Seeing Red: A New Adult Sports Romance (NE University Book 2) Page 4

  With that, she winks and takes my hand, leading me to what will most likely be a fucking awesome finish to this day that has so far sucked. What’s a guy to do? Turn down two sexy women to go home and hang out with his family who doesn’t claim him? Nah, I’ll pass. Suddenly, thoughts of running my soapy hands up and down Autumn’s chest while the other one—Kristy, Krista, whatever the fuck her name is—does things with her mouth are clouding my mind.

  Anna

  “So … you want me to stay here. Alone. By myself. While you go out?” I ask from the bed. Extremely irritated.

  “Babe, my parents will be back from their friends’ place later on. I just don’t want to leave my buddies from here hanging. They never get to see me. I used to spend most of my summers here,” Maverick says from the bathroom after stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

  “And I can’t go, why?” I question. Not fully getting the bullshit he’s spewing.

  “It’s all guys, Anna. How would it look if I couldn’t take one night away from my girlfriend to be with old friends?”

  I hate it when he uses that tone. It’s condescending, and it makes me want to throw the remote in my hand directly at his head. Actually, that sounds like a fun idea.

  I sigh. “All right. How late will you be?” I ask, glancing at my phone. It’s already nine at night.

  “I’m not sure. Don’t wait up though.” He finishes dressing himself, and then he leans down and kisses me. “I love you. Don’t be mad.”

  “I’m not. I’m going to go in the hot tub anyway. Since we never got a chance to. I had a lot of dirty plans for that hot tub.”

  I’m being a brat. But he does this a lot back home too. If his baseball friends want to hang out, he’ll go with them. When he does, he stays out all night and never checks in.

  He presses his lips to my neck. “Don’t tease me. Now, I’ll be thinking of you naked in that hot tub,” he growls before heading toward the door. “I’ll be home in a while. Love you.”

  “Love you too,” I murmur back. Though I’m never sure if I actually mean it. It feels so artificial. As fake as the tits on those two girls Mason went home with earlier.

  Why does that thought annoy you, Anna?

  After stripping my clothes off, I put my robe on and walk out to the porch. I’m the only one here anyway, so why bother with a bathing suit? Maverick won’t be home until at least two a.m., and Mr. and Mr. King will be home around midnight or so. Mason left earlier today with those two bimbos, and Mav predicted Mason wouldn’t be back till tomorrow for the spreading of his grandmother’s ashes.

  Talk about feeling lonely. I’m here, hours away from campus, and left in this huge, empty house. Then again, feeling alone is something I’ve dealt with my entire life.

  Once I make it outside to the hot tub, I drop my robe and step in. Leaning back against the jets, I close my eyes. I only wish my boyfriend had cared to stay back with me and take advantage of this hot tub, but oh well. He’d rather go to a sausage-fest than be here with me, naked.

  Mason

  I walk back from the girls’ beach house with a satisfied grin on my face. Wow, were they wild and oh-so much fun. Both had their bikinis off and ready for me to do whatever I wanted with their bodies before we even made it in the door. After an hour of foreplay in the shower, we moved to the bedroom, and yeah, let’s just say, it was fun. They were both fucking crazy in the sack. It certainly wasn’t their first rodeo.

  I push the door open and immediately notice how quiet the house is. Everyone must be out for the night. My muscles ache from lifting this morning in the small weight room my dad has here. I saw a hot tub on the back deck, and I decide to take advantage of it while everyone’s gone.

  I change in record time, not wanting to deal with the happy couple coming home and using the hot tub since it’s on a shared balcony. Sliding the door open, I throw my towel over my shoulder. I almost make it to the hot tub when I see it’s not empty.

  Anna’s head is leaned back with her eyes shut. Her bare breasts are on full display and lightly bouncing with the Jacuzzi jets. I knew they were nice tits, just by seeing them in a shirt, but fuck … me. They are that perfect teardrop shape. And though they aren’t huge, they are pretty good-sized. I’d say a full C. Just enough for me. Any more would be a waste.

