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?”

“You’re hurt?”

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.

This girl. I swear she could argue with a tree, and, somehow, she’d still come out the winner at the end of it.

“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.”

I shouldn’t be doing this, but fuck, I really want to.

“Say the word and we’ll stop.”

“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.”

They were disgustingly cute together. It made me sick.

Man, this girl had no idea how much control she had over me.

She just allowed me to take control, and worship her the way I wanted to.

Why did all men sleep with so few pillows? It should be a crime.

I liked this. I liked us. Together.

Something deep in my gut was telling me that the knowing feeling in my chest was right.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

Any man whose presence made a woman burst into tears while shaking in fear? Scum of the fucking earth.

“Stop talking and let me kiss you for a while.”

“Just lie back and let me take care of you.”

This girl showing me her soft side? I loved it.

Sometimes a little reminder that it’s okay to let people in was all that was needed to make you realize that you weren’t alone with your feelings.

He was so jealous. And God, it was so fucking hot.

Was I in love with October? I didn’t think so. Not yet, at least.

“Now get your hands off of her before I break yours.”

“Touch. Her. Again…” I pulled back his pinky until a wail escaped his throat. “And I’ll break your arm next time. Do you understand?” The guy winced in pain, but it sounded like there were angels singing to my ears.

“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.”

“Because as much as I wanted to hate you, I’m not sure I ever really did… and I certainly don’t now,” she kissed me this time, hot and demanding. “I’m done playing games with you.”

“I’d do anything for you. Now get on your knees for me.”

“Get up. I want to fuck you in front of the mirror, baby.”

Friday night dinner was the least of my worries right now. In fact, skipping dinner and making a three-course meal out of her sounded way better than the chicken parmesan Scarlett was making tonight.