Heartless Player by R.C. Stephens

Twelve

Wolfe

Rebel has to be the most frustrating girl I’ve ever met. She’s beautiful and doesn’t know it. She’s smart and doesn’t own it. I just want her to see what I see. A beautiful woman with a lot going for her. Doesn’t she get that her missing limb doesn’t define her? She is so exasperating. And, fuck, I wanted to pound Cole when I found him hitting on her. When I said Rebel isn’t for sharing, I meant it. Problem is, those words leaving my mouth caused a whole bunch of inappropriate thoughts to enter my mind once again. On Thanksgiving, I passed it off as me being a guy and just getting turned on by a good-looking chick, but then she needs to go and get all deep with me. I’ve never had a friend who’s a girl before, so I don’t know how things go, but when we have these deep conversations, something tugs in my chest. I get the same feeling when we’re in the car talking too. I couldn’t pin it down until I almost mauled her in my kitchen. How could I move in on her like that? She was vulnerable and opening up to me about her family and my gaze trailed to her bow-shaped lips and my mind went to dirty places of us. No. Thinking about licking and sucking those lips is wrong. And, shit, I’m getting hard just thinking about it. I don’t know why I want her so badly, but I do, and this can’t be good. She’s my friend and her trust matters to me.

“Are you going to stay silent the whole drive home?” she asks, pulling my mind from the tornado brewing inside me. “It’s not a long drive, but, I mean, I kind of got used to you talking a lot. This silence is no fun.”

“Sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind,” I say and make a quick adjustment of my cock pressing against my jeans.

“Like what?” she asks.

Oh, Rebel, if you only knew. I want to bury my dick so deep inside you. Shit. Stop this now.

“I don’t know,” I say stupidly.

I pull onto her street and then into her driveway. There’s a motorcycle parked out front. “Is that the douchebag’s bike?” I ask her.

“Yeah, don’t worry, though. It’s fine. I’ll just head up to my room and get some work done there.”

“I’m not so comfortable dropping you off with that shitbag in there.” My brows furrow at the thought.

“It’s fine,” she assures me and opens her door to get out. “Thanks for the ride.”

I turn off the ignition and reach into the backseat for my backpack, which I forgot to bring in the house earlier. I get out of the car with her.

She side-eyes me with her brows furrowed. “Um… what are you doing?”

“I’m coming in with you. I have some work to do too. We can just work side by side.”

“You want to come into my house?” Her eyes are wide and a little panicked.

I nod and press the button to lock my car doors.

“Wolfe, I never really have guests and…” She looks terrified.

“It’s no big deal. I just want to make sure this guy won’t be making trouble, and if he does, I want to be here to stop it. You don’t need to live in fear,” I say, remembering our conversation from my kitchen. She feared her dad when he was alive. No one deserves to live like that. Especially not her.

She watches me as we stand out in the freezing cold. A rain and snow mix is falling.

“Come on, open the door before we freeze.” I nudge her arm.

She turns away and opens the door. There is a little entrance that leads directly into a kitchen.

“Rebel. Geez, I was worried about you,” a woman with long, dark hair says.

She kind of looks like Rebel, but not really. Their coloring is so different and she looks older and very tired. There’s a guy sitting at their little kitchen table.

The woman pauses when she sees me at the door.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see your guest,” she says to Rebel.

I reach out my hand to shake hers. “Wolfe Judd. Pleasure to meet you.”

Her sister shakes my hand. “Blossom. Rebel’s sister. Pleasure to meet you too.”

I look over at the douche sitting at the table. He’s wearing a wife beater and a pair of jeans with the top button popped open.

He nods to me but doesn’t introduce himself.

“Hey, I’m Wolfe, nice to meet you,” I say, extending my hand to him too. He may not want to have pleasantries, but I do. He needs to know that Rebel has friends looking out for her.

The guy just nods and says, “Preston.”

He doesn’t shake my hand.

Asswipe.

He looks like he must be at least three inches shorter than me and he doesn’t have weight or bulk on him. I could take him if I need to.

“Wolfe and I are going to go do some work in my room,” Rebel tells her sister.

“Okay. Did you want to have some dinner? I made spaghetti,” her sister says.

“I’m good. I ate at Wolfe’s place,” Rebel tells her. My stomach sinks at the thought that they eat a lot of pasta. Probably because it’s a cheap meal.

Her sister nods and smiles. She looks on edge or nervous.

