Page 181 of Rebellious

Stopping in front of Skye’s house, CJ waited for her to exit. She’d found him at his locker and asked if he was going to football practice.

That was a ‘no’. CJ couldn’t watch Ryan and Davy compete for a position he wanted so badly. But he hadn’t lied to Ryan and he didn’t want the bullshit if Ryan lost out to him.

It shouldn’t matter, especially given all Ryan’s crimes. He was truly remorseful, though, and Rebel appreciated how he checked in with her.

“Would you like to come inside?”

After putting the SUV in park, CJ glanced at Skye, his gaze dropping to her legs, revealed in her short skirt. He hadn’t kissed a girl in weeks and shouldn’t want to kiss Skye. But she was always there, in his goddamn face with some part of her body revealed and all that honey-colored hair teasing him. She also kept her nose in his business and had a big fucking mouth.

Not a good combination. At. Fucking. All.

“I have sweet tea. I made it this morning.”

Her soft voice wasn’t as sweet as Harley’s.

“I want to ask you something anyway.”

Going into her house wasn’t a good idea. He might do something like kiss her. “Ask me, Skye. I can’t stay.”

“It’s about Ryan.”

CJ froze. Fuck, Ryan.

Ryan.

It came to CJ that his fantasies about Skye hadn’t started until Ryan opened his fucking mouth about wanting to hook up with her.

Fuck him.

“What about him?” CJ growled, annoyed that Ryan’s interest piqued his.

“Is he as generous as you?”

“What are you talking about? Does it matter?”

“He’s been texting me. He wants us to go out Friday.”

Goddamnit. He didn’t trust Skye not to tell Ryan whatever CJ said about that motherfucker. But he didn’t want to see her hurt either.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How had he gotten into caring about what happened to a girl again because of Ryan?

“If you and I went out, where would you take me?”

“Probably a restaurant.”

“J’s, right?”

Fucking Jaleena. “Or someplace like it,” he answered, his irritation rising.

“Where would Ryan take me?”

“I don’t know, Skye. We’ve never gone on a fucking double date. Tell him where you want to go.”

“If I needed help with bills, would he do it?”

Fuck no. “Again, I don’t know. We’re two different people. Don’t judge him by what I do or vice versa.”

“I know where he wants to take me,” she announced.