Wide Open

by Tracey Ward

  I stare in shock at the scene, unsure I just saw what I think I saw. I find Kurtis in the crowd of Kodiaks still on the field. He looks as stunned as I feel, and when his eyes find mine, I know it’s true.

  Tyus Anthony just quit the Kodiaks.

  Thank you for reading WIDE OPEN!

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  Rookie Mistake

  Sugar Rush

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  Book #1 of the North Star series.

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  Jenna Monroe never cared which side of the tracks I came from. She didn't care what my reputation was, what my face looked like, or what my body could do. She never asked for anything but me. The real me.

  The boxer.

  The orphan.

  The animal.

  I met her my senior year when she was just a thirteen year old kid with honest eyes and fire in her veins. She was the greatest friend I'd ever known and I loved her like blood. I fought for her, I protected her, and as she grew older I wanted her. Now my biggest worry isn't how to keep her safe from the world.

  It's how the hell am I going to keep her safe from me?

  Chapter One

  “Where the hell did Kellen go?” Will asked.

  “Beats me,” Callum slurred. “One minute he was here… then… you know. Poof.”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened. Great job, Callum.”

  “Bonfire.”

  “What? Jesus, man, you almost ate shit into the sand! Stop moving!”

  “Nah, nah, nah, nah, see, ‘cause he’s over there. By the fire. By the water. The fire is getting closer to the water. It’s drifting too close. It’s gonna go out.”

  Will sighed audibly. “It’s not going to go out and the fire isn’t moving toward the waves, the wave—never mind. I’m not arguing with you when you’re drunk.”

  “’Cause you know you’ll lose!” Callum shouted triumphantly, the shadow of his stocky frame elongated to incredible heights by the distant light of the party.

  “No, because you’re an idiot. Come on. Let’s go look for him by the fire and for the love of God, do not fall into it. I’m not pulling you out again.”

  “I didn’t fall in the fire.”

  “Then why do you only have one shoe?” Will asked impatiently.

  “Holy shit,” Callum mumbled, stunned. “I only have one shoe. When did that happen?”

  “When you stepped in the fire.”

  “Where’s my other shoe?” Callum demanded, his voice rising with panic.

  Feet shuffled over the sand, followed by a loud grunt.

  “Kellen has it,” Will lied. “Find him and you find your damn shoe. Now get up out of the sand.”

  “Help me make a sandcastle.”

  “I’ll kill you and bury you here before I help you build sandcastles. Get. Up.”

  Nina muffled a giggle into her hand, her body shaking with silent laughter under my palms.

  “Shhh,” I hissed, reminding her to stay quiet.

  She looked up at me with bright eyes glowing in the shadows of the trees just at the edge of the sand. We’d left the party to sneak away into the patch of forest down the beach, hoping no one else would come this far. So far we were dead wrong.

  A few minutes ago I’d spotted the telltale glow of a cigarette or a joint somewhere deeper in the trees to my left, then Will and Callum had shown up looking for me. Luckily Nina and I were tucked far enough into the dark that they couldn’t find us. Her shirt was off, tossed somewhere nearby on the sand, and my pants were still up, but just barely. Nothing holding them in place but the cockblockers now stumbling away down the beach.

  “Your friends are wasted,” Nina whispered, still laughing.

  “Only one of them is my friend. Callum is a teammate and an idiot.”

  “Will sounds pissed that he’s playing babysitter.”

  “Uh huh,” I mumbled, burying my face in her neck and picking up where I’d been forced to leave off. “He’s going to have play the role a little bit longer.”

  “Mmm,” she hummed, going soft and pliant in my hands. “Maybe a lot longer?”

  I pressed her harder into the tree behind her as I ran my hands over her naked sides, up to her bra, pushing it aside until her big breasts were overflowing in my hands. They felt heavy and soft, and when I dropped my lips to their tip they tasted salty like sweat. I lapped at her, circling her nipple until finally I pulled her in and sucked at her hard in a purposeful rhythm. She moaned deep and low in her throat, so I squeezed her harder, pinching painfully the way she liked. The way that made her desperate and wet.