I follow Rebel up to her room. It’s a three-bedroom house like ours. Rebel’s room is what I would expect from her. Neat and clean. She has a white metal-frame bed and a white comforter that has little pink flowers on it. She also has a white desk in the corner with a lamp and a chair.

“I only have one desk,” she says.

“I don’t mind doing my work on the bed.”

She swallows hard. This whole situation is making her nervous.

“He didn’t want to shake your hand,” she states, referring to the douchebag downstairs. “Why do you think that is?”

“Because he’s a douchebag,” I say. “He’s not a man. Truth is, I get bad vibes from him.”

“Tell me about it.” A little shiver moves over her body.

She slips off my coat and passes it to me. “Thank you. You know you don’t have to stay.”

“I want to stay, if it’s okay with you.” I don’t know what’s happening. I usually only feel overprotective of Caitlyn. With Rebel, it’s different. I’m attracted to her, and the thought of someone hurting her makes me want to go apeshit.

“It’s fine,” she says. “But you can take the desk and I’ll take the bed.”

“Works for me.” I walk over to the desk and take out my laptop. I have some essays I need to finish up. When I head back on the ice tomorrow, I need to give it my all.

Rebel leans on a bunch of pillows against her headboard and opens her laptop on her lap. The desk is situated at the side of the room so I get a perfect view of her working. She really is pretty. My gaze drops to the creamy skin at her neck.

“Wolfe?”

Shit. Busted.

“Sorry. I’m finding you distracting,” I say.

“You are?” She sounds surprised.

“Is that so impossible to believe?”

“I thought you were only interested in friendship,” she says, and I worry this is her way of letting me down easy.

“What if I’m not?” I know my question will make her feel uncomfortable, but I can’t help it. Challenge on.

She goes silent.

“Say something,” I urge her.

“You want to be more than friends?” she asks.

“I don’t know what I want,” I admit. “I’m not boyfriend material.”

“I’m not some puck bunny you can use and then not talk to the next day,” she states, and I like that she’s using her backbone.

“I know that. I like talking to you, spending time with you,” I say, feeling very out of sorts. I don’t do this with chicks. “Sorry. This is freaking weird for me. I don’t know what’s going on with me. All I know is that when that Antonio guy is falling all over you during training time in the morning, it pisses me off. Then I had this fantasy about pinning you to the wall in the locker room,” I add. But when I look at her, her lower lip drops and so does her head. “Shit, I’m talking too much.” I stand from the desk and pace her room. There isn’t much room to move and her scent is everywhere, making me think of things I want to be doing to her.

“No, keep talking.” Her gentle demand surprises the shit out of me. Her cheeks have a healthy flush. “What about the locker room?”

“Are you saying you’re into me?” I ask.

“I might be saying that,” she says nervously.

“Might isn’t good enough.” I move closer to her bed.

“Tell me about the locker room fantasy,” she says so quietly I’m not sure I heard her.

“I wanted to take you by the hand, lead you to the locker room, and pin you up against a wall and have my way with you,” I say, feeling weird about all this. What the hell am I doing? She isn’t that type of girl. Only, a soft moan escapes her, like she likes me talking this way, and her breathing picks up. Fuck me! She seems really turned on. “What would happen if I kissed you right now?”

“I’d kiss you back,” she says, and that’s all it takes for me to crawl onto her bed and toss her laptop aside gently. I kneel in front of her and place my palms on her cheeks, then I press my lips to hers. Slowly at first as I taste her sweetness. Our lips connect and we kiss as heat burns inside me. I want more. This. Isn’t. Enough. I coax her mouth open with my tongue and her tongue gets into the mix too. I press her onto her back and hover above her using my arms for support. Her body fits perfectly against mine and her hands rake up and down my back as our lips move and our tongues tangle. She presses her hips into me and she must feel my raging hard-on. It makes me think she’ll get scared and tell me to cut this shit out, but she moans, needing more friction.

“Wolfe,” she whispers. “I need you to touch me.” Something about her is so innocent in this moment. I don’t know if she’s a virgin or not, but what I do know is that she doesn’t trust most people, yet she trusts me. I don’t want to fuck this up. My own thoughts leave me confused.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask her.

“For you to touch me,” she says again, and my dick twitches in my pants. Her words alone make me want to come so hard that I feel like a teenage boy all over again.

