Chapter 6

~ENZO~

What the fuck was I doing?

I stared down at Lexi in the cleaner's closet, my hand still tangled in her soft hair, her body pressed against the shelves.

My blood was boiling.

I was pissed—no, furious—that I'd walked out of class and seen her flirting with Tyler Brooks while all his fucking friends watched and cheered him on.

The way she smiled at him, cheeks flushed, that short sundress riding up her thighs. . .It made me want to punch something. Preferably Tyler's face.

Why the hell did it bother me so much? She said she liked him. Liked him. The words kept replaying in my head, twisting something ugly in my chest.

I'd always known Lexi was beautiful. Fuck, I couldn't deny it no matter how hard I tried. Every time she walked into a room, my eyes found her.

That warm golden-tan skin, those long dark waves, the way her body had filled out over the years, innocent but tempting as hell. I'd caught myself staring too many times, then forced myself to look away. She was my best friends' little sister. Jax, Kai, Maddox, and Zane would bury me if I ever touched her.

They made it clear the first time they ever saw me look her way. I'd been warned. Threatened. I knew that she was off-limits. She was their baby sister and they would fight the world for her. . .including me, their best friend.

But now? Now she was standing here asking me to teach her how to fuck. How the hell was I supposed to control myself? I had a difficult time staying away before this. How would I be able to control myself when she was openly asking for sex?

I'd made the no-kissing rule instantly. Because if I kissed her. . .I'd be done. I'd fantasized about claiming that mouth for years, of tasting her, swallowing her moans while I buried myself inside her. Kissing would make this real.

Intimate. Dangerous. This had to stay as fuck lessons. Nothing more. Just me showing her what she thought she wanted so she could chase after Tyler.

Yeah. Right.

I wouldn't let that happen. Couldn't let her give herself to that asshole. But if I said no, she'd still go through with it.

Fuck me. She was leaving me no choice.

Lexi was always a good girl. She listened to her brothers. Stayed out of trouble. I was fucking positive that she was still a virgin. So why the hell was she suddenly interested in someone like Tyler?

"Spread your legs, Lexi," I repeated, my voice rougher than I intended.

She obeyed.

Fuck me.

Her breath hitched, but she did it, slowly parting her thighs right there in the tiny closet.

The sundress rode higher, and I could see the smooth skin, the way her body trembled slightly.

Innocent little Lexi, spreading her legs for me like a good girl. My cock hardened instantly, straining against my pants.

I liked it way too much, the way she listened, the trust in her eyes mixed with nervousness. But I hated it even more. She shouldn't be doing this. Not for Tyler. Not even for me. She should realize how fucking precious she was. She was better than this. She could find a real nice man. . .fuck. I didn't want to think about that. No one was good enough for pretty Lexi.

She was. . .Lexi. The girl I'd quietly protected for years. She didn't know how many guys I'd kept away from her. I'd threatened them all. Even punched a few of them in the nose for looking at her too long. Everyone on campus knew to stay the fuck away from Lexi if they wanted to live.

I stepped between her legs, my thigh pressing against her heat. She gasped softly, her hands coming up to grip my arms. Her fingers felt small against my biceps.

"You really want this?" I growled, leaning in close but keeping my mouth away from hers.

No kissing. I couldn't. "You want me to teach you how to take a cock into that tight pussy? How to moan like those girls you hear through the walls?"

Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she nodded. "Yes, Enzo."

I slid my free hand up her thigh, slow and deliberate, stopping just short of where I knew she was aching.

Her skin was so soft. So untouched. The thought of Tyler touching her here made my jaw clench so hard it hurt. No one should be fucking touching her. Not Tyler. Not me. Especially not me.

Even though I knew this, I couldn't stop myself. I'd started it now and couldn't end it before I felt her.

Just a little.

"He won't get to see you like this," I muttered, more to myself than to her. "Not while I'm teaching you."

I needed to ensure that she agreed to this. To stay away from him while I was giving her these lessons.

I could convince her to forget about him by the end of this. Show her what real pleasure felt like so she'd lose interest in that asshole. Then she'd go back to being the protected little sister, and I'd go back to keeping my distance.

At least. . .that's what I told myself.

My fingers brushed higher, teasing the edge of her panties. She was already wet. So fucking wet for me.

"Enzo. . ." she whispered, her voice shaky with need.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, fighting every instinct screaming at me to take her right here.

My best friends. . .like brothers. Her family. The Rivera legacy. All of it could burn if I fucked this up.

But with her legs spread and her body trembling against mine, control was slipping fast.

"First lesson," I said hoarsely, pressing my palm against her through the thin fabric. "You feel that? You're fucking wet for me."

Or was it Tyler? Was she wet thinking about him?

I was suddenly pissed all over again. Pissed at Tyler. Pissed at myself.

But I wasn't stopping. Not now. It felt like my life depended on it.