  The moonlight paints her in the hottest lighting. Holy fuck, I knew she was hot before, but I don’t think I’ll ever get this image out of my head. I know I shouldn’t stare. She’s already called me a creeper once this weekend, but it’s fucking hard to pull my eyes away from her right now. I’m just about to get some self-control and turn around and go back into my room when her eyes open, and she screams … loud.

  “What the fuck are you doing? How did you get into my room?” She dives under the water and cups her breasts with her hands.

  I toss her a wink. “Um, hate to break it to you, babe, but my room and your room share this balcony.”

  She narrows her eyes. “Oh yeah, sure they do. Ugh. Go away!” She splashes me, thinking that will make me give up easier.

  Yeah right, babe. I just saw the hottest little body I’ve ever laid eyes on. Giving up anything won’t be easy.

  I shrug. “It’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before. No need to be embarrassed.”

  What she does next shocks the fucking hell out of me. Standing up, she thrusts her breasts further up and does a spin, showing her succulent, round asscheeks.

  Once she’s done twirling, she tilts her head to the side and gives me an evil smile. “You and I both know that I have nothing to be embarrassed about, babe.”

  She’s making fun of me for calling her that. Fuck, usually, that word instantly makes chicks’ panties wet when it rolls off of my tongue.

  Putting one hand on her hip, she finishes her performance. “Now, not so kindly … fuck off.” She holds her hand up, signaling for me to leave.

  I have to pick up my jaw off the ground. This chick is a firecracker.

  Once the shock wears off, I walk to the edge of the hot tub. She goes underwater to her neck, attempting to hide her beautiful masterpiece of a body.

  Putting my hands on the side of the hot tub, I lean toward her slightly. “I’ll leave you alone. But only because I’m a gentleman. Not because you asked me to.”

  She flicks me off as I turn and start walking toward my door. I turn around and continue walking backward. “Oh, and, babe?”

  She rolls her eyes and groans, “What?”

  “You can hide those perfect tits under the water all you want, but they’ll forever be up here.” I point to my head.

  With that, I turn and go inside my room. Suddenly thinking about a girl who I can’t even have. And even if I could, would I want someone Maverick’s already had?

  Anna

  He thinks my boobs are perfect. I saw the hussies he followed home earlier. Now, those were some incredible knockers. Silicone for sure but still huge. They were one hundred percent double Ds. I wear a 32C. Don’t get me wrong; they are certainly not small. But they are far from those volleyballs those girls had on their chests. Their backs must kill, hauling those puppies around all day. My God.

  He walked out without his shirt on, and I actually drooled a little.

  Hot damn, he’s hot.

  I had to recover quickly though, so he wouldn’t catch on. It isn’t as if he needs his ego stroked any more than it already is at NEU. He and the other football players have every girl throwing themselves at them constantly. No judgment though. They are downright delicious.

  I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts. I’m with Maverick. I need to get my head on straight. Even if Maverick can be a douche bag at times, that doesn’t give me an excuse to fantasize about his brother. How would I feel if he were fantasizing about my sister, Fern? That would infuriate me.

  Laying my head back, I look up at the stars. There are so many up there; it almost looks fake. It makes me realize how small and insignifi
cant my problems are when the world is that big. I’m not stuck in my life; I’m allowing myself to be held captive. There’s a difference, I’m learning.

  Why can’t I change my career choice? So what if my parents think it sounds more impressive to tell people their daughter is in med school? I don’t want to be a doctor. That much I do know. I just haven’t said it out loud to anyone. And maybe I never will. I wish I could chop off this boring, long brown hair and trade it for something spicy and fun. I wish I could wear crop tops and cutoff shorts and cheap flip-flops.

  The problem is, I don’t fit in with my family. I don’t fit in with this family either. And one day, I’ll have enough balls to say so.

  five

  Anna

  “Is everything all right? You’ve been so quiet this whole ride,” I ask Maverick.

  It’s Sunday, and we’re headed back to NEU from the Hamptons. He’s been so short with me. He woke me up at the asscrack of dawn, before everyone else was awake. He said he had to get back for a practice, which I’d normally believe if he had mentioned it the night before maybe. Something just seems … off.

