Page 8 of Twisted Heathens
The girl flickers through my mind again. Brooklyn. Long legs, pin straight blonde hair and wide, dead eyes. What is it about her that sets me on edge so badly? I normally don’t give a shit about anyone beyond the guys.
“We got a new arrival. She gave quite the impression.”
The sound of gunfire and racing engines halts as Phoenix abruptly pauses the game. “A girl? She hot?”
“I guess. From some place called Clearview.”
The hand tangled in my hair suddenly freezes. I meet Eli’s widened eyes. Crap, that’s where I’ve heard that name before. Naturally I checked these guys’ files when we became friends. I’m a control freak sometimes. Well, all of the time.
“Sorry man,” I mutter.
He simply shakes his head, hand retreating and returning to the essay as he burrows deeper into the hoodie to escape. I put my foot right in it there like a complete moron.
Phoenix smirks. “You don’t normally notice things like that.”
“Like what?”
“Whether a girl is hot or not.”
Rolling my eyes, I loosen my tie and pop a few shirt buttons. “Shut up, Nix. It’s just an observation.”
“Sounds like you observed her very… enthusiastically.”
After removing my dress shoe, I launch it across the room. The resultant yelp of pain makes me smile. “She’s nothing. Let’s talk about something else, yeah?”
Phoenix grumbles in agreement, tossing the shoe aside and rubbing his head. I slide my phone from my pocket, checking to see if Hudson has returned my calls yet. Of course not.
“You seen Hud today?”
“Last I saw him, he was off to screw Britt again.”
What the hell is he playing at? Just the idea of that bitch touching me is revolting. There isn’t a guy in Blackwood that she hasn’t tried it on with at least once.
“Fine. I’m going to take a shower,” I state.
“Don’t take too long. We’re playing football with Rio in half an hour.”
“Do we have to? He’s a dick.”
“Agreed, but I owe him for those beers and cigarettes. We’ve got to play.”
Heading to the shared bathroom, I slam the door. I can’t stand Rio and his idiotic entourage. All those jocks drive me insane. Like it’s somehow a requirement to be an air-headed asshole. Doesn’t take much to be a decent human being these days.
Ditching my glasses and clothing, I step into the shower, turning the heat up to max. Tension thrums beneath my skin. Brooklyn’s snark is what put me in this foul mood. No one talks to me like that around here, most view me as untouchable. I’m the only one that is allowed to work in the office. The position grants me a level of respect and immunity.
The way she breezed straight past that, fuck if it didn’t turn me on a little. I’ve got to get a grip. No attachments, no distractions. That was the deal. I’m here for one reason and one reason only. Nothing is allowed to distract me from that.
Her empty, lifeless eyes enter my mind again. The look of ashamed anger on her face as that creep had his hands all over her. Her sharp tongue hitting right back, despite the tell-tale tremble in her body. Goddammit, that was a pretty sight to behold.
My hand wraps around my hard cock. I don’t get schoolyard crushes like some lovesick teenager. Yet all I want is to bang on her door until she answers, take her in my arms, and steal away the look of despair that is so clearly cemented in her eyes.
Resting my other hand against the wall, I work my shaft almost angrily, frustrated by my own irrational desire. I imagine the baggy sweater falling from her body, creamy white skin revealed. Kissing my way up her stomach, chest, neck. Lips meeting, she’s gasping into my mouth as I touch her where she wants it. Not where that guy forced himself. It’s not long before I’m groaning out my release.
She’s just the newbie. That’s all this is. I’ll soon forget about her, she’ll melt into the background like the rest of the screw-ups in this place. Insignificant and unimportant. Nobody holds my attention for long, not around here.
Eighteen more months. Damn, it can’t go quick enough.
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