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

by Hannah Gray

  “The talk?” My eyebrows pull together. “What talk?”

  “You know, the talk, explaining how we felt.” She pauses. “Since we clearly didn’t feel the same way.”

  “These text messages you mentioned?” I hold my hand up. “What the fuck do you mean?”

  “Ones between you and Kenna. Where you asked her to come hop on your dick. And she said, ‘I don’t want to hurt poor Henley’s feelings. It seems like you two have something.’ ” She wipes her eyes. “And you replied, ‘Ew, Henley is a family friend. I think of her as a sister but nothing more than that. That would be fucking weird.’ ”

  Reaching over the center console, I cup her cheek. Causing her to flinch. “Henley, I’ve never texted Kenna in my life. She doesn’t even have my fucking cell phone number. And I certainly have never fucked her.” Gently, I rub her skin with my thumb. “Why wouldn’t you have thought to check the number? You know how easy it would have been for her to put in Marley’s number under my name and have her send those messages to her phone?”

  She looks ashamed. And then her face pales. “Shit.” She shakes her head. “I’m such an idiot.”

  “No, you aren’t.”

  I attempt to pull her toward me, urging her to come to my lap. But in typical Henley form, she pulls away and opens the door to the truck.

  “I just need a minute.” She climbs down. “I just need some air. This is all … a lot.”

  She shuts the door behind her. Leaving me sitting alone, finally piecing together all the dots. But I know there’s still something that I’m missing. I just don’t know what.

  “Fuck this,” I whisper in the darkness before opening my own door and following her.

  She stands beneath a tree that overlooks the river. The moon reflects it all just enough for me to see her silhouette. And I hear the water rushing in the background.

  “Henley … I thought I told you to stop running.” I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist before putting my lips to her neck. “It won’t do you any good.”

  “Weston …” she sobs. “I don’t deserve your unconditional support. All these things you do. Following me to Brooks, getting me home safely from parties, talking to the coach to get me on the team.” She wipes her eyes with her sleeve. “I don’t deserve any of it.”

  “Do I deserve for you to treat me like crap?” I ask her what I’ve always wanted to know. “Why do you do it?”

  “You wouldn’t get it.” She shakes her head. “It would sound dumb.”

  “Well, I still want to know.” I turn her around to face me, brushing her hair away from her face.

  “If I make you hate me this way, it’ll hurt less when you know the truth.”

  Whatever this is, it’s eating her alive. Call me crazy, but I’m not going to ask her what this deep, dark secret is. Not tonight anyway. When I make her mine, that’s when I’ll find out what it is. Because whatever it is, it can’t be that bad. Henley Hayes isn’t capable of doing anything that horrible.

  “Do you want me, Henley?” I grip the back of her neck. “Or do you want to fight me forever?”

  “I want you. So much that it hurts.” She blinks back tears. “But you’ll never be mine.”

  I take a few steps backward, pulling her with me until my back is against a tree. Her eyes, broken and filled with sadness, are also looking at me like they were less than an hour ago on her balcony. Consumed with need and a hunger only I can fulfill.

  Gently, I push her downward, onto her knees. She doesn’t fight me. She does exactly what I’m silently telling her to. To surrender to me.

  With one finger, I tip her chin up. “You should have come to me,” I growl. “You should have asked me if it was true.”

  “I know.” She nods. “I’m sorry.”

  “Then, you ran to him.” Even saying the words leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “Do you have any idea how angry that made me, Henley?”

  “I’m so sorry.” She tilts her head to the side. “Please, forgive me.”

  “Make me forgive you.” I keep my voice low. “Show me you want me and not him. Prove how fucking badly you want me.”

  Licking her lips, she nods slowly.

  Reaching up, she never breaks eye contact as she unbuttons my jeans and gives them a slight yank.

  When she takes my dick out, it’s already rock hard at the sight of her on her knees before me, eager and ready to give me what I want.

