Don't Let Me Go (Don't Let Me Go #2)

by Kelsie Rae

“Theo’s gonna shit his pants.” Theo. Also known as Theodore Taylor. He might be my brother’s best friend, but he’s also LAU’s hockey captain and my arch-nemesis. Kind of. We used to be friends when we were little, but as soon as he saw me wear a dress, it was like a switch flipped, and he’s despised me ever since which, ya know, was great for a fifteen-year-old’s self-esteem.

glare back at her. “I don’t want to attract anyone. I just want to fit in and have fun without being yelled at by a certain––” “What the hell are you wearing?” Theo barks, rushing toward us on the front lawn from his porch. Speak of the freaking devil.

Thats hot

but with a possessiveness causing my breath to hitch. He’s always been this way, though.

Me to bro me too

The boy next door who happened to be my hero.

Awwwwwww

He points his finger at Burrows. “She’s my little sister, man. Keep that in mind, all right?” Burrows dips his chin. “Yeah, Colt. I got you.”

Like they’re curious what the youngest Thorne can bring to the table or if her vagina makes her weaker and less significant.

A pair of hands wrenches me away from Burrows, and before I can even register what’s happening, I’m plastered against a solid chest. It’s warmer than Burrows’. More familiar, though I’d never admit it out loud. It takes everything inside of me to stop myself from snuggling against it, but I keep my spine straight and my muscles from melting into Theo’s grasp.

“Yeah, well, you’re done.”

Yes sir.

“Yeah, I can see,” he grumbles. “Can you walk, or do I need to carry you?”

Everything hurts when it comes to Theo. My heart. My pride. My confidence.

Fuxk him!

He slams his mouth against mine. I gasp, and he shoves his tongue between my lips. It isn’t soft or sweet. It isn’t innocent. It’s freaking dirty. And selfish. Like I’m being used. Like he’s proving exactly what it’s like to

YESSSSSSSS

wind up with a hockey player instead of the sweet and caring gentleman he thinks I want. Oh, how wrong you are, Teddy.

“Funny. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s your thing. Do you have a penchant for innocent little virgins, Teddy Bear?” “Are you an innocent little virgin, Blake?” he counters. “It’s none of your business.” “When your hand is on my dick, I think it is my business.”

Wouldnt you like to know weather boy

“Now, get your ass upstairs and go to bed before I make you.”

DO IT.

“All right,” he returns, clearly unperturbed by my dismissal. “See you around, Blake.” He walks out of the PT room with a slight limp, and I watch him leave. He’s cute. Safe. I should want safe.

Does he get a book? Cause if not ill gladly be his love interest if he needs one

UNKNOWN NUMBER: So, when I leave this glowing review, do I mention the part where I couldn’t take my eyes off you, or should I focus on the way your hands felt against my leg?

“Answer me,” he pushes. I dip my chin. It’s a subtle nod at best, but my voice isn’t working. Not right now. Nope. It’s too busy catching in my throat, leaving me desperate for air. Or maybe Theo. Whichever works. “Then, whose dicks did you see?” he demands. My attention drops to his mouth, my tongue wetting my bottom lip as the memory from our kiss rises to the surface. I still can’t believe I kissed him. That he kissed me. That I’ve tasted those lips. That I know what they feel like. Hard. Demanding. Dominating. Addictive. “Answer me,” he growls. I flick my gaze up to his again. “It’s none of your business.” “I’m not playing around, Blake,” he warns.

Why is this man so hot?

He grabs my throat and angles my head up at him, demanding my full attention. I gulp but hold his gaze.

Do it again and ill cum.

He’s never touched me like this. It’s possessive. And commanding. And so freaking hot.

Valid

giving the rest of the team way too much free time to talk to Blake for my liking. You’d think she’s a shiny new toy by the way the team is surrounding her next to the bench along the side boards, but I keep my head down, forcing myself to ignore them. It doesn’t block out her light laugh, though, or the way her freckled skin heats anytime Burrows skates toward her. Fucking Burrows.

Bros in love

After being fucked up enough to kiss Blake at my place a couple months ago, it felt weird to touch anyone else. Wrong, maybe. Which is messed up on a whole other level since it’s not like I plan on making the mistake of touching Blake again.

NOOOOOI

Depp looks down at the slush on his legs, then cocks his head. “There a problem, Theo?” “You guys need to stay away from her.” Tukani laughs, his elbows on his knees and ass still resting next to the spot Blake had been sitting. “Come on, man. We were just talking––” “So, you don’t want to get in her pants?” I argue, my attention shifting from one asshole teammate to the next.

My attention shifts from one player to the next, my blood boiling in my veins at the idea of any of them touching Blakely or being her first.

“Let me make one thing clear, Austin,” I warn through clenched teeth. “You are not going to make a bet on Colt’s little sister’s virginity.”

Period

He wants to place a bet on Blake’s virginity? I’ll fucking kill him.

Awww we love to hear it

Now, if I could just stop thinking about her when she isn’t around, that’d be great.

My boys obsessed

She owned up to her long, curly red hair in elementary school when Colt and I threatened to beat the hell out of anyone who made fun of her for it.

Awwwww

My feet move on their own as if possessed by a jealous asshole as I follow her through the crowd.

