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Shit.
I should have known I was going to get this absolutely destroyed. I just wanted Hunter to see I was out there supporting him.
“Hey, don’t worry,” says Alex.
My gaze lifts to him and I gasp, watching as he takes off his shirt and hands it to me. I barely regard the shirt, my attention fascinated by his body. There isn’t an ounce of fat on him. His body glistens under the sun, his washboard abs watching me. How is it possible he has this kind of body underneath this silly little shirt he’s holding out to me.
“Rachel?” he asks, shaking the shirt at me.
I shake my head and snatch the garment from his outstretch hand. Turning away from him, I can feel my blush from the tips of my toes all the way up to my ears. Oh, my God, what is wrong with me? I was just checking out another man in front of my boyfriends. I was just checking out Alex Goode, Seth’s number one rival.
I’m obviously asking for trouble.
11
ALEX
IwatchRacheltugoff her jersey. Her back is facing me, her shoulders slumped while she drops her stained shirt into the grass and quickly tugs on mine. I can’t help but recall the way she stared at me. Her gaze had been glued to my impeccable form, running over me as if she wanted to slide her hands up and down my chest. If we weren’t surrounded by a crowd of people, I would probably let her.
Actually, to hell with the people, I would let her do it here and now. Even with Lucas and Seth watching me.
I grind my teeth, hating myself for responding this way to just a simple heated gaze. Women have always looked at me like that; they’ve always enjoyed looking at me, touching me. However, something draws me to Rachel, and it’s more than just her beauty. It’s her charm, her passion, the fact that she’s one of the most intelligent and driven girls I have ever been around. She’s so much more than the others I’ve met.
And she’s dating my friend.
“Are we playing, or what?” Seth shouts at us, his hands on his hips. Although, he’s not looking at me. There’s a softness in his gaze as he watches Rachel put on my shirt. I notice worry in his eyes.
Why is he worried?
Why does he look at her like that when she’s Lucas’s girlfriend?
I glance at Lucas, wondering if he’s noticing the way Seth is staring at Rachel. However, Lucas isn’t watching Seth. His attentions are also tied to Rachel, appearing worried as well as he nibbles on his bottom lip with his arms crossed in front of him.
Seriously, what am I missing here?
“Sorry,” says Rachel while turning around.
Her hands smooth out the wrinkles of my shirt and I instantly wish those hands were on me, touching my chest, admiring my abs. I notice how red her ears are, how she keeps her gaze fastened to the ground and it stirs something in me, making heat boil within my core and my cock twitch painfully against my jeans.
“We’re ready,” she says, my eyes watching her lips.
My mind takes me to a place where, once again, I’m hiding in the closet, watching Rachel kneel in front of Seth, between his legs, her mouth on his dick. I swallow a moan and turn my gaze to Lucas and Seth, trying to think of anything to get Rachel’s seductive mouth out of my head.
I see a ball flying forward, landing into one of the cups in the third row. Seth groans, smacking a hand to his forehead while the crowd around us cheers. I blink, hardly aware that we just scored, and that it’s my turn. I need to focus, but my gaze slips to Rachel, watching her smile while jumping up and down. She’s absolutely beautiful. I don’t think I can ever get enough of seeing that beautiful smile, the joy in her gaze. All I want to do is grab her and press my lips to hers; taste the sweetness I’ve been yearning for these past few weeks. She could be the only one I taste, the only one I could breathe in, and it wouldn’t be enough. I could drown in her and be the happiest man in the world.
If only she’d have me.
“Hey, dipshit!” Seth shouts. “Your turn!”
But she will never have me.
I swallow the pain swelling within my throat and force a smile. This was stupid. Being around her was a dumb idea. These feelings are never going to go away. They’re only going to grow and deepen and boil within me until I’m completely caged and trapped, unable to get away.
This only has one ending, and it’s not the happily ever after; not the one I had dreamt up in my mind. My own wishful thinking is causing unneeded drama. Maybe my parents are right. I made a mistake, and I should go back.
I don’t belong here.
“Alex,” I hear Rachel say and feel her soft touch on my arm.
