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“The world’s perception of you exists only in memories. Give them new ones.” — Atticus
Though, with his nearly-black hair and those ice blue eyes, he gives off more of a Damon Salvatore vibe. Yet as sexy as it might be, it doesn’t mean I want to play vampire.
Shoot…move over then, I do.
“Fuck, this is a pretty sight,” I mutter, my hips giving small thrusts every time his mouth descends over my length. “Had I known this was the best way to get you to shut up, I would have suggested it years ago.”
The ragged sound of my panting and the wet, sloppy noises Quinton makes while keeping up with what I’m feeding him bounce off the walls, serving as the soundtrack to a filthy fantasy I never knew I had. And it’s fucking perfect.
But the knowledge he lacks when it comes to hockey, he makes up for with knowing me. My life, my history, my family. Hell, Hayes is my family more than the two people who brought me into this world.
Athletes are a rare sort of breed.
That’s for sure. 😂
The two of us together is probably equivalent to throwing a ticking time bomb down on center ice and expecting it not to blow the whole arena to smithereens.
And from the look on his face, I can tell I’m not the only one being scorched alive.
“Just make sure you don’t go falling in love with me.” I scoff. “A little hard when I’m already in hate with you.” “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
Either way, the anticipation is higher than a pothead on 420.
Because this is it. What I’ve been waiting for. What I’ve been fucking craving since the bathroom at the party. Him, giving in to me and this chemistry he denied us having.
He’s not making it easy on me, though, and as we fight for dominance over each other—starting with whose tongue is in the other’s mouth—I’m quickly realizing I might’ve met my match.
I feel like I could kiss the hatred right out of him.
Whatever he’ll let me have, I’ll lap up greedily and probably come back asking the asshole for more.
“If that didn’t make my answer obvious, I’m okay with kissing,” he pants against my lips. “So fucking okay with it.”
I can’t remember a time where I wanted anyone as much as I want Quinton right now.
I guess it’s more than just the sex that’s addictive. He is too.
It’s not like we’re fucking it out right here on the rink. It’s a kiss. One I couldn’t not steal while the opportunity presented itself. And if any of them knew Quinton de Haas the way I’m starting to, they’d understand exactly why.
It was just…a moment. The kind that presents itself and you just can’t help but take it. All of me wants this to be one too.
“What happened to the rules?” He licks the water dripping off his parted lips. “Fuck ‘em.”
Jesus, I’m such a slut for this guy’s dick, it’s insane. And there’s one sentence I never once saw myself thinking, but here we are.
“Then maybe you should kiss me.” I can’t stop the way my heart ratchets in my chest when he kisses me instead.
That’s college for you. Cramming as much crap in our brains as humanly possible before tossing us out into the world to be functioning members of society.
Truth.
Somewhere between the night in the frat house bathroom and right now, the lines got blurred. For me, at least. Because what we’re doing doesn’t make sense in my head anymore. I’m helpless to stop it though.
“I never wanted for anything.” Except, from the way he says it, there’s one thing he did want. Desperately, it seems. Love. And it breaks my fucking heart to pieces.
I love when he isn’t shy about taking what he needs from me to feel good. I love a lot of things about Quinn, actually, but it’s gotta be one of my favorites.
Fucking hell. I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.
I love him. Three words, as simple as they might be, complicate everything the second my brain thinks them. Because now that I’ve made this realization…I can’t unknow it. I can’t pretend all the secrets and stolen moments don’t mean anything to me anymore. As problematic as it is, they mean fucking everything.
But I had to stop us if there’s any chance of this going how I want to tonight. Which is something I didn’t know I even wanted until right now. Epiphanies are a funny thing.
But the problem about loving the very thing you hate is it destroys you to hurt it in return.
I can’t look at him, because all I see when I do is everything I’ve been missing in my life being snatched away from me with one, thoughtless choice.
Each one of them flows from me as his mouth devours mine, once again taking things that don’t belong to him. Pleading with me to stop and think and listen to the things his heart speaks to mine. But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Hit me. Hurt me. Get your payback. Your revenge. I don’t care what you do or how you do it, but please, do something. Fucking anything is better than this.” My throat feels raw and shredded from shards of glass as I repeat the words he said the day he flipped my world on axis. “Fight me, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”
“But once this all started between us, I also realized I wanted someone who would laugh at me. Or with me, it didn’t matter which. Someone to challenge me to be better. Who would drag me through the stacks and have his way with me. Who would tell me he couldn’t stand me and then kiss me all in the same breath.”
I might’ve kept a massive secret from him about this whole shit with Braxton and his drug test, but to hell if I’m gonna keep how I feel about him to myself. He’s in every beat of my heart. And he deserves to know that.
I hug him more, tighter and closer than I have in weeks. And it’s the first time in those weeks I’ve actually felt…whole. What the fuck is that except— “I love you too,” I say, bringing my mouth to his ear. “I love you so fucking much.”
