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Water splashes and I turn, watching Rachel’s head pop up from the water, her hair clinging to her face. She tilts her head back, moving the soaked locks away from her eyes before turning towards me, our gazes locking. She smiles as she swims towards me, stopping and running her hands along my shoulders and arms.
“I thought you could use some company,” she says, stroking my hair away from my chin. She strokes the side of my face and I lean into her touch, closing my eyes and wishing she could always be there, wishing she would never let me go.
But I know, that’s not the case.
People say they will be there, but it’s always a lie. Eventually they leave one way or another.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she says and my eyes snap open, narrowing on her.
“I’m not embarrassed,” I say, which is pretty much a lie. I do feel embarrassed about my actions, yet admitting it makes me feel weak, inferior. I’m Hunter. I’m a football star for Aurora University. I don’t get embarrassed. Getting trashed and acting like an idiot just came with the job.
She frowns, her fingers sliding away from my hair and stroking my shoulders. Her fingers focus on my bad side, stroking and pressing against the muscle. I grab her fingers before she presses any deeper and place them against my chest.
“How has physical therapy been?” She asks to my chest.
I close my eyes, knowing she already knew the answer. “I haven’t been going.”
“Why?”
I shrug, hoping I seem casual and unfazed. “I don’t need it.”
I lean forward until I feel her head against mine, pressing my forehead against her wet hair and nuzzling her. My hands wrap around her, pulling her closer to me and my cock twitches when her legs wrap around me and I feel her womanhood pressing against my tip.
Yes. This is exactly what I need. I don’t need to talk about my feelings. I don’t need to worry about the painkillers and the physical therapy appointments I haven’t been going to. I don’t need to worry about my useless father or my dying mother.
I just need a good, hard fuck.
My eyes flutter open and I see she’s looking up at me, her eyebrows furrowed in worry. She opens her mouth as if to say something, but before she can I seize her lips, instantly deepening the kiss by pressing my tongue against hers. I hear her little gasp in shock, feel her legs tighten around me. My hands stroke her back, her arms, before cupping her ass and grinding myself against her.
Her head tilts back and I break the kiss, mouthing a path down her neck and grazing my teeth against her nape. She shudders and her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Hunter,” she breathes and I growl, sliding my dick against her clit as I search for her entrance. “Hunter.” She taps my shoulders, her legs tightening for a moment before moving away from my hips.
I groan, trying to bring her back to me, my hips thrusting and jabbing into her thigh. “Rachel, please,” I whisper against her lips.
“Hunter, wait,” she says, patting my shoulder and pushing me away.
I lean against the pool wall, my arms lying on the edge. I don’t know why but my eyes brim with unshed tears. My heart twinges, as if it's shattering into a million pieces. Doesn’t she know I need her right now? I need to feel something. I feel so unbelievably alone and broken and I feel like I’m stuck in limbo, not knowing where to go, what to do.
I’m a man. I shouldn’t be feeling this way. I shouldn’t be on the verge of tears, about to explode in front of a girl.
“Hunter, why don’t you talk to me?” Rachel slowly swims towards me. “Tell me what’s going on. Obviously something's wrong.”
I sniff, wiping away the unshed tears. I grind my teeth against a sob, threatening to escape, instead forcing myself to laugh. “Nothing’s wrong,” I say, my voice cracking.
“I don’t believe you.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine.”
Rachel sighs. “Stop fighting me. Tell me what’s wrong, Hunter. Maybe I can help.”
I scoff, shaking my head. “Like you could help me.”
Rachel touches my shoulder and I turn to her, meeting her pitiful gaze. “Is it your shoulder?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I splash water in her face and quickly shove my body out of the pool, running through the veranda. “No it’s not my fucking shoulder!” I shout, not bother to look back as I slam the door open.
I grab a blanket lying on the couch and throw it over me, ignoring the wide gazes of Lucas and Seth.
