Page 4 of Savage for You

“Yeah, you were punching the shit out of that bag like you wanted to kill it,” he says to me while chuckling. It sounds so nice.

“Well, I was picturing my ex-boyfriend’s face, if I’m being honest.” I blow out the hair that fell from my messy bun onto my face. “Sorry.” I sigh.

He lifts my chin to look me in the eye, and says, “You don’t have anything to be sorry about. His loss.”

I bite my bottom lip, and just nod my head. I need to get out of here, go for a run and clear my head. I don’t know why, but the way I’m feeling with him near, is like I know him. Like I have known him, but no. He’s just another football player. The key word being player.

Geeze, judgmental much?

“I need to go,” I say as I give him a small smile.

“See ya around, Killer.”

He gives me that sexy smirk that you read about in books. And I almost want to roll my eyes. How many other girls does he do that to?

I huff and say, “Are you always going to call me ‘Killer’ now?” I even add the finger quotes too.

“Yep,” he says with a smile that lights up my insides.

I roll my eyes and laugh. Man, I haven’t laughed in a while and it's nice.

“Well, Rocky, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you around?” I say as I grab my bag to head out to my Jeep.

“I hope so,” he replies.

I walk over to Talon to let him know that I’m heading out. He and his friend, Xander, are talking adamantly.

“Monti, tell your cousin he needs to come to the Fourth of July party at my lake house next weekend! He’ll be able to meet more of the guys, and who doesn't like the lake? You should come too! It’ll be fun.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

I’m laughing, and Talon rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. When we were younger, Atlas scared the shit out of him with the Loch Ness monster story, and now he won't go in water other than a pool or the beach where you can see your feet.

“Talon, I’ll go with you. It’ll be fun, I won't let the Loch Ness monster get you,” I say, teasing him.

Everyone laughs, except for him. He pouts like a toddler and sticks his tongue out at me.

I do it right back, and then walk out of the gym to go clear my head.

two

Rocky

Before I laid eyes on Montana, I’d never seen someone so beautiful. It’s weird when people say they believe in love at first sight because you don’t even know that person, but when I look at Montana I want to get to know her. The nickname Talon calls her is fitting, considering she looks to be about five-foot-nothing. She really is a pipsqueak compared to me, because I’m six-foot-five.

I watch as she pulls the hair tie out of her messy bun and as her long burgundy hair flows with curls down her back, I have to hold back a groan because I can picture it wrapped around my fist. You might think as the starting quarterback for my school I’m with a lot of girls, but I don’t want a quick fuck. I want more. As she raises her arms, I see the faint outline of a tattoo wrapping around her forearm. The curling of vines are lined with flowers, each flower intricately detailed. From the amount of detail, I know on from personal experience that it took a long time to sketch and ink the design into her flawless skin.

Light shines through the windows of the gym and the sun catches her eye for a slight glimpse. Hazel eyes that turn greener with the natural sunlight, and hints of gold are mixed in with her irises. My eyes move from hers as my gaze locks onto her lips. God, those lips are so plump that they are just begging to be kissed by someone and by someone, I mean me. A rose gold hoop wraps around her nose, popping against her tawny skin. Nose rings have never really interested me, until I saw a goddess like her.

My eyes move to her body. Beautiful curves, thick thighs, and a round ass that I could grab onto. Her breasts, big enough for my hands to fit perfectly around them. A pair of black leggings frame her curved hips in all the right places. The thin white off-the-shoulder top she’s wearing shows the outline of her periwinkle sports bra hugging her chest. The light blue color illuminating her skin. She smiles at me, a gesture that shoots a bolt right into my heart.

Her voice reminds me of Brooke Davis from One Tree Hill. Yeah, my little sister Autumn made me watch it. Her sultry voice pulls me in like a siren, I could listen to her talk until my ears start to ring. My brain spins with the idea that a woman could be this beautiful at first sight. Inside and out.

She just transferred here with my new teammate, Talon, who also happens to be her cousin. He’s cool and a very good defensive end. I know this being my senior year, I should be focused on the draft and not a girl, but I’m not worried. I’ve never had this feeling of wanting to know someone so badly, wanting to know everything about a girl.

She didn’t even bat her lashes at me knowing I’m the quarterback for the school. It didn’t faze her at all. Unlike most of the girls here, who just see me as someone who can show them a good time. When she lifted her perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me when I called her Killer, it did something to me. She isn’t someone who will just fall all over themselves to talk to me. She knows she’s a fucking baddie.

I feel like no one really knows the true me. What I really want more than anything is for someone to love and accept me for who I am and not just see me as an opportunity to gain popularity. I admire my parents' relationship and how my dad has never let his career as a professional hockey player come between them. They actually met each other at this same college where I'm currently attending. Fortunately, Autumn decided to come to this college for her junior year, and I'm thrilled about that.

“Yo, Rocky! What are you over there in la la land about?” Xander yells over.

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