Hey, Lola, guess what?That mystery girl who got railed in the library today?Yeah.That was me.Reece Wilson dropped to his knees and made me forget my name.Also, he called me baby.Also, my pussy is still sore from where he fucked me the day before, and my head is completely fucked because I think I liked it way more than I should.
Nope.Absolutely not.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart still racing hours later.The room is quiet except for soft breathing and the hum of the lights, but inside my head, it’s loud.Messy.Dangerous.
I don’t move again.I lie there, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to save me but it never comes.
Chapter 21
Reece
Ihaven’tbeenwithanothergirl.
Not since Sam.
Not since that first night in my room when she fell apart under my touch and then walked out as if she hadn’t just shattered my entire spine and left it that way.Every chance since then has still come to me just like it always did.Easy.Willing.Loud enough to stroke my ego and nothing else.
And I feel nothing.
There’s no spark left.No pull.No hunger.Just this dull, unending ache sitting low in my gut, whispering her name every time I close my eyes.
Red.
She’s everything I want.
There’s no doubt about it.No confusion.I’m in love with her, and that realization hits harder than any hit I’ve ever taken on the field.I’ve never felt this way about anyone.Not even close.
That’s the part that really messes me up the most.
It pisses me off how quickly she got under my skin.How fast she transformed me.I built my whole reputation on not caring.On taking what I wanted, screwing who I wanted, and walking away before emotions ever had a chance to breathe.It was simple.Clean.Easy.
Until her.
Now I can’t get hard for someone else.
It doesn’t matter how attractive they are or how far they will go, my mind pulls me back to her.
I don’t even recognize myself.Who the hell am I if I’m not the guy who lets go first?
Because here I am—watching every door, every hallway, every crowd of people hoping she’ll be in it.Listening for her laugh in rooms she’s clearly not in.
And if she told me right now that she wanted more, I’d fucking give her everything.
I’m early for practice.First one here.
The field’s still soaked from the afternoon storm, slick under my boots, with the smell of wet grass sharp in the air.Coach isn’t here yet?It doesn’t matter though; I need to move.Run.To bleed some of the shit out of my system before I do something stupid.Something I’ll regret.
It’s been three fucking days.
Three days since I had my hands on her.Since I tasted her moan in the back of my throat and watched her come undone with my name broken in her mouth.
Three days without touching her, and it already feels too long.My skin itches from it.My cock stays hard at the worst times, aching for the girl who told me we needed to stop for now.My muscles burn from trying to keep it together, pretending I’m fine when all I want is to shove her up against the lockers and feel that little hitch in her breath again.Watch her pupils blow wide.Make her forget whatever the fuck Lola said.
But I can’t.This matters to her.Someone saw us, so she wants to lay low.
She thinks it’s Tara, maybe.Sam’s not sure exactly, but it spooked her.She told me that morning after her night at Lola’s.Her voice was too fucking soft for someone as strong as her.
She bit her nails.Her voice cracked at the edges.And I swear to God, I stopped breathing.
