Page 26 of Hate To Love You

I attempt to tamp down the chuckle that’s threatening to burst out of me, but the amusement dissipates when I see Gwen standing on the porch of the house, her dark hair up in a bun on the top of her head and a confused expression on her face.

She looks from Ellie to Holland, and then lands on me. My blood runs cold at the cold look in her eyes as she takes the few steps down to the yard.

“What’s going on out here?” she asks, concern laced in her tone. “I heard yelling.”

She looks between all of us once more, this time settling on Ellie, waiting for her explanation.

Ellie shakes her head. “Nothing. Everything’s fine, except for the fact that my brother thinks he can tell me who I can and can’t date. Despite us being the same exact age,” she rolls her eyes before giving Holland a death glare.

Holland looks like he could scream right about now.

“Woah, you never said anything about dating. You only said you wanted to bring him to the party,” he growls. Here we go again.

Ellie takes a step closer to Holland, but he stands his ground. I look to Gwen who stands silently, watching the situation unfold with unease.

“I gotta agree with Holland here, El. Ty Manning isn’t the kind of guy you want,” Ellie stares at me, unblinking.

“And how would you know what she wants?” Gwen asks pointedly, her hands flying to her hips.

Why must she always argue with me? Even when I’m trying to help her friend stay out of a toxic relationship, Gwen acts as if I’m the fucking devil.

I wonder if she’s like this with everyone. But I’ve seen her with her friend in class, and she looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“Ty Manning is not a good guy. He’s a prick, and I assume Ellie doesn’t want that in a relationship,” I shrug. If I had a sister, I wouldn’t let her get within ten feet of Manning. I don’t blame Holland for putting his foot down.

Gwen laughs, but there’s no amusement in it.

“So, he’s you.”

“Ouch, Rebel. That one hurt,” I taunt, setting my hand over my chest as if I’m in pain.

“Why do you call me that?” she demands. Because you’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. Because you challenge me when no one else would even think to. Because you don’t back down or cower.

“That’s for me to know, and you to… well, not.”

“You know, the only time you’re not as dumb as you look is when I close my eyes,” she quips. I stifle a laugh at her comment.

Gwen’s eyes narrow, her fists clenching on her hips as if she’s holding back a punch. Not that a punch from her tiny fists would affect me much. She can’t be more than one hundred forty pounds, and her head barely reaches my chest.

I wouldn’t say I’m huge, but I’m bigger than a lot of the guys on the rugby team. I work out often to stay in shape and stay at the top of my game.

Gwen grabs Ellie’s wrist, walking her back toward the house as she glares at me. Ellie lets Gwen pull her away, leaving Holland and I standing alone on the edge of their yard.

Ellie disappears inside the small house while Gwen stands on the porch staring at us.

“Get off our lawn. You’re going to leave fire marks from your pitchforks,” and then she’s gone, slamming the front door shut. My dick is so hard, I have to discreetly move it so it doesn’t stick straight out in my gym shorts.

If Ellie is talking about coming to the Halloween party Friday, I wonder if a sassy brunette will be there with her?

When I get home and into my room, I immediately head for the ensuite bathroom, turning on the shower. Leaning against the counter, I stare back at myself in the mirror. God, what is wrong with me?

Stepping out of my shorts and sweatshirt, I hop in the shower and let hot water and steam take over my senses. My muscles immediately relax, but my mind races with thoughts of Gwen. Imagining her naked and writhing under me, tasting every inch of her, watching her face as she comes all over my fingers.

Fuck.

I grab my hard cock in my hands and begin to stroke slowly. I let out a soft hiss of breath as my hand begins to move faster. Flashes of Gwen’s lush lips, her perky tits, her round ass, and the scowl I see so often run through my mind.

My hand moves faster and faster until my balls tighten, and a familiar tingle runs at the bottom of my spine. I come so hard I have to hold myself up with my hand pressed against the shower wall.

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