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There aren’t many things that make me weak. Not when I’ve spent a lifetime building a wall around anything that could hurt me. But Ma? She’s the softest spot I have. I’d burn down the world for her. Starting with my father, if that’s what it took.
Maisie has always been my safe place to land. She’s the one who keeps all my secrets and is honest even when it hurts. She tells me when I’m wrong and would defend me with her dying breath, even if I was wrong. We’ve always had each other’s backs, and now that we’re at OU and roommates, I can’t imagine what my college experience would be like if I didn’t have my best friend with me. Certainly less exciting.
“Everyone knows who she is. She’s little miss perfect. On the dean’s list, the honor society, president of the Social Club
He’s… hot. Completely objectively speaking. But I’m pretty sure I’ve heard somewhere that Satan was the most attractive, charming angel there was when he fell from the heavens, so this checks.
If she didn’t drive me fucking crazy, I’d entertain the idea of sinking my teeth into her plump little cheeks before I fisted them both in my hands and spread her open, watching how wet she gets from hating me.
“Oh, look who’s here.” Smirking, I grab a handful of pucks from my bag, then get my stick from beside me and step out onto the ice. “Miss me?” “In your dreams,” she retorts, words heavily laced with disdain. “Mmm. The funny thing is…”
“You’re right. You’re in a lot of my dreams, Golden Girl. Wanna hear about ’em?” Her breath catches, and her mouth falls open, eyes widened as she stares up at me. “You’re much nicer in them, especially when you’re bent over with your lips wrapped around my di—”
That sweetens the pot some, but… what Princess doesn’t realize is I don’t even need her ice time to agree to this because the in I needed to get with her father and exact the revenge I deserve? It’s her. She just played right into my waiting hands, and she has absolutely no fucking clue.
Here’s Rousseau’s daughter on a silver fucking platter. The perfect little innocent virgin, ripe for me to corrupt. And once I do, I’ll make sure he knows all about it. Knows that because of his fucked up decisions I fucked with his daughter. But in order to do that, I’d have to get closer to her. To seduce her. Hard to do when she spends all of her time hating me.
He fucked with my family, so I’m going to ruin his.
“Fighting is my favorite foreplay, Golden Girl. Just so you know. Keep insulting me. It makes my dick hard.”
“Sorry, it’s exhausting being in your presence.” “Yeah, I hear that a lot. Specifically, after you spend the night bouncing on my co—”
Ma used to be different. Happier, lighter, even though I was so young I can hardly remember those days. The days before everything went to shit and my life wasn’t as fucked-up as it is now. Back when Ma used to smile and laugh. I miss her laugh. If there’s any good inside me… it’s because of her and only her.
That’s what I can thank Edward Rousseau for. He’s the catalyst that set my fucked-up life into motion. If it wasn’t for him, my dad never would’ve fallen from that scaffold. He never would’ve gotten addicted to the pain pills the doctor prescribed him, and he wouldn’t have added alcohol into it. Abuse.
Saint Devereaux is the forbidden fruit. The very thing that tempted Eve in the garden, and I wonder, would he be as deadly as I imagine?
“Don’t forget, Golden Girl, that you’re mine to kiss… touch… whatever I want. Even if it’s just for show.”
“Oh… I drive a vintage Indian classic motorcycle. I restored it myself at the auto shop I work at,” Saint says, his grin proud. “But don’t worry, my girl has her very own helmet. Safety first.” He pats me gently on the top of my head, like I’m a cute little toddler.
“It’s totally fine. He drives very slowly,” I say with a bright smile, my voice an octave higher. “Yep. Very slow, and Lennon knows how to ride. She’s a natural,”
“Mmmm. She’s feisty today,” he chides. “Careful, Golden Girl. You know how much I love when you get an attitude.”
It’s a shame since she’s only meant to be a pawn in a game that’s far bigger than her. But that just means I’m going to enjoy every second I get until I finally win.
“I’m staring because you look good enough to fucking eat, and all I can think about is laying you down right here on this ice, flipping up that little fucking skirt, and seeing just how good your sweet little pussy tastes.”
“Don’t worry, Golden Girl. I’m not going to tell anyone how wet you got with my dirty, filthy hands all over you.” My eyes dart to his in panic. “How would you even…”
It hits me that I’ve never seen a real smile from him, not like this. I’ve seen him with shit-eating smirks, cocky grins, crooked smiles after he says something that makes my cheeks feel like they’re on fire. But this smile… God, it’s blinding, lighting up the room, and I’m transfixed. I can’t stop staring. I don’t want to take my eyes off him for even a second for fear that I’ll miss it.
I never thought I’d like freckles, but here I am, wanting to count them like a psychopath.