  “I’m fine,” he snaps back.

  Yeah, because that’s convincing.

  I sigh. “All right. Just checking.” I decide silence is probably the answer for the remainder of the ride.

  Forty-five minutes later, we pull in front of my apartment, and I gather my things. Usually, he’d get my bag and walk me in, but instead, he just pulls up next to the entrance.

  “You’re not coming in?” I ask, confused.

  He shakes his head. “No, I have a lot of homework to do. Plus, I need to get in a workout. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  Nodding, I turn toward him and press my lips to his, but he barely kisses me back.

  Sliding out of the truck, I hold my hand up, giving him a small wave. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

  Before he can answer, I spin around and make my way into the building. Not having the energy to deal with whatever crawled up his ass and died today. I really need to work on my supportive-girlfriend role. But all this is coming out of nowhere, so I have no idea why he’s even acting pissy.

  After messing with my key for a hot minute, I finally get it unjammed and push the door open. No sign of Savannah anywhere. Pulling out my phone, I shoot her a text.

  Me: Yo, bish. Where you at?

  Savannah: I met Claire and Harper for coffee. We would have asked you, but I figured you wouldn’t be back until later. Swing in if you want! We’re at Coffee Hut.

  Me: Nah, love, that’s okay. I need to go do some laundry anyway. I’ll see you when you get back.

  Me: Tell the girls I said, hello, my pretties!

  She sends back a kissy face.

  I’m so confused with Maverick’s behavior. Why was he suddenly acting so weird? Maybe it’s the realization that his grandmother is gone. No, that can’t be it. He barely even spoke of her. If anything, Mason seemed more upset about the loss.

  The worst part is, a part of me is hopeful. Hopeful that he is sick of me and will send me packing. I do care about him; really, I do. And we do have a great sex life and a pretty good relationship. But he doesn’t feed my soul. It’s surface level, and that’s it. My mother would never understand it. And if he ever did dump me, she would be disappointed and surely blame it on me.

  But I can’t help myself as I wonder, Isn’t a relationship supposed to be more than this? Isn’t a partner supposed to awaken your soul and breathe life into you? Aren’t they supposed to let you know that it’s okay to be yourself?

  Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think I want to settle for anything less than that. And right now, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m settling.

  Pulling my sunglasses down to shade my eyes from the sun, I make my way to my car. This week of classes has sucked, and I’m ready for the weekend. Though I know I have a shit-ton of homework to do. Kill me now. The good news is, my last class of the day got out twenty minutes early, and I call that a goddamn win. Small victories.

  I pull my phone out of my back pocket to check for any text or calls from Maverick. Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. He’s been basically silent since dropping me off last Sunday. He replies to my texts with one-worded answers. I have no idea what his problem is, but I’ll rub a cactus on my vagina before I put up with a man’s shit. Tonight, I’m going to show up at his house and ask him what his problem is. It’s time for him to figure out whatever is going on with him. Shit or get off the pot.

  Once in my car, I crank up the radio for the ride home. Ava Max’s “Kings & Queens” fills my speakers. I shake my head at no one. What an appropriate song for me.

  Pulling into my usual spot, I see that Savannah’s car is here. I frown when I see Maverick’s Escalade next to it. Maybe he came over early and is going to grovel at my feet for being a complete dickface this week. He should after all. Though that conflicted feeling is sort of making me hope he’s not.

  A part of me hopes he ends this.

  I turn the knob and am not one bit surprised to find that it isn’t locked. Savannah always forgets to lock it behind her.

  What does surprise me though is seeing my roommate—and the girl who’s also my best friend at NEU—riding my boyfriend’s dick like a goddamn mechanical bull on my couch. Yes, my couch because I bought the damn thing. But that’s beside the point. The real point here is, I just caught my best friend and my boyfriend fucking.

  I let the door slam behind me, and Maverick pulls his eyes from her bare, bouncing tits—which are way smaller than mine, I might add. Certainly not as nice either.

  His eyes widen slightly, though he doesn’t look all that surprised to see me. She whips around and immediately looks like she’s seen Casper, except an unfriendly version of him.

