Hate You, Henley: An Enemies To Lovers Sports Romance (Brooks University Book 3)

by Hannah Gray

  When I first woke up this morning, I decided something. There are two ways to bring Henley Hayes back to life. And not only that, but to also solve this sexual tension that has been growing between us. I mean, fucking hell, I can only walk around with blue balls for so long. Won’t they eventually fall off?

  Option one would be to give her space. Do that whole if you love someone, let them go, and if they love you, they’ll return blah, blah, blah shit. Which we all know is complete bullshit. You tell someone that when you feel like a dick for breaking up with them. It’s basically the same as saying it’s not you; it’s me. I’ve used that on chicks I’ve hooked up with. I couldn’t exactly say, There’s a chick—Henley. She’s basically the she-devil. But I fucking love her. That wouldn’t have gone over too well.

  Then, there’s option two: Put the pressure on her. Make her know that I want her. And then show her that if she spends her time screaming out my name instead of screaming at me, well, it would be a much better use of our time.

  I think I’ll go with the latter. That sounds much more enjoyable. Plus, it means I’d get to keep my balls because they wouldn’t fall off. I like my balls. I’d like to keep them.

  This fundraiser tomorrow will be a perfect time to test her limits. And I, for one, can’t fucking wait.

  Cats like to play with their prey before they eat it. Let’s just say … I’m planning that same thing. And I bet she’ll taste as good as she looks.

  thirteen

  Weston

  “Hey, boys!” the same chick from the party, who is also in charge of this fundraiser we’ve been summoned to, says. “Thank you so much for coming. It will help us tremendously to meet our goal.”

  We all nod. Other than Knox.

  He winks. “Anything to help out. We love charities and shit.”

  I side-glance Cole, whose lip twitches in amusement at Knox’s choice of words. Everyone should have a friend like Knox to keep things light and interesting. In a way, Knox reminds me of Dane. Only the Dane before I hated him.

  “Well, I’ll show you where to go.” She smiles. “I’m Claire, by the way. The sorority’s president.” Her eyes shift to mine awkwardly. “If you need anything today, please, don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Once she points us in the right direction, we gaze around. The entire practice arena is covered with stations, where games, food, and booths are set up.

  A few guys from the hockey team spot us and nod their chins. I hold my hand up in a wave.

  “That’s Cam Hardy from the hockey team. I hear he’s good.” Knox shoves a mouthful of popcorn in his mouth. “Actually, I hear all those dudes standing over there are good.”

  “Dude, where did you find popcorn? You’ve been next to us the whole time, and I never saw you stop.” I laugh and shake my head. “And you call me Houdini?”

  “There was some chick passing it out. I grabbed some.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m not about to say no to some free food.”

  “Did you leave a donation at least?” Cole’s eyes widen at Knox, who looks confused. “You do realize this is a fundraiser. Where they, you know, try to raise money.” He points to the popcorn in his hand. “They don’t earn money from you eating all their food, you knucklehead.”

  “Oh. Fuck,” Knox mutters and walks away. No doubt going to find the girl he took the popcorn from and offer money.

  Cole laughs, clutching his stomach.

  “What’s so funny?” I tip my chin up, confused.

  “They don’t take donations for food. You leave a donation when you come in or go out. Everything is free.” He pauses. “Aside from the raffle.”

  “So, the girl he’s chasing down, who’s handing out popcorn, isn’t actually taking money?”

  “Right.” He pauses. “Seemed funnier in my head.” He shrugs. “Always fun, fucking with Knoxy boy.”

  I chuckle. It’s true. And it doesn’t take much to get Knox Carter wound up.

  I look around to find her. And right away, my eyes land on Henley. She’s wearing a Brooks U ball cap over her long dark-blonde hair and a Brooks U T-shirt. She’s busy, writing something, as she sits in her folding chair at a table, so she hasn’t seen me yet. Which is good. She won’t be able to come up with some smart-ass comment.

  Walking over to her, I drink her in. And then I force myself to be a dick.

