Fear Me
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“Say, what is up with our boy?” he asked grinning.
“What do you mean?”
“He came in the locker room and threatened to break the balls of anyone who looked at you during practice.” He began cracking up when my jaw dropped in shock.
“Tell me you're joking."
“I cannot make this up.”
That must have been why number eight wouldn’t look at me when I handed him the ball that rolled over here. I just thought he was really shy. I saw Keiran watching us with an intense look on his face. His jaw was clenching in anger and he looked pissed. Is he jealous of Keenan talking to me?
I met his stare and beckoned him with my finger. He didn’t hesitate and made his made towards us from the other side of the gym. When he reached us he took my hand pulling me up and sitting in my place before seating me in his lap. I breathed in his sweaty scent and couldn’t think of anything that ever smelled better.
He was glaring at Keenan with a possessive and cocky expression. Keenan was staring back at him challengingly before he rolled his eyes and grinned. “Relax bro, I got my own.”
Keiran grunted his response before kissing on my neck and sending chills down my spine. My throat emitted a little moan before I could stop it. “You are two seconds from getting fucked hard on these bleachers if you don’t stop moving your ass all over my dick.” His voice was harsh in my ear making my eyes pop open.
Keenan was still standing in front of us watching through lowered lids and biting his lip with a curious expression on his face.
“Fuck off,” Keiran barked when he noticed Keenan staring.
“Pussy whipped motherfucker,” Keenan muttered walking off.
“That is the second guy you ran off in less than an hour. You won’t have friends anymore if you keep it up. What’s your deal anyway?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“You’re too fucking sexy.”
“You’re crazy numb nuts. No one has ever been interested in me before.”
“That you know of. I made sure of that.”
“Come again?” I looked at him as if he’d grown to heads. Sometimes I think Keiran really did have two heads with two completely different minds. One sane and one not so sane.
“Breaks over. Behave,” he ordered before walking away.
I sat there dumbfounded. I always knew Keiran’s bullying was the cause of my dateless, boyless life but I didn’t think he had a direct hand in it. He’s got some explaining to do.
My phone vibrated with a message from Willow. She sent me a cute picture of Pepé in a sailor uniform. Willow was great at designing and making clothes and wanted to get a degree in textile.
I haven’t told her yet about my night with Keiran. I was still thinking I would wake up and find it was all a dream. Did Keiran being sent to juvie bring us together or delay the inevitable? A year ago no one could pay me to believe sex between us would be even possible.
The team stopped for another water break and this time Dash approached me and sat down. He stared at me for a moment before taking a deep breath.
“Hey.” He sounded sad.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Hi.” He rubbed the back of his neck and ran a hand over his dark blonde hair roughly.
“So you and Keiran, huh?”
“We’re friends.” Jeez, what is with everyone? I wondered what his motive for talking to me was. He sat there for another minute, staring off into the distance and I could tell he was thinking.
“How is Willow doing?” he finally asked.
And there it is. “You see her every day. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“She won’t talk to me.” His nostrils flared in aggravation.
“And that bothers you?” I titled my head and studied him. He was a rich playboy and a major hottie that could have any girl he wanted yet he sat here looking almost love sick over one… My girl got game.
“More than it should.”
“Willow is phenomenal.” I stated harshly.
“I know.”
“Smart.”
“I know.”
“Loving.” He nodded.
“Crazy as hell.” He laughed.
“Beautiful with a banging body.”
“I know,” he growled, his eyes clouded over with lust.
“She’s too good for you.” I stated bluntly.
“I know.” Determination spread over his features making him appear ruthless.
“You don’t care, do you?”
“I tried but…I’d rather have her than do the right thing.”
“That’s selfish.”
“That’s life,” he retorted.
“She has feelings for you. Did you know that?” He swallowed deeply before shrugging. “I doubt she even knows it…or doesn’t want to admit it.
“I won’t hurt her.”
“So setting her up to fall for you to get back at me, didn’t hurt her?” It was a rhetorical question and he knew it because he didn’t answer. “You won’t give her what she needs either. That will hurt her so let someone else give her what she needs.”
“She’s mine.” Primal emotion took over his features and I grinned at him. He shook his head realizing the trap I led him into. He just as well admitted he had feelings for her too.
“Keiran is going to have his hands full with you,” he said, standing up.
