Page 10 of Away Game

“I don’t have one of those fancy Keurig machines, so you’ll just have to hold your horses.”

One second I was standing at the counter, watching the first drips of coffee land in the pot, and the next, I was thrown against the wall. I thought Fin was going to punch me—not that he had a reason to—but instead, he kept pushing into me. His hard body was against mine, and I could feel the thick bulge in his pants. Hard lips crashed into mine with bruising strength.

Fin pulled back. His face twisted in anger and pain. Opening my mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, I was shut up by his lips descending on mine again. The kiss was hard and desperate. Angry and wild. Rough and delicious.

Hands traveled down my arms, skirted across my taut stomach, only to then dive down and grip my straining cock through my jeans.

Letting out a groan, my hands moved of their own volition. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Fin Huntington would be touching me like this. My breath picked up as my fingertips moved under the hem of his shirt, and felt the silky expanse of skin on his washboard abs.

I wanted more. I needed to taste him. To taste the monster because I might never get another chance. Breaking the kiss, I nipped down his neck as I slowly started to undo the belt on his jeans. I tugged his fly open and was ready to take a knee when Fin jerked out of my grip.

I flew back and landed on my ass. With wide eyes, I looked up at him. Fin’s face was colored red and pinched with rage. He took one step toward me, and I instinctually crab crawled back until I couldn’t go any further. Bricks dug into my back as I held my hands up. I wasn’t sure if they were up in surrender or to protect myself.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he roared.

“I… I,” I stammered, unsure of how to answer his question.

“Did you want to suck my big, fat cock? Hmmm? Let me come down your throat? Do you want to taste me, like all the girls do?” The venom of each word he spat burned and scorned me. Shame filled my veins as hatred lit up his black orbs.

“You came onto me,” I shouted back. I stood, not letting him have the upper hand any longer. It didn’t matter how attracted I was to this asshole. I couldn’t—wouldn’t let him treat me like I was the dirt beneath his fancy-ass shoes.

He charged me. His hands slammed into my chest hard, and I went tumbling down onto the floor. “Fuck off, fag.”

I didn’t move as I watched Fin pace back and forth from one end of the house to the other. He pulled at his hair so hard I thought he was going to rip out a chunk.

When Fin’s phone dinged, and he pulled it out of his pocket, I let out a sigh of relief. With one look at it, his entire demeanor changed. He was still pissed, there was no doubt about it, but somehow he was reining it in. Something I was entirely grateful for. He moved to lean against the wall. It felt like a standoff until he crossed his arms over his chest. For a brief moment, I forgot all about Fin losing his shit on me and couldn’t help but stare at the way his biceps bulged and his pecs flexed underneath his shirt.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he demanded with a low growl.

“Like what?” I intended my question to sound confident and strong, but I just sounded like a breathless girl. I wanted to roll my eyes at myself. Get it the fuck together. Don’t let him see what he does to you.

“Like you want to lick every inch of my body.”

That would be difficult because I did want to lick and touch him even though he treated me like shit.

What the hell was wrong with me?

Guilt and shame blanketed my insides. I felt like I was going to puke. No one was worth my pride, and yet, I would have given it up in a heartbeat only a few moments ago.

We stood staring at each other for a long moment. I didn’t know what was going through his head, but mine was a myriad of thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t settle on one thing. Finally, my mind stopped racing, and one thought kept coming to the forefront.

I bit my lip, knowing I shouldn’t ask after his blow-up only a few moments ago, but I couldn’t help the words that slipped out of my mouth. “Can I ask you a question?”

Fin let out a frustrated sigh. “Why do I have a feeling this question you want to ask me is going to piss me off?”

Probably because it was.

“You’ve mentioned girls about a dozen times since you’ve been here, and I saw you with whoever she was… are you bi?”

In an instant, Fin’s face turned to stone. “I’m a heterosexual male who loves to fuck girls.”

He sneered at the wordgirlswith so much disgust, it was easy to see right through his facade. It was fine if Fin wasn’t ready to admit to himself that he liked guys. Hopefully, he’d find someone else to take out his confusion and frustration on. I couldn’t be his punching bag to help work through his issues.

Even as I thought those words, I hated myself for wishing him on some poor unsuspecting soul. No one deserved to be treated that way, not even me.

A loud knock on the door startled us from our stare-off. “Fin, let’s go,” Oz yelled from the other side of the door.

“Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, or I will kill you,” Fin seethed before he took two long strides to the door and picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Without looking back, he was gone, and once again, I hoped I never saw him again.

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