The Red Zone (The League, #2)

by Meg Reading

I wasn’t one to call people profane names often… but what a fucking bitch.

“I’d rather be trapped at the bottom of the ocean without an oxygen tank.” “Why suffocate down there when you could suffocate on my cock instead?”

Man, I hated to admit how good she looked wearing my shoes… and there she was in my head again. This girl was going to be the death of me, I swear.

“You can continue making me the villain in your story all you want, but you’re done being the villain in mine.”

Now, what I hadn’t planned for was the surge of jealousy at her mentioning another person taking my place.

“You know my brain inside and out. In the span of a minute, you can make me feel a rainbow of emotions. You know exactly what makes me tick. You can read my facial expressions like you memorized them a thousand lifetimes ago. So, while you might not know my favorite color or how I take my coffee… you know me. Far better than I’d like to admit.” “Blue.” “What?” “Your favorite color is blue. Light blue to be specific. And you don’t drink coffee, you drink tea. Ginger tea twice in the morning and chamomile once at night. If neither of those are available then you’ll settle for green.”

“It’s brand new… I wouldn’t give you a jersey someone else has worn. You deserve better than that.”

“You’re gorgeous, Mae. More gorgeous than my thoughts from the last seven years led me to believe.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip slowly as he looked me up and down. “Like it or not, I’ll never apologize for admiring how beautiful you are.”

Such a fucking good girl. I knew she could take more.

Remember when I said this girl was going to be the death of me? Well, I had a feeling seeing her like this was enough to put me six feet under.

“We’re done for the night, baby. Let me clean you up.”

I narrowed my eyes at him as he scarfed down another bite. “Don’t be smug. I’m allergic to assholes before 9 a.m.” “Yeah, I don’t blame you. Most people aren’t into anal this early in the morning.”

“I didn’t like seeing that guy’s hand on you. He was toying around with you like some kind of fuck toy. Not only was it disgusting, but I’m not exactly the biggest fan of other people trying to flirt with you either.”

The guy winced in pain, but it sounded like there were angels singing to my ears. Turning to Mae my words came out through rugged breaths. “You okay?” “Oh, my god. I’m so wet right now,” she blurted out in response.

“You’re mine. Do you understand that?” I leaned in, sealing my words with a kiss. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I never stop thinking about you. Even when we lived a thousand miles apart and I hadn’t seen you in seven years, you consumed my thoughts more than I’d like to admit. Don’t you get that?” Mae gulped. “For a long time, I hated that I wanted you. I hated that you drove me fucking crazy, taking up space in my head at all hours of the day. I hated that when you joked about not sleeping in my bed tonight, the first thought I had was how awful my day would be tomorrow because I wouldn’t get to wake up next to you.”