December (The Oliver Brothers Book 1) by Q.M. Watson Read Free Book Online

dropped me off. Mind you, everything didn’t happen in the order I told it.”
    “Go December,” she cheers, slapping my arm. “Mr. Danny is laying it on pretty thick. He’s going to have you pregnant and barefoot in his kitchen in no time.”
    I scrunch my nose up. “Ha. Ha. That’s so funny,” I grumble dryly. “And I hate that you call him Mr. Danny. It’s so wrong.” She’s been calling him that to make fun of me because he’s older. He was old enough to be my teacher when I was a teen, and July feasted on this fact. She’s been calling him Mr. Danny to get on my nerves ever since.
    “Oh, whatever.” She bends over, gripping the rim of the sink, and playfully wiggles her highly praised ass. “I’m sure he’ll have you screaming Mr. Danny soon enough.”
    “July.” I gasp, my cheeks burning.
    “Don’t be such a prude, December.” She laughs and begins to make absurd sex sounds, moaning loud enough I’m sure Mom has dropped the bowl of chips on the floor. “Oh, yeah. Harder, Mr. Danny. Right there, Mr. Danny. Ohhhhh. Don’t stop, Mr. Danny.”
    Laughing uncontrollably, I clamp my hand over her mouth. “Shut up, you freaky whore.”
    She mumbles a comeback under my palm. It comes out muffled.
    I squeeze her lips in return, squashing them between my fingers. “What was that?” My tone is mocking and provoking. I loosen my grasp on her mouth so she can talk.
    “I said my man likes it, and I can give you a few pointers on how to satisfy Danny when you’re riding his—”
    The door suddenly opens. We both turn our heads and are instantly shocked when we look at Jarvis and all of his dark grunge rock sexuality as he steps through the threshold, quietly closing the door behind him.
    Jarvis is tall like the rest of his brothers, a little over six foot. His shoulders are wide and his body is mere lean muscle. His hair falls to his shoulders in black lustrous waves from his widow’s peak. He is covered in tattoos and terrifying self-inflicting scars. Jarvis also has two silver hoops on the left side of his bottom lip. His nipples and tongue are pierced and even his private bits are pierced with some kind of metal.
    He folds his Swiss blade back in place, slipping it into the pocket of his faded jeans. July instantly turns into an unresponsive stone under me. I go into defense mode.
    “What the fuck are you doing here? The door was locked, you fuckwad. You can’t just go around and pop open locks to other people’s bathrooms.” 
    He glances at July and then me. His mismatched eyes slowly travels between the both of us, taking in the scene of me over my hunched-over sister, my hand over her mouth. Jarvis has one green eye and one brown eye. They both flare with something intense and dark. He steps forward and then halts when I growl and bare my teeth.
    “You wanna let her go, December?”
    “She’s the only thing keeping me from punching you in the face. You sure you want me to let her go, Jarvis?”
    The muscle in his jaw twitches. “Let her go. Now.”
    “Okay.” Releasing my sister, I walk right up to him. He stares into my eyes like I’m his opponent in the boxing ring. His stare is intensely severe and wild. We’re face-to-face when I suddenly ball up my fist and uppercut the fucker. July shouts my name in horror as Jarvis’s head snaps to the side. He shakes it off and laughs, licking the blood from his bottom lip when he faces me.
    His fierce glare causes me to shudder. In a move too quick for me to process, he has me against the wall, his hand securely wrapped around my throat, his body molded to mine. Jarvis flexes his fingers, allowing me enough air to breathe but not enough room to move.
    Grinning cruelly, he slants his head and places his lips near my ear. “My brother isn’t fucking you right or at all, because you act like you need dick in your life.”
    Slapping and clawing at his face, I struggle in his hold. Nasty, vile words come out of my mouth. This doesn’t affect