Page 5 of Undeniable
My name on her lips sounded like a prayer and one that I would give a million bucks to hear when she was losing her inhibitions while I was inside her. Now, that would be the best birthday present ever. But she didn’t strike me as a touchdown bunny—easy and looking for a good fuck.
Get your damn mind out of the gutter, asshole.
“Did you hear me?” she asked. “Am I special or something? Or do you give special attention to all your women?”
Only those who’ve grabbed me by the balls—in a good way, of course.
“I’ve never met anyone who was allergic to chlorine.” My brain kicked into gear. “I guess pools are off-limits to you then.”
“Duh,” she replied with a soft giggle.
I stood to my full height and created distance between us. I felt this strange twist in my chest. One that I hadn’t had since I was sixteen and saw Natalia Reyes for the first time walking into Algebra—onyx hair, wide brown eyes, the kind that messed with a guy’s heart.
“And your name is?” If she didn’t tell me, I might die.
I went over to the cabinet where the late Mrs. James, Ryker’s mom, had kept all the medicinal products.
“That will cost you,” she said in a playful tone.
“I’ll pay anything,” I tossed over my shoulder.
“Careful, Hellion, you might not like my answer.”
Well, now. This beauty knew my nickname the team had given me in my sophomore year for how fast I tore down the field with the ball in my hand.
I found the Benadryl and witch hazel, grabbed the paper towels off the counter, and returned to her. “Do you follow football?” I dragged a chair closer to her and set both on the table.
“Nope. I’m not a groupie.” She gave me the impression she didn’t like football players.
We did have a stigma attached to us. Women every night. Partying until we puked. And big egos. I couldn’t argue about the women who were eager to fuck a football player. Though, despite the rumors I’d heard about me, I didn’t have a different girl in my bed every night.
She scratched the rash reddening on her arm, her forehead creasing.
I doused a paper towel with the witch hazel, shaking off the temptation to kiss her heart-shaped lips. “Give me your arm. The witch hazel will help until you take the Benadryl and it kicks in.”
She held out her arm. “Do you live here?”
“Ryker and I have been friends since elementary school. If I wasn’t at my house, I was here. His late mother kept the medicine handy and accessible in case she needed to patch up a cut or bruise.”
“That plane crash was tragic,” she said in a sad tone.
Practically the entire campus had attended the funeral last fall. If someone hadn’t heard about Ryker losing his family, they were living under a rock. After all, Ryker was the star quarterback, and news about the deaths of his parents, brother, and sister had gone viral across the country.
“This is our last party here. Ryker’s aunt is moving in next week, so he’ll be rooming with me at my place close to campus.” I dabbed the witch hazel on her rash.
She sighed. “That feels good.”
I knew something else that would feel good—me and her naked.
The sliding door opened, and Ryker sauntered in, gray eyes appraising the scene. If I knew him, he thought I was feeling up this beautiful goddess.
Following on his heels were Erik and a strawberry blonde who I would bet Erik had already had his way with.
“Mazzie,” the blonde said with a blinding smile. “I have your purse.”
Mazzie? I wondered if that was short for something.
“Lucas got me Benadryl.” She opened the bottle and popped two tablets without water.
