Page 24 of When Wrecked Meets Ruined
“Ridge. Wait.” She chased after me and latched onto my arm.
A few guys snickered. I ignored them and focused on her. The keeper of my drunken confessions. “You need something, Bellamy?”
“I just…” She bit her lip then took a deep breath like she was gearing up to say something monumental. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You sure that’s all you wanted? Or maybe you’re looking for something else…” I moved closer, roughly grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her against my sweaty body. Palming her ass, I squeezed it, grinding my dick against her. “We could hit the weight room. You can thank me for defending you on Friday night. Show your appreciation for what I did for you.”
Chest heaving, she shoved me away with a growl. “Every time I think you might be different you prove me wrong.” She brushed past me and strode away.
“Different than what?” I called after her. “Your Nirvana reject? If so, thank you.”
“It wasn’t a compliment. He’s twice the man you are,” she called over her shoulder.
Gritting my teeth, I shouldered past the other players who had stopped to watch the show like they had nothing better to do. I stalked into the locker room and practically ripped the door off my locker. Fucking hell.
He’s twice the man you are.
I kicked the wall. Once. Twice. Three times.
He’s twice the man you are.
Jackson cupped his mouth and bellowed, “McCallister’s been Bellamyzed.”
That elicited jeers and laughter at my expense.
Bellamyzed. What the fuck? It sounded like a curse because it was. The Evie Bellamy effect. Brutal, vicious, and efficient. She skewered my balls and tossed them on the barbecue.
“She burned you, dude,” a sophomore wide receiver said with a chuckle.
I turned on him and unleashed my pent-up frustration. “At least I don’t have sores on my ass from riding the bench all season, Gary.”
His amusement faded. “It’s Garrett,” he muttered.
“No point in remembering your name,Gavin. You’re not even gonna see any playing time.”
He muttered something under his breath as he retreated with his tail between his legs.
Who’s laughing now?
Unfortunately, not me.
I shoulder-checked Jackson on my way to the shower. “Kind of pathetic that a guy built like a refrigerator has a pencil dick. I bet the chicks are always asking if it’s in yet.” I snapped my fingers. “My bad. You’re still a virgin.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He chuckled nervously, his eyes darting around the locker room. “I’m not a virgin. I’ve been with plenty of chicks.”
“Wet dreams don’t count,” Walker said, having my back.
He’s twice the man you are, the voice inside my head taunted.
Now I regretted my decision to defend her on Friday night. I’d been too drunk to know what I was doing. No, that’s a lie. I would have done it whether I’d been drunk off my ass or sober as a church mouse. I didn’t regret beating up that asshole or getting hauled to the police station.
I regretted telling her about Elijah. I’d given her too much of myself, all that emotional ammunition to play with, and as usual, she’d given me nothing in return. Even worse, how had she repaid me? By humiliating me in front of my teammates.
Fuck that. I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Luckily, I knewexactlyhow to get back at Evie.
Two can play this game, sweetheart.