“Never have I ever kissed someone in an elevator.” His low, raspy words suck the rest of the air out of the room, specifically from my lungs. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss the girl who’s driving me fucking insane with how badly I want my lips on hers in a broken elevator where she looks so goddamn beautiful I feel like I can’t even breathe.”
“That’s just because there’s no air-conditioning.” My words are breathless. His lips twitch. “No. It’s you.”
Bennett Legros adds Saint Devereaux to Boy Gang chat. Saint Devereaux has left the chat. Bennett Legros adds Saint Devereaux to Boy Gang chat. Bennett Legros: Let us love you, goddamnit Saint: Stop adding me to this shit Legros. I see enough of you fucks on the ice.
Bennett Legros: We’re not giving up. You’re going to be part of our boy gang. Saint: Did you… just refer to yourselves as a… BOY gang? Bennett Legros: It is, ain’t it? Bennett: You’re in right? Bennett: Saint? Tyler: Sigh.
“If you wanted my dick, all you had to do was ask.”
“You haven’t even begun to see the things I can do with my mouth.” Oh my God. Before I can even form a rational thought to respond, he adds, “But if you ask nicely, maybe I’ll show you.”
“Is that… Is it…” Her words trail off, and I chuckle. “Is my cock pierced? Yeah, Golden Girl. It is.”
“If you ever want to find out how good it’ll feel inside of you, let me know,”
“Be my Golden Girl and come on my cock.”
“I’m going to bring you some of my favorite strawberry beignets as a thank-you, and I am not taking no for an answer. They’re from the bakery up the road, Ever After, and they are to die for.”
“She’s a good one, boy. You better take care of her.” “We’re no—” I start, but he brushes past me, calling out, “Night, y’all.” Damn old man.
don’t know why I offered or what the hell I’m thinking in the first place, but having her here while I work isn’t the worst thing. Might pass the time faster. Or maybe I say it because I just want her to be here. The revelation of that washes over me in a wave of unexpectedness.
“Ew. Saint, what the hell? God, that’s worse than double-dipping!” I screech, attempting to snatch it back.
“Pretty sure we’re past that, yeah?” he rasps. “Or did I just dream about you sucking my cum off my fingers?”
I see him more clearly than I ever have before, and it’s both terrifying and overwhelming. I see the Saint who colored superheroes with a sick little boy in a hospital simply because he asked him to. I see the Saint who works his ass off every week on the ice just to be the best he can be. I see the Saint who gives his rare, real laugh when he’s ribbing the old mechanic he clearly loves and respects. I see the version of him that he hides from the world, and I want to reach out and hold on to it. Savor it.
GOLDEN GIRL: I blame you for my pizza burrito addiction. GOLDEN GIRL: I can’t stop thinking about it. SAINT: And here I thought you were going to say you couldn’t stop thinking about the locker room. Guess I need to step my game up. GOLDEN GIRL: That was… memorable. Just not as much as that delicious burrito. SAINT: We’ll see about that, Golden Girl.
“I do know you,” I murmur. “I know that you’re angry right now, and there’s so much adrenaline pumping through your veins that it feels like you’re burning up.” A beat passes between us, and then he nods, pupils darkening. “So… let me make it better, Saint.” I’m trembling as I slide out of his lap and drop to my knees between his legs, peering up at him. “Use me.”
There’s nothing more in the fucking world that would make me feel better than to finally get to taste her come on my tongue, feel her squeezing my fingers like the greedy girl I know she’ll be.
“There’s not a chance in fucking hell that I’m not going to want to drown in you, Golden Girl.” To drive the point home, I drag my nose along her pussy, inhaling. “Trust me. I’m about to come in my pants just smelling you.”
“Relax, and let me show you how much I like this. How much I want every drop of cum on my tongue. I want to still be tasting you for days, Lennon.”
Instead, she’s front and center, taking up all the space there is, and it feels… substantial, in ways I don’t even fucking understand. But I think I’m beginning to.
Slowly, he sinks down to his knees. His arms slip around my waist, his big body draping over my lap as he buries his face into my stomach.
“Why did you come here, Saint?” “I didn’t know where else to go.” It’s a whisper, his voice rough and uneven as he pauses, holding my gaze. “You’re the only thing in my life that feels right anymore.”
Lennon’s become the only safe space I’ve ever had in my life. She’s trusted me, listened to me, seen me for who I am. She’s the only person who’s witnessed all the ugly, broken, fucked-up parts of me and stayed anyway. And she didn’t just stay; she pulled me closer.
As my entire fucking life was imploding around me, all I wanted was her. If I were going to break, I wanted it to be with her, wanted her to pick up the jagged pieces.
I think I was always going to come to you; I just didn’t realize it until I was halfway here. I needed you, Lennon. Fuck… I just needed to see you, to touch you. I knew I’d be okay if I could just get to you.”
