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Thankfully, the bunkhouse is empty so I head straight inside the shower and hope it will do something to cool my rage. I spend far too long there, and too much of that time thinking of her. I stroke my cock while I picture her in that tight black top, then imagine how it would feel slipping my shaft between those hot round tits of hers. That’s the image that has me blowing my load all over the tiles.
I spend more time under the spray of water, thinking about why I let her in my head so much. Usually, I can blank out my thoughts, it’s why people accuse me of being cold. But with her, it seems impossible. After cleaning up my mess I wrap a towel around my waist and head back toward my bunk, and that’s when I see her sitting on the table in the center of the room. Still wearing that fuckin’ top and looking like she’s got something she wants to say.
“You shouldn’t be in here.” I walk past her, keeping my head low like whatever it is she came here for ain’t gonna be important to me. I know once I’m past her, her head will turn and she’ll see my back. But I don’t care. She should see for herself how hideous I am uncovered.
“I…” She pauses when she notices the ugly, angry scars on my back. “I got something I wanna get off my chest,” she continues, surprising me that she doesn’t question them. Usually, she’s all about asking inappropriate questions.
“That top should be the first thing,” I growl as I scramble through my locker to find a clean shirt. I gotta give it to the girl, she knocks me on my ass and has me speechless when I turn back around and see that she’s taken my words far too literally.
“That's not what I meant.” I rush toward her when I see her standing in just her jeans and a black lacy bra that pushes her tits tight together and makes them look far beyond even what I was imagining.
I can’t see the top she had on now, she must have tossed it over her shoulder somewhere, so I take the shirt I got in my hands and drape it over her shoulder, clutching it around her body before anyone comes in and sees her.
“This is a communal living space, ya know,” I remind her.
“And you think this is just for you?” She laughs at me, which makes the rage inside me burn even hotter.
“No, I’m just tellin’ ya, you should have a little more respect for yourself.”
“I came over here to tell you that I don’t need you to interfere with my life. I don’t know why you feel the need to act like you fuckin’ own me. But let me make this clear. I am not owned by anyone. I don’t need you to come running to my rescue, and I sure as hell don’t need your shirt.” She shrugs it off her shoulders, balls it up, and shoves it into my chest. Spinning on her heels and marching out the door just in time for Jonah, Tate,Finn, and the rest of the boys to return from their ride up to Grid 4. Naturally, they all whistle and whoop as they make a path for her to strut through, and every single one of their eyes follow her out.
“Well, someone just got fuckin’ lucky.” Tate grins as he tips his hat at me.
“The only ones who have gotten lucky are you fuckers. You know the rules. You look at her like that again and I’ll beat every one of your asses. I shove on the shirt that’s in my hands and turn my back on them, wanting to tear out my brain for what that girl does to me.
It’s been hours since Savannah stormed out of here, and I’m fed up with staring at the ceiling and thinking about all the things I wanna do to her. It took all my strength not to chase her out of here and prove that she’s wrong, but I know that it’s exactly what she wants outta me.
She’s always trying to get a rise and cause a reaction and the longer I lie here thinking about it, the more I feel I'm losing that strength that's been holding me back. I tell myself that it's a bad idea as I get out of bed and throw on my jeans and some boots. I tell myself that I’m only playing into her game as I pick up the tee she threw off from my nightstand and clutch it in my fist as I cross the yard toward the house. I tell myself all those fuckin’ things but I don’t listen.
Instead, I let myself inside with the key we keep hidden on the right-hand rafter of the porch and I make my way up toward my room where I know she’s sleeping. I open the door as silently as I can, then step up to the foot of the bed where she’s sound asleep. She looks peaceful with her eyes closed and her breathingsteady. Nothing like the fireball of destruction she is when she’s awake. With the moonlight shining through the window and decorating her face with its glow, I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever seen her look more beautiful.
I take the comforter from the bottom and slowly drag it off her body, revealing more and more of her, and admiring how the oversized tee she’s wearing has gathered up around her ass and shows the cute pink cotton panties she has on underneath. Savannah stirs a little, turning on her other side and trying to find the warmth she’s lost. Her eyes are still closed and I watch her for a while like that, peaceful and not causing me any pain. I don’t question if me being here is a good idea or not, because somewhere in between her throwing my shirt at me and me lying there thinking about how her words fuckin’ hurt, I discovered that I have to change the way she thinks.
“Cole.” She looks startled when she wakes up and sees me towering over the bottom of her bed in the darkness.
“What are you doing in here?”
“You left this behind.” I grip the shirt she left in the bunkhouse tight in my fist.
“Well you didn’t have to return it right now, it’s gotta be…” She picks up her phone from the nightstand to check, “2.13. What the fu—”
“Turn around,” I demand with no patience left in my tone.
“What?” She stares at me as if I’ve lost the plot.
“Turn around and get on all fours,” I tell her, twirling my finger.
“Cole, if you think you can just—”
I don’t give her any more opportunity to protest. I grip her hips myself and flip her onto her front, then drag them up into the air making sure that peachy round ass is presented in front of me just how I want it.
“Cole, what are yo—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap, hearing her gasp when I take the back of her panties in my hand and scrunch them in my fist, tugging hard enough for the front of them to cut into her sensitive flesh.
“Cole.” She says my name again and I like how it sounds too much.
“I’m fed up with your games, Red. I warned you to stay away from me and you just don’t listen. You pushed and you pushed, and then when you got me caring, you pull in the opposite direction.” I slide the hand I’m still holding her tee in up her back, dragging up the one she’s wearing and exposing her skin as I bend over her.