  “Well, well, well. I almost didn’t recognize you.” I lean down against her booth, making myself almost level with her in her chair. “Since … you know, you aren’t drunk.”

  Her blue eyes snap up. Yet she doesn’t look surprised. “Day’s still young, baby. Day’s still young,” she tosses back before putting her sunglasses on.

  “You sometimes act like a moron.”

  She shrugs. Acting like she’s fucking bored. “And you always act like a dick.”

  “You know it.” I wink. “But I bet you’d still like a ride on my dick, wouldn’t you, Henley?”

  Anytime I throw a sexual comment at her, she acts feisty. But I also watch as she clenches her thighs. If turning her on is what it’s going to take to get close to her, I can play real dirty.

  “Do you want to buy a raffle ticket or not, asshole?” She sounds flustered.

  “I’ll take ten, if you fill them out.” My glare holds hers. “I’m not standing here long enough to do it.”

  A sweet smile spreads across her face as she holds her hand out for the money. And as soon as I pay her, she quickly gets to work on writing my name on all of them before folding them up and handing them to me.

  “Like I said”—she moves her head with attitude—“you’re always a dick. Making me write your tickets?” She gives me a malicious look. “Dick.”

  I shrug. “Maybe I am a dick. But guess what, sweet cheeks?” I hold her eyes with mine. “Dick or not, I bet, under this table, you’re clenching those thighs real fucking tight. Aren’t you?” I purr. “That’s what thinking about riding me does to you. Doesn’t it, Henley?”

  “No.” She shivers, trying to get her composure. “Not at all.”

  “Sure it doesn’t.” I run my tongue over my lips. “But your body tells me different.” I wink and start to walk away before noticing a group of girls fast approaching me. All with their tits up and batting their lashes.

  “Hey, Weston,” one coos.

  “Nice of you to make it,” drawls another.

  “Hey, ladies. Happy to be here. It’s for a good cause.” I continue to take a few steps, not wanting to stop and talk to these girls.

  “Weston?” Henley loudly calls over toward us. “About that problem—the essential oils I use are made for sleeping, but I don’t have any to help make your … you know … bigger.” She holds her fingers up, measuring a tiny space between them. “If someone loves you though, they’ll be okay with you having a small pee-pee. It’s about what’s in here that counts.” She pats her chest.

  I glare at her as her face breaks into a proud fucking smirk. The girls awkwardly walk away, one by one. Which is fine. I didn’t want them up my ass anyway.

  I hold my narrowed eyes on hers. “I promise, sweet cheeks, you’re going to pay for that,” I tell her truthfully. “Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But I will get you back.”

  She called my dick small in front of her own sorority. Which is ironic because she’s never even seen it before.

  I’d say she needs to.

  Maybe my plan didn’t go exactly how I’d imagined. But that’s okay. I’m still not worried.

  Henley Hayes will give in soon enough. And not just give in. She’ll fucking beg for me to take her any way I see fit.

  And when I unfold my tickets and read each one, I realize I need to up my game for her feisty ass.

  I look at the words—You’re a dick. Hate you. Henley—one last time, and I stuff them back into my pocket.

  Henley

  Take that, asshole.

  Oh, the sheer happiness I just got from announcing Weston had a tiny penis was just too good.

/>   Truthfully, I haven’t seen it to know if it’s small. Also, I don’t even use essential oils. Never have. But … his comment about not recognizing me sober was uncalled for. He deserved it.

  I’m running the raffle booth. Which is easy enough. But it also puts me right in Weston’s line of vision. Which is annoying because I can practically feel his eyes on me. Basically burning a hole in my body. He’s likely plotting his revenge. He’s probably going home after this and making a voodoo doll that looks like me. He’ll stab it with toothpicks or hold it underwater. I can see it all now.

  Still … it was worth it.

  With my sunglasses on, I secretly watch him all day with the kids. He jokes around, and he lets them win when they play a quick game of football. He does everything right. He’s always been that guy. The one who has everyone swooning.