  Images of her sucking my cock have haunted my dreams for as long as I can remember. I’ll probably lose it the second her lips part and she takes me in.

  Fuck, this is going to be brutal.

  Leaning forward, she runs her tongue up the length of me. Immediately causing my hips to jerk.

  I grip the tree behind me with one hand and take a fistful of her hair with the other. “Christ, you’re going to kill me.”

  Running her tongue down the other side, she goes back up, and when she reaches my head, she takes me into her mouth. Slowly working her way down my shaft before sliding her lips up and down on my dick. I’m already losing my mind, and then what does she do? She fucking hums.

  “Henley,” I growl in warning and grip her hair tighter, pulling her head upward slightly. “If you don’t want me to lose it inside of that pretty mouth, you’d better use your hand.”

  She ignores me. Staring up into my eyes, she takes more of me in and quickens her pace before humming again. Her eyes look glossed over. She’s so fucking turned on right now. Part of me wants to lift her up onto my mouth and taste her too. But this is her apology. So, she’s not getting off again tonight. Although judging by the noises she’s making, she could get off just by giving me head.

  “You turned on, baby?” I narrow my eyes at her.

  “Mmm,” she moans against me and nods slightly, sending another vibration all the way to my base.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot. You must be drenched, aren’t you?”

  When I pull back, my dick slides out of her mouth, and her eyes glint with mischief.

  “Maybe. Maybe you should find out for yourself.”

  Gliding my dick between her lips again, I shake my head. “Now, what kind of apology would that be if I got you off for the second time tonight?” I tsk her. “You’ll get yours real soon, sweet cheeks. I promise.”

  Reaching around, she grips the backs of my thighs, pushing me deeper down her throat. And I can’t take a second more of it. I fucking lose myself. My eyes close, and the whole world fucking spins.

  And I don’t know if I black out or if Henley Hayes’s mouth takes me to another planet, but when I come to, she’s wiping her mouth, smiling at me.

  “Christ,” I breathe out. “I forgive you. But still, I’ll need at least one of those a week.” I pause. “What am I saying? A day.”

  I pull my jeans up and button them, and when she turns toward the truck, I slap her ass, making her squeal. “That mouth could get us into trouble, babe.”

  She’s quiet, and when I open the passenger door for her to climb in, she looks embarrassed.

  “What’s wrong?” I trail my finger up her cheek.

  “Was it really okay?” She chews her lip. “Or are you being nice?”

  Is this girl crazy?

  She just blew my fucking mind. I’ve had blow jobs before. But nothing—and I repeat, nothing—has been that fucking good.

  “It was a-fucking-mazing, Henley,” I assure her. “I almost lost it about ten seconds in. At one point, I thought of farm animals just not to embarrass myself and come too soon.”

  “Really?” she says shyly. “Do you mean that?”

  “Um … yes. One hundred percent. Why would you think I didn’t?”

  “I’ve just never … done that before.” She looks down, making her hair fall in front of her face. “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

  Her words are music to my ears. Not that I thought she’d been sleeping around. But she was a single girl and hated me, so how could I know for sure? My biggest f
ear was that she had slept with my brother. I guess the jury is still out on that, but I’m confident that she didn’t. And the fact that she never went down on him, that makes me so damn happy to hear.

  “I love that I’m the only one whose been inside this pretty mouth.” I rub my thumb over her bottom lip. “And that was mind-blowing. I’ll probably wake up hard after dreaming of it for the next fucking month. That’s how hot it was.”

  She seems relieved and smiles, a smile that even reaches her eyes, which is something I haven’t seen in forever.

  Leaning forward, I kiss her forehead. “We’d better get going. We both have early practice in the morning.”

  Her eyes look sleepy. “Thank you. For … tonight.”

  I hold her gaze. And I know she’s waiting for my reply. Probably expecting it to be sweet.

  “Thank you for … sucking me like we were the stars in a porno flick. I’ve always wanted to be a porn star.”

