Forbidden, Tempted Series (Book 1) Read Free Page B

And that was the reason for the stare-down? But she’d been with Abel this morning and now at lunch, not Cain. Not only that, but something told Flint the girl wasn’t Cain’s type. Then again, weirder things had happened. She knew jack about Cain other than he had a fetish for all things black.
    “What is she doing here?”
    And speak of the devil.
    Flint didn’t need to look to know Cain was the source of that question, even though she’d never once heard him speak. It fit him, deep and resonating with a heated shiver that whipped down her spine and flexed through her bones.
    Flint looked up, wishing her heart would stop doing that stupid somersault thing whenever he was near. Cain was staring down at his brother, impossibly large arms folded across his thick chest.
    Cain looked way too old to be in high school. No boy her age looked like that. Not naturally anyway. Maybe he was on the juice?
    “Because she’s my friend.” Abel gave Cain a tight smile.
    “She’s new. You don’t know her.”
    Okay, he did realize she was right here, right? Flint gritted her teeth, counting slowly to ten in her head, wondering for the millionth time how two brothers could be so opposite.
    “Go away, Cain. She’s fine.”
    Flint could almost picture sparks shooting off Cain—the fine hairs on her arm stood up when he turned that hot glare on her. She wished she could see his eyes.
    Why didn’t anyone make him take those things off? He was probably hideous. Missing an eye or something.
    “Why are you here?” He snarled and she blinked... was it possible that his arms suddenly seemed bigger?
    “Excuse me?” Flint wished she knew where the animosity was coming from. She’d barely sat down.
    Cain advanced, each step seeming to tug at the very depths of her soul, reaching for something she couldn’t understand. But she knew in the pit of her heart Cain would burn and consume her if she let him.
    His lips curled into a semi smile, and yeah, her stomach was definitely flopping down around her knees. Her chest heaved as heat and shame crept up her neck. Why couldn’t she control her emotions around him?
    Was it hot in here? Because she was pretty sure she was starting to sweat, and her heart was definitely thumping like a rabbit on crack.
    “Stop messing with my brother,” he growled.
    Growled, like a full-on throaty animal snarl. Her knees went weak, and not from fear.
    Abel flicked a french fry at him. “I’m not a kid, she’s my friend, she stays!”
    Finally her tongue came unglued from the roof of her mouth. Flint stood on wobbly legs, narrowing her eyes to thin slits. “I’m not messing with your brother. I’m new, he’s nice, unlike some people. He asked me to sit and I sat. What’s your problem?”
    Fear, and loathing, and anger so sharp it knifed her, made her words piercing.
    Cain was in her space, breathing her air, body crackling like it was alive. She tingled, every nerve in her flaring to life, and again she was struck by how good he smelled.
    So not fair.
    “I don’t know who you are. You show up here and what—”
    “What?” she hissed. “Show up here and what? I’m not trying to eat his brains, or worse... make him my personal boy toy, so what’s the big deal? I’m. Just. Eating. Lunch.”
    Janet chuckled. “She thinks making you a boy toy is worse than eating your brains? Watch out, Abel.”
    Flint rolled her eyes.
    Anger buzzed like a hornet’s nest in her blood. But beyond the anger was a palpable and dangerous tension that made her reckless and scared. The stare-down with psycho chick made her already-frayed nerves stretch to their limits.
    Then his face was right in hers, and his lips were so close and hers tingled when he said, “You don’t fool me.”
    He took a step back and the movement was so fast she almost fell forward, not realizing she’d been leaning in. Cain jerked his head at the two other guys who’d been sitting next to him. They stood, each of them looking at her with