  “Okay, girl, I’ve been here for, like, three minutes, and you’re basically drooling over Weston Wade. You haven’t even noticed me once.” Layla’s voice breaks me from my trance. “What gives?”

  Straightening myself out, I avert my eyes to anywhere besides him. “We’ve just known each other for a long time. That’s all.” I narrow my eyes at her. “And I was not drooling.”

  “Girrrl. Yes. Yes, you were.” She wags her finger. “But anyhoo, good kind of know? Or a bad kind of know?” She pulls a folding chair from the booth next to mine and sits down. “Because there’s something between the two of you. He’s been watching you too.”

  I sigh, side-eying him once more before turning back toward her. I like Layla. And something tells me I can trust her. That she’s a good one.

  “We were best friends. I thought he wanted more. He went away, and I learned that he really never did want anything with me.” I blow out a breath. “Guess he was getting enough from other girls while he was sleeping around.”

  “Jerk,” her voice clips. “But … is that … that’s it?”

  I cringe. I’m not proud of how I got revenge for being butthurt that he didn’t feel the same way as I did. But I might as well come clean. Saying the words out loud might feel good. “I slept with his brother. And it was awful. So awful that I cried after. But then we became best friends.” I grimace. “Well … until we weren’t. We still talk, but now … it’s awkward.”

  Yep … it definitely did not help to say the words out loud. In fact, I feel much, much worse now.

  “Awkward between you and Weston?” she says, confused.

  “No.” I shake my head. “His twin brother, Dane.”

  Her eyes narrow slightly as her brain dissects it all. “So … let me get this straight. You were best friends with Weston. But then you heard he was hooking up with other girls. So, you were all like, Hey, Dane, let’s get it on. And then it was horrible. So, you cried. And then you and Dane became best friends? Then, you stopped being friends. But you still shitcanned Weston. And now, you and he have this weird, palpable I hate you but want to bang you tension?”

  “Yep, that’s basically it.” I nod. “I couldn’t have said it better myself actually.”

  Leaning back in her chair, she watches the guys on the field. Her lips turn up as she slowly nods her head. “I think we’ll get along well. You and I. You see, I might seem all soft-spoken and normal, but … secretly … I’m a little cray-cray.”

  “Aren’t we all though?” I breathe out a laugh.

  “Word, sister. Word.”

  After I had sex with Dane, we didn’t talk for a while. But then we went through something horrific together. So, it pushed us back toward each other, and senior year, we became really close again. Both partying to escape the pain we had. But then graduation came. And things got weird when he told me once more how he felt for me. Since then, we’re back to being uncomfortable and awkward. After we went through what we did, I thought he knew I was clinging to him simply because we were connected by a traumatic event. But instead, he thought it would bring us together … romantically. So, once again, I led him on.

  Weston doesn’t know the truth about us. And I’ve pushed him away so that he never finds out. I only wish he and Dane could make up and be close like they were before I ruined it.

  fourteen

  Weston

  “You boys looked like you had fun out there.” Coach grins. “Thanks for doing this. You showed up and proved your character to be true. You did good.”

  “I mean … you didn’t exactly give us a choice, Coach.” Cole takes a sip of his Coke and sighs. “But I’m glad we came. It was a good day. And a good cause.”

  “That it was, Storm. That it was.” He tips his cap down and turns toward the exit. “See you boys in the morning. We need to start studying those Florida tapes. They won last night too. And I want some input from you, Wade, on your brother.” He calls over his shoulder, “Don’t be up too late with any of these pretty girls. Can’t be having my athletes late!”

  “See ya, Coach.” I nod and hold my hand up, as do Cole and Knox, who then turn to me. “What?”

  Knox scratches his head. “Dude, it’s crazy that you have a twin brother, and we’re playing his team next. He’s a beast on the field. Not as good as our Storm, but he kills it, man. What’s the deal? You never even talk about him.”

  Cole just stands there, looking like he’s curious too. He doesn’t really get involved in anyone’s business, but I can tell he wants to hear the answer.