When the stranger finally gets a glimpse of her, his smile widens, and he turns around to face her completely. Like she has his full attention. The same way she has mine. And Burrows’. And the whole fucking team’s. With his shoulder against the wall, he tilts his head closer to her and says something else, but the music’s too loud for me to hear. Seriously, does the girl have no boundaries? I stalk closer as she laughs and shakes her head, still unaware of my presence. It’s time I change that.

She’s so fucking…infuriating. But gorgeous too. Like a tornado. Or a storm. A tsunami, maybe.

The sarcastic little brat has her hip popped out and her tiny fist pressed against it. It’s adorable as shit and gets under my skin more than I’d like to admit, but I shake off the feeling and push her a bit more. Because seeing those green eyes flare to life? It’s like a drug. And I’m ready for my next hit.

Hes obsesed

“I liked Blake before––” “So you are,” I surmise, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. If anything, it only frustrates me more. At least the bastard has the decency to look sheepish as he squeezes the back of his neck and mutters, “It doesn’t matter.”

BURROWS WHAT THE FUCK MAN I NWAS ROOTING FOR YOU DAWG

Theo’s wandering gaze. Gathering my proverbial armor, I pop out my hip, plaster on a grin, and say, “Eyes up here, Teddy.”

“Nope. I like the freckles.” He steps closer and boops my nose with his calloused finger, turning back toward

“Purple.” With a laugh, I repeat, “Purple?” “Yeah. It’s a recent realization.

AHHHH CAUSE IT REMINDS HIM OF HER

“You want a guy who can break you, Blake,” he rasps, his voice low and gritty and shooting straight to my core. “One who grabs you by the throat and squeezes as he enters you. One who treats you like you aren’t made of glass. You’re different than other girls.”

But I never wanted to be treated like a doll. I never wanted to be put on a pedestal or looked down upon simply because I had a vagina instead of a penis. I wanted to be an equal. A rival. Someone taken seriously. Someone who could give as good as they got.

PERIOD

and Theo reaches for his other shoe when a brunette––who’s been watching the game and eye-fucking him all night long––cups her hands around her mouth and yells, “Take off your shirt!”

YEAH TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!!!!!

Not that I’ve slept with anyone since I kissed Blake a few months ago, but it’s beside the point.

“You mad at me, Blake?” I murmur, inching closer to her. She stands her ground. “Furious.” “Wanna take it out on me?”

“I asked if you’re going to fuck me, or if I need to find Burrows again. Or hell, maybe Austin will do.” I rush toward her, shoving her back against the door as the players’ names slip past her pink, pouty lips. A

“You think I’m gonna let a random guy touch you, Blake?” She rests her forehead against the closed door, her body practically humming beneath me. “I think if you’re too much of a coward to do it yourself, then yeah. I can find another guy who will fit the bill just fine.” I grip her slender waist, my fingers flexing against her supple flesh. “So, I’m just a dick to you?” My cock hardens against the swell of her ass, and it takes everything inside of me to keep from grinding it against her. “It’s exactly what you are,” she breathes out, a tremble racing down her spine. “Now, are you gonna fuck me or not? Because I won’t ask you again.”

thats why hes my man young and he fine and he tall and he so handsomw fiuck he so fine I might hold him for ransom

That’s my girl.

Fuck, is she leaving? I reach for her, my heart pounding in my chest and regret washing over me. Did I push her too far? Did I not make her feel good?

Awwwwww hes overthinking abou her

“Hands on the headboard,” I order. She grips the edge for balance but snaps, “I’m sorry, who’s in charge, here?” I nip at the inside of her thigh, and she yelps softly as I grip her ass and pull her down. Not against my mouth like I want. But close enough I know she can feel my breath against her core, using it as a reminder for how good I can make her feel if she gives me the chance. She smells fucking amazing, and I want her on my mouth. But she needs this. The control.

Every inch of her is perfection. I’m not surprised. After all, it’s Blake. She’s always been perfection. I shove that thought aside, too, determined to keep this physical and only physical. My thumb circles her clit as I watch her slit collect with moisture, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.

Her eyes are squeezed shut as her chest rises and falls, taking every slow, deliberate thrust while meeting it with her own. I push away the hair clinging to her damp forehead and cup her cheek while continuing our pace. “Look at me, Blake.” “Let me enjoy––” “Now.” I smack the outside of her thigh just beneath her ass. Her eyes snap open, and her lips part on a moan as she looks up at me, her stare glazed with surprise. “You’re with me, Blake. Not some random dick. Not Burrows or Austin or fucking Tukani. Me.” Her hair is wild, splayed across the bare mattress like a halo of fire as she touches my cheek and whispers, “You.”

Yessssss

Screw him. My only saving grace is Blake is holed up in Russ’s office, or I’d be even more pissed at the way he's talking about her. Like she’s a thing. An object. Something to be conquered. Taken. Used.

Pissed-off Theo is not for the faint of heart. I definitely prefer my Teddy Bear.

Thats thw cringeiest thing ive ever heard why am I smiling

“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me how I can fix this. Because seeing you all torn up inside? Seeing how you refuse to look at me or answer my texts? It’s killing me, Blake.”