Unbroken Rules (Rules 3)

I’ll probably never get used to how close these two got during the past few months. Haze might call Kendrick annoying, but we all know they kind of like each other now.

“Nope. Not happening. I wasn’t home last night. You should’ve done it then. Gee.” Kendrick throws himself on the couch.

Haze doesn’t budge.

“I said no. I’m staying. Deal with it, you filthy animals.”

“I’ll give you twenty bucks,” Haze says.

Kendrick arches an eyebrow. “Forty.”

“Done.”

My cousin keeps trying. “Fifty?”

“Don’t push it.”

“Forty-five?”

“Forty. Final offer,” Haze says.

Kendrick caves. “How long?”

Haze grips my hips, turning his full attention over to me. “I’ll text you.”

“Can you hurry up? I have shit to do today,” Kendrick hisses.

“No promises.” Haze jerks my body forward, not giving a single fuck that we have an audience, and my breath jumps. The way he’s looking at me… like he’s imagining exactly what he’s going to do me and how… Jesus, I need a minute.

“Use protection, kids” is the last thing Kendrick says before he shuts the front door. A smile lifts the corner of Haze’s lips, and he swirls me up into his arms. He carries me to the bedroom, kicks the already halfway door open, and lays me down on the mattress, no questions asked.

His body sinks into mine and demands for more of me. I give it to him, parting my legs until his knees find the sweet spot between my thighs. I’m wearing a T-shirt, silk shorts, no underwear, and this mind-spinning lust like a bodysuit. Everywhere he touches me, my skin cries out with shivers. He pushes my head forward, takes my lips prisoner, and I want him so bad I let myself have him. I grab the already solid budge in his sweats, and he groans inside my mouth. I trace him, tease him, squeeze him. But only for a second.

Because a stroke of genius hits me the next.

I free him, lifting my hands to his chest and pushing him back. His breathing is clogged with need when his eyes sway across my face.

“Can we get a dog?”

Horny, shocked, confused, he’s many things, but the main one is irritated.

He frowns. “What?”

“Can we get a dog?”

“Are you… seriously doing this right now?”

I tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, a painful reminder of what I was just doing to him, and he sucks in a breath. “Just say yes and it’s back to fireworks.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re using sex to blackmail me into getting a dog?” He’s scandalized.

I give him a big wide smile.

“That I am.” I push him off me.

His lips part.

“What are you saying? No sex until we get a dog?”