  She bursts out laughing and swats at me. “You’re gross.”

  “You love it.” I back away but nod at her. “Seat belt—now.”

  If I can make it back to campus without wanting to pull over and see what she feels like, wrapped around me, I’ll be doing good.

  One little taste of what it’s like, being with her this way, is all it took. I’m fucking hooked now. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough.

  twenty

  Henley

  I awaken to my body being juggled around, and I try to pull myself from my sleepy stupor. But between a swim practice I wasn’t conditioned for to traveling to Gray and back in one night, I’m wiped.

  I force my eyes open and attempt to look around, but all I see is darkness. But I know that scent anyway. It’s delicious, and it makes me want to snuggle into it harder.

  Weston.

  His strong arms hold me close, and I can tell he’s carrying me up some stairs. When he gets to the top, he takes a few steps and opens a door.

  When he gently sets me down in my bed, my eyes still don’t want to remain open. Every time I try, they roll around in my head.

  Peeling my shoes off, he starts on my jeans. I try to help him, but his deep voice speaks. “It’s okay, babe. I got you. Where’re your pajamas?”

  “Top drawer,” I try to say, but I slur. “Thanks.”

  I hear him laugh lightly. And once he gets my jeans off, I hear footsteps walk across my floor, and a drawer opens. Moments later, he pulls a pair of sleeping shorts on me.

  At his touch on my skin, I’m wide awake. My eyes open, and I take him in. “What time is it?”

  “After one in the morning.” He reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it upward. “Let’s get this off.”

  Putting my arms over my head, I let the fabric slide off my body. Next is my bra. Which he unclasps and lets fall forward. I don’t miss his eyes drinking me in, and my breath hitches as the bulge in his jeans grow bigger.

  He really shouldn’t be up here since our curfew for guests ended an hour ago. Not that we’re really supposed to have boys … men … up here anyway. But I’m too tired and too wrapped up in Weston to care.

  When he starts to pull a sleep shirt over my head, I pull back, not letting him. “Weston …” I whisper into the dim room. Only a lamp in the corner is turned on, giving me just enough light to see his beautiful face. “Please … touch me.”

  As I slide my hand under his shirt, he sharply sucks in a breath. “I shouldn’t. I’ll never want to leave if I do.” He dips his head down. “We both have practice tomorrow. You need to get some rest.”

  “Touch me anyway,” I say, watching him as he debates on what to do in his head.

  Groaning, he mutters, “Fuck it.” And he runs his hand from my neck to my breasts and right to between my legs. “What do you want, Henley?” He leans forward, running his tongue over my nipple, making me cry out. “I need you to spell it out for me. Gotta make sure you want what I want.”

  “I want you … inside of me.” I reach down and attempt to tug his jeans off. “Please. Give me everything.”

  I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. God. Knows. I. Shouldn’t.

  But he’s too good. And he’s too beautiful. And even though I’m a traitorous bitch, I need him so badly that it’s making me not think rational thoughts. Right now, all I can think about is him being inside of me, closer than we’ve ever been.

  Pulling his jeans and briefs down, he steps out of them. His length springs free, and he pumps himself in his own hand a few times, making my mouth water and making me feel even more sex-crazed than I already was.

  “How?” he says, tilting his chin up.

  “Any way that you want,” I pant. “Any way at all.”

  “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.” He looks pained. “And as much as I want to fuck you, I’m hoping you don’t have any either.” I can hear the jealousy in his voice.

  “I don’t.”

  He looks both relieved and disappointed.

  “But you don’t need one. I have an IUD. As long as … you’ve been safe with other people?” The words burn like peroxide on a wound, coming out of my mouth. The thought of him with anybody else kills my soul. “I’m clean.”

  “I’m clean too,” he assures me. “I promise.”

  “Then, please, I need you. Right now.” I sound like my life depends on this. In a way, it feels like it does.

  His eyes darken. “Get on your knees on the bed. Face the wall.”

