Page 80 of Broken Saint

That and sex.

Without it…well, I don’t really want to find out what happens without it.

Working out keeps my head level and clear. It keeps me focused and grounded. Exactly what I need during the season. With my eyes on the prize, I don’t usually look up at anything else. Something tells me that this year is going to be different.

We’ve barely been apart an hour, yet every inch of me is begging for me to end this session and go back to her.

“You’re so fucking gone for her, bro. She’s the one, isn’t she?” Luca asks.

“I don’t believe in that bullshit, and you know it,” I mutter as the three of us step onto side-by-side running machines that face a window, overlooking the view of the mountains and the lake before us.

Best spot in this whole fucking place, hands down.

Well, aside from the end zone, obviously.

“Nah, you believe perfectly well. You’re just a fucking pussy,” Kane scoffs.

“It’s Ella, man. E-L-L-A,” Luca enunciates in case I’m not fully aware of who I spent most of last night, and this morning, inside.

“I know,” I grunt. Fuck, do I know.

“So, what’s the plan here then? Tell me that you’re not going to pull the same asshole moves as college? Fuck her, chuck her, and leave her to return to Texas with her tail between her legs and a broken heart?” Kane asks innocently.

Thank fuck I’m not going too fast because my steps falter at his suggestion.

My heart rate increases and my fists curl.

It’s what I should do. Although, not quite as harshly as he explains it. But for once, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to.

“Dude, you can’t do that. I know you’re a heartless cunt sometimes, but that’s a bit much,” Luca states as if he’s not already running full tilt.

“I never said I was,” I mutter. “I just…” My words trail off.

I don’t fucking know what I am right now.

Confused.

Confused, deliriously happy, and fucking horny despite the number of times I’ve gotten off in the past eighteen hours.

“Scared?” Kane offers.

“Big, bad Colton Rogers scared of a five-foot, honey-eyed goddess. Who’d have thought it.”

“And you think I’m a cunt,” I mutter, glaring daggers at Luca.

“Dude. You knew it was going to happen eventually.”

“I thought she was in Texas, loving life with her fiancé who treated her like a princess. I didn’t even know she nearly fucking died the last time I saw her.”

At that, he slows down.

“Colt,” he soothes.

“Don’t fucking Colt me. You knew. Both of you knew, and you never told me.”

“She asked our girls to keep it secret. She was worried about how you’d react,” he explains, his eyes holding mine to help hammer his point home.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” I bark.

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