Page 100 of Broken Saint

I’m not exactly surprised. I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.

I don’t take women out on dates and try to be a decent guy.

I take them…wherever I can get them to take the pleasure and release I’m seeking before sending them on their way and forgetting it even happened.

But walking away and forgetting are the last things I want to do right now.

Before I’m even aware I’ve made the decision, I’m out of my seat and marching after her.

There’s no fucking way I’m letting her run when she’s feeling vulnerable.

I probably shouldn’t have teased her about being jealous, but I could see it darkening her eyes.

I loved it.

Back in college, seeing how she felt about me used to fucking terrify me.

But now…I’m obsessed.

I want her to look at me like I’m the most important person in her life. I want to see that “I need you now and I don’t know how to hold back” look she still gives me every time I glance over.

I never wanted to affect a woman past giving them pleasure, but what Ella gives me? Fuck. It’s everything.

It makes me feel worthwhile.

The only other place I feel like I truly belong is on the field. When I’m there with my team around me, I know I’m exactly where I should be.

But when the season ends and I lose that certainty in my life, it’s a little like being cast out into the ocean.

Sure, I have my friends, Dad and West. But there was always a hole. And I didn’t appreciate just how fucking big it was until Ella stepped back into my life.

My long stride catches up to her quickly, and I catch the door to the ladies’ room just before it closes. Pressing my palm against the walnut-colored door, I open it and silently follow her.

She’s standing just inside the door with her palms resting on a countertop as if it stopped her from falling.

My brows pinch as unease rushes through me.

Was she really running that fast?

Her shoulders drop as she blows out a long, slow breath. It must help whatever’s going on in her head, because she finds the courage to look up at the mirror hanging on the wall before her. And when she does, her eyes immediately lock onto mine.

Her breath catches, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, but I don’t give her time to react in any other way.

Wrapping my fingers around her upper arm, I gently spin her around and push her back against the wall.

“You ran from me,” I state, my voice nothing but a deep, raspy growl.

“Colt,” she sighs. “You’re just…” She trails off, but I don’t give her an easy way out by filling the void.

I might have once, but that’s not how we’re doing things anymore.

“I’m just…?” I prompt, lifting a brow.

We’re so close that our breaths mingle and her breasts almost brush my chest with every inhale.

The temptation to lean forward and claim her lips is strong, but I need her words first.

“You’re a lot, Colt. All of this…” she says, waving her hand between us. “It’s a lot.”