Page 2 of Unforgettable
Coach wanted me to take some time and mourn, but I couldn’t. Keeping my mind drenched in liquor or running and sweating on a football field was my way of coping. I still hadn’t a shed a tear. The day I did was the day someone would have to call in a cleanup crew because the tears wouldn’t stop.
“Ryker,” she said again. “Let me help you.”
Oh, man.The girl was still there.
Other voices in the room buzzed like angry bees.
I willed her and the others to go away.
As if my wish was granted, Lucas yelled, “Everyone out.” His voice was commanding and, if I didn’t know him, I would have thought it was fucking scary. In fact, his nickname was Hellion on the field.
I opened my eyes, trying to clear my vision, but the room spun like a washing machine on a high spin cycle. Then I laughed and hiccupped at the same time and laughed harder when I turned my head. The girl at my side had the deepest green eyes that sucked me in and made my cock jerk.
Hallelujah!
As that word rang free, so did the song “Follow the Yellow Brick Road.” I had a thing forTheWizard of Oz. As a kid, I had been obsessed with the movie. While my other friends were into DC comics or Avengers, I was the pussy who wanted anything related to Dorothy. I had a thing for her. I dared not share that with anyone.
I leaned in and narrowed my eyes. Black rimmed her irises, which had specks of gold in them. Emeralds came to mind. Or maybe I was hallucinating.
Footsteps rustled, sounding like a herd of cattle running in fear of getting slaughtered.
“The room reeks of puke,” Lucas said.
Suddenly, the music stopped, but not the damn song going through my head: “Follow the Yellow Brick Road.”
“Red,” Lucas barked. “Out.”
I wrapped my hand around Red’s wrist. “Not her.”
“Your lawyer is here,” Lucas announced. “I’m going to make coffee.”
Red tried to get away. “I should go.” She seemed afraid of me.
Well, I guess she should be.I was well over six feet tall, broad in the chest, with arms built to throw a football, and my hands were bigger than her two put together. Actually, she reminded me of a pixie, tiny and cute.
Lucas touched Red’s shoulder. “Haven, if you’re going to stay, can you watch him for a minute?”
Her eyes went wide, and her expression dripped of fear.
Don’t be frightened, little one.Those words sat on my tongue, but my lips were frozen or numb. I couldn’t tell.
Regardless, I repeated the name Haven in my head a few times… Or was it Heaven?
Heavy footsteps pounded on the stairs.
“Can I have my hand back?” she asked politely.
I hesitated just to see what she would do. I was a fucker. I liked to play. I studied her like I was in biology lab, working on dissecting a squid.
She stuck out her bottom lip, and my dick instantly began to harden.
Hallelujah!
That pouty expression she was sporting was making Mr. Dickwad happy.
Interesting.I hadn’t had a hard dick since before the accident two weeks ago. I’d always thought that the booze had affected me. Maybe there was hope.
I laughed out loud.
