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“A bitch? A fucking bitch, really?” I roar. “My girl fucking died because of Valance. If she had fucking dealt with that shit, that cunt would never have been at our house that day.” I’m shouting now and my anger is suffocating me from the inside.
“She was a fucking hero, Corvin. She saved our nephew!” I slam my eyes closed and bang my head against the glass a couple of times, gritting my teeth to calm the hell down because as angry as I am, I know Darius is right.
“Both of you, stop it!” Leah shouts but Darius ignores her.
“Corvin, you are my best fucking friend, my brother in every sense of the word, but I won’t sit by and watch you throw your fucking life away. Leah and I will be there next weekend. Don’t argue about it, we need to bring this family back together.”
“I have practice,” I quickly add, trying to deter him.
“Cancel it!” Is all he says before he ends the call.
“Fuck!” I growl and spin around only to freeze on the spot at the sight of Alexa standing there in a towel with a murderous look on her face. My own slackens when realization dawns on me that she heard the conversation I just had. “Alexa–”
“Fuck you!” she screams and I flinch. “You don’t get to stand there and talk about her like you gave a single fuck about my sister. She’s fucking dead and it’s all your fault.”
I snap. “I know!” I roar so fucking loud she stumbles back a step. “You don’t fucking think I know she’s dead because of me?” I stalk toward her. She stands her ground and doesn’t move an inch, even when I push into her, forcing her to crane her head back in order to meet my gaze. “Do your fucking worst, jail bait, as nothing you do to me can make me hate myself more than I already do.” I turn and head upstairs to call it a night. I’m halfway up when her words have me slamming to a halt.
“She deserved so much better than you.” I slowly turn back to face her and grip the railing in a vice like hold.
“Yeah, she did and I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life.” I don’t stick around, making a beeline for my room, ready to call it a night because if I don’t, I’ll find the nearest bar and find solace at the bottom of a bottle for a few hours.
* * *
Waking the next morning, I head into my closet and change into my workout shorts and a shirt. I kind of love this room because everything is open. My room takes up the whole second floor and it’s fucking wicked that I have this entire space to myself. Once I’m changed, I head downstairs to the gym. I tiptoe down the stairs so I don’t wake the demon at the end of the hall. I snag a bottle of water from the fridge and head for the gym. I push the door open and come to a stop. Alexa has her back to me as she runs on the treadmill in tiny spandex shorts that leave the bottom half of her ass cheeks out, and her hair is in a ponytail that swishes from side to side as she runs. She wears a sports bra on top and nothing else. Shaking my head, I tear my gaze away from her and move to the weight area. She doesn’t spare me a single glance as I pass her.
I finished with the dumbbells, then move to the weight bench. Laying down, I brace my feet flat on the ground and reach up to grip the bar. Some say not having a spotter is a death wish but fuck it. I’m on the second set of ten when Alexa decides it’s a fantastic fucking idea to straddle me. The bar wobbles in my hold and I push up to secure it back in its cradle, but the dirty little demon reaches out and presses down until the bar is flat against my chest. Gritting my teeth, I glare at her. She smiles wide at the sight of me struggling to breathe with this amount of weight on my chest.
“Alexa,” I warn.
She bats her lashes and grinds down against my dick causing it to twitch in my pants. “Corvin,” she says in a sultry tone.
“What… are you doing?” I grit out as I push against her hold on the bar, but she leans forward, applying even more weight to it. My chest is fucking burning from lack of air.
“Showing you how easy it would be to end you,Reaper,” she says in a sickly sweet tone before removing her hold on the bar. It’s a struggle but I manage to return it to the cradle and drag in some much-needed air. She grinds down against my dick, but this time I don’t let her win this little game. I move so fast she doesn’t have a chance to escape. I grip her hips and sit up so my bare chest is pressed against her. The moment her eyes widen a fraction, I know I have the upper hand. I shift slightly so she can feel my hard length pressing against her pussy, drawing a gasp from her. Her eyes lock onto mine and as much as she tries to hide it, she can’t. I see the lust lurking beneath the surface of her blue eyes. Her breath hitches as I bend down until we are eye to eye. My grip on her waist tightens, and the only indication she gives me that she is affected by my nearness is the slight twitch of her mouth. I hold her gaze as I ghost my lips over hers and say,
“I’d love to fuck with you some more, but you really are jail bait.” Then I stand and fight the smile from breaking free at the sight of her falling to the ground and scowling up at me. I shoot her a wink as I say, “You want to kill me, better up your game, jail bait.”
“Fuck you, Reaper,” she seethes as I step over her, ready to stalk out of the room. The dirty little minx ankle taps me and I tumble face-first to the ground and only manage to stick my arms out at the last minute. I roll to my back, ready to have a go at her until her laughter pierces the air. The sound of it has me stilling and staring at her. Seeing her like this, uncaring and free of her anger for a minute, she really does look her age. Fuck. I shake my head and quickly climb to my feet and race from the gym, heading upstairs for a cold shower.
Not only is she my dead ex’s sister, she is also under-fucking-age. I don’t call her jail bait because I bailed her ass out, I call her that because I would go to prison for fucking her. If I wanted to make it to the NFL and anyone found out I was fucking a seventeen-year-old, my career would be over before it started. What the fuck is wrong with me? For weeks the thought of another woman disgusted me, but not even twenty-four hours with Alexa and already I’ve been hard twice and wanting nothing more than to sink my cock inside her again. Fuck, memories of the night with her at the motel assault me. Yeah, we were both drunk but you best believe your boy didn’t suffer from whiskey dick and managed to fuck all night long. We each lost ourselves in the other. At the time, I had no idea she was using me as much as I was her. We both needed to escape our realities and we found that escape in each other's bodies. As much as I fucking enjoyed that night, I can’t let it happen again.
Alexa
It’s a Saturday night. I expected Corvin to have big plans and be heading out with friends or inviting some ho over to warm his bed, except he does neither of those. Instead, he sits on the couch in the living room watching ESPN in a pair of sweats and no fucking shirt. Does he not feel the freaking cold? I have no idea how long I stand here leaning on the kitchen counter watching him watch TV, but the moment my phone beeps with a text, I finally pull my stare from him, only to sigh at the sight of Jason’s name. I click on the message and immediately wish I didn’t.
Jason
North Carolina, huh?
How the hell does he know I’m here? I don’t have to wonder that for long because another text comes through.
Jason
You forget, I know people, bunny.
I grit my teeth. I hate his stupid pet names for me. He’s always called me sweet juice or bunny, because he says bunny rabbits are notorious for running away and my juices are sweet. I didn’t run though, I broke up with his sorry ass having had enough of him using me as a punching bag. Jason used to treat me like a queen, but the moment he started snorting shit he changed. It was like he was a whole new person, gone was my attentive boyfriend who loved to cuddle and hang out. In his place was this new angry, hateful guy that blamed me for everything. If a guy smiled my way, I was a slut and would wind up getting thrown around the moment we got home. Cody hated him. My parents never cared enough about me to notice that I was sporting bruises or fractured ribs.
Not hiding shit and don’t owe you an explanation for shit. We’re done Jason. I told you that months ago so don’t call me, text me or try and slide into my DM’s again. Go to rehab and get your life back!
