred close to my ear. 
    Yeah, that sounded like a very good idea right now. “Head over to my car. Meet you there in a sec,” I replied before tapping her ass so she could get going. The sooner this was over, the better.
    Once Tiffany left, I counted from one to ten before I strode over to their table. The second Josie saw me, she blatantly cleared her throat, warning them, but much to my dismay. When my eyes connected with Olivia’s, hers turned cold, while mine turned hungry. I wanted her so bad, and so did the rest of the guys. The rest had a go with her, but not one of my crew. I would never fucking allow it.
    “What the fuck’s this shit, Gav? Thought we cleared this up yesterday?”
    He looked downright pissed off. “Dude, come the fuck on. Liv just agreed for a date. So just chill, it’s all good.” Gavin glared at me, while I also saw Olivia giving me a look, a look of challenge .
    My eyes flashed back, not backing down. “You’re breaking codes here, bro. You know better than to fuck with me.”
    Gavin stood up, pulling his sleeves up. “Who gives a fuck about what happened in third grade! We’ve all moved on! If you want to take this out somewhere, I’ll be more than happy to take you there.”
    The little shit. He was getting more arrogant and cocky because Olivia was right there next to him. I knocked him out before and I could knock him out again. As codes went, a guy shouldn’t fuck with ex-girlfriends, current girlfriends, moms, sisters and all the relative chain ‘cause that’s just plain old dirty. Gavin was pissing on my territory and I didn’t appreciate it—not a fucking bit.
    “Tonight—” I sneered at him, but was cut off when Olivia stood up, taking me by surprise when she pushed on my chest and forcefully dragged me out of the cafeteria, leaving hush whispers in our wake.
    I was all muscle, but for some reason, she easily dragged me with her. Was I becoming a pussy or what? I got my answer when she took me behind the cafeteria and somewhat slammed me against the cement wall, glaring down at me with stormy eyes.
    “You need to stop!” she hissed inches from my face. “I don’t care if we’re sharing a house and I don’t give a rat’s ass about “bro codes”.” She made air quotes, which in turn made my blood boil to the hilt. “If I want to date him, that’s my business. If you’re still so hung up about that stupid juvenile kiss we shared, go call a psychiatrist because from where I’m standing, it sounds like a fucking personal problem!”
    Yes, Olivia Taylor was definitely getting personal and becoming more of a problem. She had balls to spit on my face after all this crap?
    Growling, I switched our places, making her now the one trapped in between my hands and body. “You little slut. If you need to get laid, take it somewhere else, but never around my peers, you hear?”
    “You’re just jealous of Gavin and the rest of them because you can’t have me, Grey,” she spat back, fuming. “But guess what? You’ll never fucking have me. Not fucking ever.”
    Demons were everywhere; one by one they fell, possessing us both. “I beg to differ.” My eyes caught her heavy pants, making her breasts quiver. The silkiness of her skin glistened underneath the sunbeams and yes, temptation was rearing its ugly head, big time. “I know the art of seduction, and if I’m right with my calculations,” I whispered against her neck, her breasts pushing up against my hard chest; it felt like sweet ecstasy, “you’re probably pretty well irrigated and lubed up for my taking.” Closing my eyes, I smelled her for the first time in years. And fuck, she smelled like fresh blooms, sunshine and happiness.