  Sorry, bitch, you wish I were Casper. This would go better for you.

  I give myself a mental pep talk. Don’t let them win. Act like you don’t give a shit that your boyfriend and best friend are fucking each other. Be a badass bitch. Be a warrior.

  “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” I drawl, leaning against the doorframe. Trying to appear tougher than I actually am. Inside, I’m shaking, my heart’s racing, and I feel like I’m going to puke.

  Savannah jumps up and attempts to grab her clothes off the floor to cover herself. “Anna, it-it’s not—”

  Pushing off the doorframe, I strut over to them. I hold my finger up to shut her up. “It’s not what, Savannah? It’s not what I think?” I tilt my head to the side.

  She looks down at her feet and shrugs.

  I put a hand on my chest. “Oh, good. Because to me, it looked like you were fucking my boyfriend with your loose vagina and your nine-year-old-girl-looking titties.” I pretend to be relieved. “So glad that is not what’s going on here. I was worried.”

  Maverick stands, pulling his jeans up and buckling his belt. He shrugs. “Sorry, babe. I fucked up.”

  The worst part is, the fucker doesn’t even sound sorry. Which really pisses me off.

  I try to appear bored. Keeping my voice calm and steady is the hardest part.

  “Hey, babe, that’s okay. No big deal.” Before he can respond, I take a few steps forward and clock him in the face with my fist. It hurts like a son of a gun, but it actually feels amazing and totally invigorating.

  He grabs his nose. What I’m sure is a mixture of pain and disbelief fills his face. Blood pools from it, proving I got him good. “You bitch,” he yells at me.

  I put a hand on my hip. “Whoopsies. I am so sorry about that. Guess you should have kept your dick in your pants.” I turn and begin opening the door to leave. But not before yelling over my shoulder, “Hey, Savannah, you’ve got three hours to get your trashy, ho-bag shit out of my apartment. Better get started!” Then, I am gone. Letting the door slam behind me.

  Well, so much for getting out of class early and having a good afternoon.

  My parents pay my rent. And they are well off enough that I’v
e never asked Savannah to pay anything. Other than her own groceries. Finding an apartment when the school year is almost done is going to be a bitch for her. Oh well, not my problem. Maybe she can stay with Maverick.

  I just can’t wrap my brain around him. It’s as if he knew I was going to come home. He didn’t seem surprised, and he sure as shit didn’t seem remorseful. He was smirking at me. Like any human being, Maverick has his times of being a dick. But I never thought he’d do something like this. Not in a million years. It’s almost like it is God’s sick way of telling me I shouldn’t have been ogling his brother, Mason.

  Savannah, on the other hand, she was certainly shocked and remorseful. She was seconds away from combusting into a heap of tears. Good. She should be—traitorous bitch. I’m more upset with her than I ever could be with him. After all, she was supposed to be my best friend. Men, I know, can’t be trusted. But as women, we are supposed to stick together. Support each other. Not spread our legs for each other’s boyfriends.

  As I shut the door to my car, I lean my forehead against the steering wheel.

  I whisper to absolutely no one, “Fuck my life. Seriously, fuck my fucking life.”

  I refuse to cry over people who hold me in such small regard, but damn it if it doesn’t hurt that my boyfriend and best friend just pulled the ultimate betrayal on me. I mean, I get it; men are pigs. But my best friend? If you can’t trust your best friend, who can you trust?

  I pull myself together and back out of my spot. I’ll be damned if I let his smug ass come out and see me this way. I debate on calling my mother, but I think better of it and decide it’s not a good idea. She will inevitably tell me it was probably my fault and that I need to make things right and get Maverick back. Well, fuck no and fuck him, is all I have to say about that.

  I drive around for a few hours and crank my music. Drowning out the thoughts of this fucked up day. I can’t call my other friends because they were all Savannah’s friends first, and it doesn’t feel right to make someone choose me over their lifelong friend. Besides, they probably knew this was going on and never even bothered to tell me. I really never had a best friend in Maine because my mother never let us live normal lives. And my sister? Forget it. She’s a clone of my mother, and she would call her and spill the beans as soon as we hung up.