  I really don’t want to get into this with them. Especially right now, with Henley in the arena somewhere. I still haven’t told them about her.

  So, I just look at them blankly and say, “There’s nothing really to tell. He’s my twin. He’s the quarterback for Florida. That’s about it. Just drop it for now, okay?”

  They both just look at me and nod.

  Then, Knox says with a smirk, “His dick is bigger than yours, isn’t it? You jealous? That why you don’t want to talk about him?”

  Cole and I just look at each other and shake our heads.

  “Knox, you are …” I look at Cole for some help. “Special.”

  We all start laughing. I’m just grateful the conversation is over, and I don’t have to explain my relationship with Dane today.

  Once we stop laughing, I look around. Girls swarm around to pick up what’s left of the event. They lift tables and fold chairs. I’m impressed because none of them are batting their lashes, trying to get the men to do it. Still, I wasn’t raised to sit back and watch.

  Turning to the guys, I nod my chin toward the girls. “Let’s help them get this shit picked up.”

  “Fuck,” Cole mutters but starts stalking toward the nearest booth, Knox trailing closely behind.

  “Need a hand?” I say to a girl struggling to get the legs folded on a table.

  Her eyes look up at me and widen a fraction. “Uh … sure. That’d be … great.” She nods.

  “It’s no problem.” I kneel down, folding the legs and picking the table up. “Where am I taking this?”

  “Just over by the entrance, right there.” She points. “Thank you. I’m Layla, by the way.”

  “Weston,” I say over my shoulder and start heading toward the entrance.

  At Henley’s booth, Cam Hardy leans against her table. Making her laugh so hard that she’s clutching her stomach. And instantly pissing me off.

  Nobody makes my girl laugh like that besides me.

  Well … I used to. I haven’t in a long time—that’s for sure.

  Cam is on Brooks’s hockey team. Not to mention, he’s their star player. And cocky as hell. And now, he’s flirting with what’s mine. I can’t let shit like this slide.

  After I drop the table off, I walk back toward the field, and Henley heads toward me, carrying a huge stack of folding chairs. Too many for her. But she’s always been one to test her own strength. I’m just fucking thankful she isn’t talking to Hardy anymore.

  “What’s the matter? Cam couldn’t offer to help?” I shake my head. “What a tool.”

  “He’s behind me with the rest,
you moron.” She rolls her eyes and continues to trudge past me.

  Taking a few steps, I wrestle them away from her. Which is amusing because she fights me every step of the way.

  I frown at her and start to walk away. “You don’t need to carry that many chairs. Don’t be dumb.”

  “Damn it, Weston!” She growls behind me. Like she’s a fucking rottweiler or some shit. “I can carry chairs by myself!”

  Stopping, I take one chair out of the stack of six she had. “Well then, here you go. Here’s your chair.”

  “Ugh! You know what I meant. You know what? Never mind.” She grabs the chair and stomps off. Giving me a perfect view of her ass as she walks angrily away from me. I see Cam coming behind us, so I walk behind her, blocking that cocksucker’s view.

  As we get to the entrance and set our things down, she walks over to her sorority sisters. And of course, fuckstick Cam goes next to her, poking her in the side, making her giggle. An obnoxious, high-pitched giggle that doesn’t even sound like it could come from the mouth of the Henley I know.

  I grind my teeth, watching them interact.

  As they start to walk away together, a smile creeps onto my face. “Oh, Henley?” I call to her, watching her shoulders visibly tense from my voice.

  When she keeps walking, I yell her name again. “Henley Hayes!”

  A few of her sisters tap her on the back and point to me. Cam turns and eyes me suspiciously.

  Reluctantly, she turns slowly.

  “What?” she says bluntly.

  “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t super sore. You know, after I fucked you so rough last night.”

  Her face turns red, and her eyes turn black.

  “You’re walking a little funny, so I was concerned.” I shrug. “I’m a good guy like that.”

  A few girls gasp. And Cam looks uncomfortable.

  Strutting past them, I drop my lips to her ear. “Payback is a bitch.”

  Henley