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  • Resist Me(Men of Inked #5)(8) by Chelle Bliss
  • I exhaled, letting go of the breath I had been holding while thinking about James. I didn’t like the sound of this one bit. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sound of the outside world and focus on Tommy’s voice, but it was no use. I couldn’t hear a f**king thing over my heart beating like the drummer in Anthony’s band. I wanted to run in the bathroom and throw up, but I stayed glued to the bed, waited for my brother, and closed my eyes.

    The sound of the bathroom door smacking against the wall made me jump. I sat up quickly, looking toward the noise to see Tommy staring at me.

    I gave him a fake smile and tilted my head. “Everything worked out?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I tried to hide my curiosity.

    “Fucking perfect,” he grumbled as he moved toward the window, peeking through the now yellowed, sheer drapes. “How well do you know James?” he asked, turning to me.

    “Um,” I said. Fuck. Lie—do not tell him the truth. “I met him at Joey’s wedding. He brought your card and we had a drink together.” I kept the fake smile plastered on my face, speaking quickly so as not to trip over my words.

    “Just a drink?”

    “Maybe two,” I replied, still smiling as my eyebrows shot up. God, I was horrible at the angel act.

    “James seemed to be very interested in helping get you out of here. Maybe a little too eager,” he complained as he moved to stand in front of me.

    I looked up at him. He could be intimidating, but he’d always be just my brother. I didn’t have anything to fear from him, but I wouldn’t tell him about my night with James. No f**king way.

    “He’s your friend, Tommy. Naturally, he wants to help out. You called him for a favor, and as any good friend would do, he agreed to help.”

    Tommy shook his head, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “You’ve never been a good liar, Izzy. I’ll kick his f**king ass if he tries anything with you.” One of his eyebrows rose and the muscles in his jaw ticked. “No one touches my sister,” he warned, the tiny grin disappearing.

    “Thomas, I’m not a child. We had a couple of drinks, and even if I wanted more—which I don’t,” I insisted as I stood. “But if I did…it wouldn’t be any of your business.” I poked him in the chest, driving the point home.

    His head dropped, his eyes staring at my finger as I held it against his chest. A rumble started underneath my finger and bubbled out through his mouth. He threw his head back, his laughter filling the room before he looked back at me.

    “Izzy, love,” he said, grabbing my face, his blue eyes shining with tears. “That has be one of the funniest damn things you’ve ever said.”

    “What the f**k? It wasn’t funny.” I poked him harder and with my nail. “I’m a woman now, if you haven’t noticed. I make my own decisions.” I tilted my head and glowered at him.

    He was still laughing as he wiped his eyes. He shook his head as he spoke. “You’ll always be my little sister. Flash is going to get his ass kicked.” His laughter died. “He won’t know why, but I will. He’ll be hurting because I know he dirtied you. He’s not worthy of you.”

    “Flash is just a friend,” I said, because it was the truth.

    “He’s been in your pants, sister. Don’t try and bullshit me.” He glared at me, studying my every twitch. “He’ll pay.”

    I sighed, blowing out the air I’d stored in my cheeks. “Whatever,” I blurted.

    “James better not touch you either.”

    “I don’t like James like that. I thought you boys were bad growing up, but he makes you guys look like pu**ycats.”

    Tommy’s eyebrows drew together. “You got all this over a couple of drinks?” His jaw worked back and forth as he ground his teeth together. The sound sent shivers through my body.

    “Yeah.” I kept it simple. No need to throw up a flag that alerted his big brother Spidey sense that James had f**ked me senseless.



    He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed my temple, and the warmth of his body felt great against me. He was my brother, and I had proof that he was safe and alive.

    “We’ll leave here in ten minutes. We have to make it believable, Izzy.”

    I looked up at him. “What do you mean make it believable?” I questioned, scrunching my nose as I thought about what that could mean.

    “They have to believe that I had sex with you,” he said.

    “Fuck,” I muttered, gnawing on my thumbnail.

    We smudged my lipstick, tore my shirt at the bottom, and messed up my hair. The bar was dark enough that hopefully it would pass. The most important part would be my attitude.

    “Don’t pretend to like me, but don’t hate me either. You aren’t attached to Flash, but you didn’t have a choice in coming with me, either.”

    “I love you, brother. You’re cute, so it’s not like I would’ve had to bang Rebel.”

    “Do not say the words bang and Rebel in the same sentence.” He cringed, opening the door for us to head back to the bar. “When we get there, just stay quiet and let me talk. I want to get us the f**k out of there as soon as possible so James can grab you.”

    I sighed, wishing the f**king night were over and that I were in my bed…at home and on the other coast. “You know how quiet and I work out, Tommy.”

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