My hand moves under her shirt. My fingers graze her smooth skin as I allow them to slip into her bra and play with her nipple. Her breathing picks up and her mouth is by my ear where I feel her cool, fast breaths. She sounds so freaking hot.

“That feels good,” she says.

“I want you to feel good,” I say back.

I tweak her other nipple and she thrusts her hips into my crotch. I have to take a breath and maintain some control because I want to take all her clothes off and…

“Wolfe.” She says my name again and it sounds so hot and heavy. “I need more touching.”

I groan and it’s deep and guttural. I lean to the side and lie beside her. I reach for the button on her jeans and pop it open, keeping my gaze on her face. “Is this okay?”

She nods and swallows.

I lower her zipper and slip a finger inside her panties.

Fuck, she is soaked. I groan again. “You feel so good,” I whisper, taking her lips with my mouth. As we kiss, I work her over. She pants into my mouth and I feel her swelling.

She reaches for my jeans, but I stop her.

“Why?” she asks.

“I want this to be about you,” I tell her. And I do. “You’re so beautiful, Rebel. I want to make you feel good.” AndI don’t know what’s happening here, but I don’t want to screw you over or hurt you, like ever.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I’m going to come. Gosh, it’s been so long—” Before she can even finish her sentence, her head tilts up, her lips open to an O, and she orgasms, rolling her hips against my fingers. I work her over, milking the orgasm right out of her. My dick pulses painfully against my jeans, but for the first time in my life, I am taking pleasure in someone else’s pleasure while putting my needs aside. When she comes down from her high, she looks sated, flushed, and perfect.

“What about you?” She reaches for my jeans again. “Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and take a breath because I could get off to just the thoughts of Rebel taking care of me.

“I want that so badly, but I don’t know what’s going on here, and I don’t want you regretting anything,” I tell her honestly.

“That’s sweet,” she says on a sigh.

“I’m not sweet, Rebel. I’m confused.”

That causes her to frown and pull away a bit. “I want you so much, but I’m messed up when it comes to girls. I don’t commit,” I say, grinding my jaw. It’s like I have a good angel and bad angel sitting on either of my shoulders and I don’t know which one to follow now.

“I’m not asking for commitment. I just wouldn’t want you being with someone else if we are going to fool around,” she says, surprising me.

“I honestly can’t think of wanting anyone else but you,” I say. And it isn’t a lie. I haven’t been with anyone since we started hanging out. I attributed it to a weird dry spell, but now I realize I’ve been into her for a while.

“And if that changes, you need to let me know. Can you do that?” she asks.

“I don’t want to fuck things up between us. I mean, I like talking to you. I never really talk about my family with anyone,” I admit. Cole knows shit that went down with my family, but I don’t exactly have heart to hearts with him about what’s going on now with Cait and stuff.

“I hate to tell you this, but at this point, we’ve already crossed the line, so we might as well keep going,” she says.

“So, what now?” I ask.

“First, let’s get one thing straight. No one can know about us. I don’t need any weird attention from guys or girls around campus. I like my privacy.”

“I can live with that.”

“Good.” She kisses me again and then she moves her lips from my mouth to my neck.

“Are you a virgin?” I ask her.

“That’s a talk for another night,” she says, and her lips graze my neck even lower.

She pops the button on my jeans and then lowers the zipper. I shift a little to lower them down my ass. She reaches her hand into my boxers and strokes my cock.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, rubbing her arm and letting her take the lead.

Her finger runs over some pre-cum and she licks it off her finger. So fucking hot and not at all what I was expecting. She then shifts herself so she’s spread eagle across my waist. I don’t know what to expect from her and that entices me more.

She dips down and takes me in her mouth and I feel my balls tighten. Fuuck!

“I don’t think I’m going to last,” I pant. This is new for me. I don’t know what kind of spell she cast, but I’m in lust.

“Let go,” she says, and her tongue swirls around my shaft. Her lips wrap around me again and she takes me deep, pumping up and down, and I can’t hold on anymore. I let go like she asked, only I free fall as I come so fucking hard fireworks spark my vision.

Rebel continues to suck, swallowing all I have to offer. When I’m done, she wipes her mouth on the sleeve of her sweatshirt and lays beside me. Truth is, I want more with her. More Rebel, more of her sweet smile, more of her flushed cheeks. I’m scared of what that means, so I shut down my thoughts and we lie silently together as I hold her in my arms. I don’t want to run off or run her off. I should freak out, but I can’t because I want what just happened to happen again and again.