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Stone started calling me Sticks the first time I moved into Evan’s house before being thrust back with my father for a short time.
My father and Stone are both going to put big, red targets on my back for this.
But it really has nothing to do with being ballsy and everything to do with simply surviving.
There have been whispers of drafting me in June. Signing on with a professional team will set me up for life.
It’s all I need. It’s all I care about.
Doing something to jeopardize that would be laughable.
Only a few months until graduation. I just have to pray that the NHL doesn’t catch wind of this or else my whole future will be derailed. And if it is, I’ll have no one to blame but Wren Davis.
As soon as I’m out of the city limits, my singing gets louder. I’ve got a terrible voice, but it doesn’t stop me from belting along to the classics.
Nirvana and Blue Oyster Cult. You can’t tell me ‘Burnin’ For You’ isn’t the best fucking song on earth.
I lean back and smile at her. “I’m moving in, Sticks. Welcome to Hell.”
The one person who should be worrying is Stone. I know how to rise to a challenge and play games. And he should know better than anyone that I can play dirty.
So much for those “science experiments” my dad and I bonded over years ago. He’s been grooming me for ages.
My mind keeps drifting back to Wren, though. Stupid fucking Wren with her soft, dark hair and big hazel eyes. Her tiny body wrapped up in my arms, not anyone else’s. Wait.
I’ve kissed girls before. But tell me why my breathing stops as soon as our mouths are on each other? Tell me why my heart fucking skips? And most of all, tell me why Wren Davis kisses me back?
We used tongue. That’s going to keep me fucked up for a long time.
“And would someone so self-centered sleep three feet from you every night in case you start screaming and wake the whole neighborhood?”
“You really fucked me up by kissing me.” Her eyes narrow. “So this is just me repaying the favor.”
I’m shocked into stillness when Wren kisses me. I can’t even reciprocate. I’m just… She just…
“An orgasm a day keeps the nightmares away.”
“I started a rumor, and it’s biting me in the ass. This is me trying to fix it. I’m…” He lowers his voice so much that I hardly hear him. “I’m trying to protect you.”
“Look at my eyes, baby.”
And when she registers me, she doesn’t push me away. No, she fucking drags me closer. She winds her arms around my neck and buries her face in my shirt, hiding herself. My heart cracks.
She was in here fighting for her life in her dreams. Alone.
“Are you propositioning me, baby?” She bites her lip to hide her smile and slowly nods. Oh, fuck. I’m a goner—and judging by the glimmer in her gaze, we both know it.
Sleep used to be a way to shut everything down, to hide, but I can’t seem to use it as a pause in reality any longer.
But at least when I’m awake, I can pretend that Stone Foster will protect me from all the bad in my life,
He’s like the Grim Reaper, sucking up my soul, and I’m willing to give it to him.
“Does it turn you on knowing the power you have over me, Sticks? I can’t fucking resist you.”
His mouth against my skin is like the devil worshiping me, and I’m in a daze.
“I want to watch you come for me before I fuck you so hard you come faster than you ever have before, baby.”
“I’ll want every single fucking part of you.”
“Sleep,” Stone whispers from somewhere close by. I inhale the scent of his pillow and submit to the warmth of his blankets when he drapes them over my bare skin. “I’m here, and I’m not leaving, Sticks.”
“I never thought I’d see the day that you, Stone Foster, would put someone else before yourself.”
“You taste so good, baby. I’m never going to need another meal again as long as you keep your cunt wet for me.”
My obsessive infatuation with Wren is fine. It’s not out of control. It’s not taking over my life. I’m not constantly thinking about her.
“I think hating me is her love language.
“But just a warning, that man is obsessed with you.”
“You’re mine, Wren Davis. What more do I need to do to prove it? Fuck you in front of Evan? Get my name tattooed on your skin?” I cup her jaw, forcing her head up. “Or your name on me? Now that sounds tempting…”
Catching feelings for my best friend’s sister wasn’t on my to-do list, and yet… I mean, I declared her mine. To her. In a storage closet.
It’s an obsession. An unhealthy one. I watch her on the cameras. I follow her around school.
I say I hate him every other day, but I also find myself thinking about him in every empty space within my thoughts.
It’s a sickness, and it’s not one that I want a cure for.
“Baby, I’m fucking obsessed with you.” His deep voice is hot. “I can’t sleep if you’re not beside me. I can’t eat if you’re at work and I’m not sitting there in a booth, watching your hips sway with your tray. Even during my practices and games, if I don’t know where you are at all times, I fuck up and nearly fall on the ice.”
“No, baby,” Stone growls. “You have no idea what I’m capable of. Especially when it comes to you.”
I know in my bones I want to do more than just make her choke on my dick. I want to marry her too.
She’s going to be the death of me. And I think I love her for it.
I hate him. I hate him so much, and I think it’s because I love him. “Fucking finally.”
Stone and I are always neck and neck. Insult to insult.
“I love it when you hate me.”
I don’t hate him. I wish I did, but I don’t.