  Greedily, I do as I was told. Shortly after, the bed shifts as he climbs behind me.

  Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulls my head back gently. “You’re going to take it and not make a sound. Understand?” He kisses my shoulder. “We don’t want the rest of the house hearing your sexy sounds, do we?”

  I shake my head, biting my lip so hard that I think I might taste blood. But I’m determined to not make a sound. I need him too damn much.

  All at once, with no warning, he thrusts inside of me. It is painful and exactly what I need. I yelp out, unable to stop myself.

  He brings his hand down on my ass—hard. “I told you, you need to be quiet, sweet cheeks.” His hand glides up my side and over my breast. Finally reaching my neck, he grips it slightly. “Do you like your ass slapped, Henley?”

  “No,” I practically moan.

  His hand comes down again, this time harder. A noise that is something between a moan and a cry escapes my throat.

  Moving his hand to my mouth, he covers it. “I think you like it. Because I think, deep down, you’re a filthy fucking girl.” His dick moves in and out of me, making me moan. “Aren’t you?”

  I nod.

  When he puts his mouth to my ear, I can feel his scruff tickle my skin.

  “Good girl. Being quiet, like I asked you.” He fucks me harder. “Goddamn, you feel so good.”

  I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember. And only with him. I can’t believe I gave something so sacred to Dane. But it was a lesson learned. Now that I’ve been with Weston, I know without a shadow of a doubt that this right here is where I’m meant to be.

  My body starts to tingle, and just as it does, he pulls out. Making me want to scream in protest. Still, I remain quiet.

  “Didn’t think I was going to give you what you wanted that easily, did you?” He tsks me. “Fuck no. Not yet.”

  Flipping me onto my back, he parts my legs and hovers over me.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He runs his hands up my thighs, landing right between my legs. “This is mine,” he growls. “Best you remember that from here on out.”

  Greedily grinding myself against him, I silently beg for more.

  Finally, he gives me what I want and slides inside of me again. “Think I can fuck you into being nicer to me?” He runs his tongue down my throat before giving me a soft bite.

  I don’t answer. Or nod. Instead, I cup his face and bring his mouth to mine. Or I attempt to.

  He pulls back. “No. Not unless you give me more than just this.”


  “What’s more?” I say, confused.

  “You can’t get what you want and give nothing in return, Henley. I’m not a fucking buffet, where you pick and choose what you take.” His voice drips with hurt. “I want answers. I want to know you’re the same as you were before. I want you to let me in,” he says, his eyes burning into mine. “If not, then all you’re getting is fucked. Nothing extra.”

  “Fine,” I hiss. “Have it your way.”

  His hand moves to my neck, and he grips it softly. “My way would be us being completely together. No secrets. No more running. My way would be you telling me the fucking truth.”

  A chill runs down my spine at his words.

  “About everything,” he adds.

  Hooking my legs around his back, I grind myself against him. “Then, for now, let’s stick to fucking.”

  He looks angry. And after a few moments, we have something I’ve only heard about.

  Hate sex.

  Weston

  I pound into her like she’s unbreakable. Over and over again. Making her hold back cries. And I don’t care. If she wants me to ease up, all she has to fucking do is say so.

  I want nothing more than to kiss those plump lips. But kissing would emotionally connect us. If she can’t give anything, well, she isn’t getting anything either.

  She’s so close. I could be an ass and punish her. Pull out right before she got there. But I’m chasing down that same feeling. And I’m feeling greedy right now.

  “You close?” I say against her shoulder.

  She nods once, her breathing shallow and erratic before she clenches around me. That’s all it takes for my body to give in. Pouring every ounce of myself into her. Seeing her body shiver as she falls apart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

  Once we finish, I waste no time in sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up.

  If she isn’t ready to give me it all, she sure as fuck isn’t getting cuddles after sex.

  “I have to go,” I say, pulling my jeans on. “Early practice and day full of classes.”