“What do you mean?”
“He came in the locker room and threatened to break the balls of anyone who looked at you during practice.” He began cracking up when my jaw dropped in shock.
“Tell me you're joking."
“I cannot make this up.”
That must have been why number eight wouldn’t look at me when I handed him the ball that rolled over here. I just thought he was really shy. I saw Keiran watching us with an intense look on his face. His jaw was clenching in anger and he looked pissed. Is he jealous of Keenan talking to me?
I met his stare and beckoned him with my finger. He didn’t hesitate and made his made towards us from the other side of the gym. When he reached us he took my hand pulling me up and sitting in my place before seating me in his lap. I breathed in his sweaty scent and couldn’t think of anything that ever smelled better.
He was glaring at Keenan with a possessive and cocky expression. Keenan was staring back at him challengingly before he rolled his eyes and grinned. “Relax bro, I got my own.”
Keiran grunted his response before kissing on my neck and sending chills down my spine. My throat emitted a little moan before I could stop it. “You are two seconds from getting fucked hard on these bleachers if you don’t stop moving your ass all over my dick.” His voice was harsh in my ear making my eyes pop open.
Keenan was still standing in front of us watching through lowered lids and biting his lip with a curious expression on his face.
“Fuck off,” Keiran barked when he noticed Keenan staring.
“Pussy whipped motherfucker,” Keenan muttered walking off.
“That is the second guy you ran off in less than an hour. You won’t have friends anymore if you keep it up. What’s your deal anyway?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“You’re too fucking sexy.”
“You’re crazy numb nuts. No one has ever been interested in me before.”
“That you know of. I made sure of that.”
“Come again?” I looked at him as if he’d grown to heads. Sometimes I think Keiran really did have two heads with two completely different minds. One sane and one not so sane.
“Breaks over. Behave,” he ordered before walking away.
I sat there dumbfounded. I always knew Keiran’s bullying was the cause of my dateless, boyless life but I didn’t think he had a direct hand in it. He’s got some explaining to do.
My phone vibrated with a message from Willow. She sent me a cute picture of Pepé in a sailor uniform. Willow was great at designing and making clothes and wanted to get a degree in textile.
I haven’t told her yet about my night with Keiran. I was still thinking I would wake up and find it was all a dream. Did Keiran being sent to juvie bring us together or delay the inevitable? A year ago no one could pay me to believe sex between us would be even possible.
The team stopped for another water break and this time Dash approached me and sat down. He stared at me for a moment before taking a deep breath.
“Hey.” He sounded sad.
I raised an eyebrow at him. “Hi.” He rubbed the back of his neck and ran a hand over his dark blonde hair roughly.
“So you and Keiran, huh?”
“We’re friends.” Jeez, what is with everyone? I wondered what his motive for talking to me was. He sat there for another minute, staring off into the distance and I could tell he was thinking.
“How is Willow doing?” he finally asked.
And there it is. “You see her every day. Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
“She won’t talk to me.” His nostrils flared in aggravation.
“And that bothers you?” I titled my head and studied him. He was a rich playboy and a major hottie that could have any girl he wanted yet he sat here looking almost love sick over one… My girl got game.
“More than it should.”
“Willow is phenomenal.” I stated harshly.
“I know.”
“Smart.”
“I know.”
“Loving.” He nodded.
“Crazy as hell.” He laughed.
“Beautiful with a banging body.”
“I know,” he growled, his eyes clouded over with lust.
“She’s too good for you.” I stated bluntly.
“I know.” Determination spread over his features making him appear ruthless.
“You don’t care, do you?”
“I tried but…I’d rather have her than do the right thing.”
“That’s selfish.”
“That’s life,” he retorted.
“She has feelings for you. Did you know that?” He swallowed deeply before shrugging. “I doubt she even knows it…or doesn’t want to admit it.
“I won’t hurt her.”
“So setting her up to fall for you to get back at me, didn’t hurt her?” It was a rhetorical question and he knew it because he didn’t answer. “You won’t give her what she needs either. That will hurt her so let someone else give her what she needs.”
“She’s mine.” Primal emotion took over his features and I grinned at him. He shook his head realizing the trap I led him into. He just as well admitted he had feelings for her too.
“Keiran is going to have his hands full with you,” he said, standing up.