  Nina’s hands were dropping. Sliding down to my hips and nudging my pants gently until they fell in a pile at my feet. Until my dick was almost free, pushing hard at the confines of my boxers. Begging to get out, to get inside.

  “Do you have a condom with you?” she breathed, her fingers skating across the hem of my boxers, then sliding slowly inside. Her long nails brushed across my tip in a sharp scratch that made me shiver.

  I slipped my mind out of the driver’s seat, going on autopilot. Gearing up for the main event. “I always have one.”

  “Even when you’re not with me?” she sighed.

  I paused, fighting the urge to groan in annoyance. This question was coming up a lot lately. “I’m only ever with you, Nina,” I told her patiently.

  “You promise?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  I pulled back, raising a distrustful eyebrow at her. “Okay?”

  “Yeah, it’s okay.”

  I leaned in close to her again, hunching down to her height to press the side of my face against hers until our bodies were perfectly in line and her mouth was at my ear. I drove my hand into the back of her jeans, taking firm hold of her ass so I could grind my bulging boxers against her pussy. She whimpered, needy and wanton, and it made me twitch against her. My cock jumped, pushed, taking over with a mind of its own.

  “Come back,” Nina groaned, pushing on my shoulders to make me look down at her. “I want you to look at me.”

  I shook my head tightly. “I’d rather hear you.”

  “And I want to see you.”

  “Shhh.”

  “I want to see your eyes,” she whimpered.

  I ignored her. I kept my face pressed close against hers, my free hand on the rough bark of the tree behind her scratching my palm to shit. I breathed in and out twice, steeling myself.

  “Hey,” she demanded more forcefully. “I want you to look at me, dammit.”

  I hung my head, frustrated as I snapped back to reality. “I heard you.”

  “Then why aren’t you doing it?”

  “Because it’s not me. You know that.”

  She pushed against my chest hard, shoving me a step back until we were separated. Her eyes were hot and angry as she glared at me. “You never look at me when we have sex. Why?”

  I sighed heavily, sick of this argument, and not just with her. With all of them. “I’ve told you, I just don’t.”

  “Three months and nothing. No eye contact even once. What the hell is that? What’s wrong with you?”

  “More than you want to deal with.”

  “I could be any girl in the world because you’re never looking at my face. Is that why you do it? So you can fantasize about other girls?”

  “No.”

  “I’m surprised you even say my name,” she spat, winding herself up. “Aren’t you worried you’ll use the wrong one?”

  And there it was. The inevitable accusation that I was a liar and cheater. Second time in five minutes. She was going for a record.

  She’d been on my case ever since the first time we had sex. She thought sex somehow meant we were closer than before, connected somehow, but to me it meant the opposite. I never looked at her or anyone else during, and I pulled away immediately after. I wasn’t a cuddler. Sex to
girls seemed to be some validation of my emotional attachment to them, when really it was when I was the most distant. My body was there, but my mind was gone. Hidden away somewhere else while I ran through the motions and registered the pleasure. I liked sex, don’t get me wrong. In fact, I loved it, but what I loved was the feel of it. Not the girls.

  Nina was right about one thing – she could have been any girl in the world. As long as it felt good, it wouldn’t have mattered to me.

  I leaned over to pull my pants up, resigned to the fact that this was no longer happening. Any of it. “I’ve never called a girl by the wrong name.”

  “Am I supposed to be impressed by that?”

  “I don’t care,” I replied coolly.

  “Of course you don’t. That’s just it. You don’t care. You’re such an asshole!”

  “Why?” I demanded, exasperated. “Because I won’t stare at you like a lunatic while I’m inside you? It’s weird.”

  “It’s intimate!”

  “It’s not me,” I repeated. “I said it at the very start. It’s not me.”

  She took a sharp, shuddering breath before whispering shakily, “Then this relationship isn’t me.”

  “I understand that.”

  “You understand it, but you don’t care.”

  “I do, but it’s not going to change.”

  Her eyes welled with tears. “You mean you aren’t going to change.”

  “Neither are you.”

  “What? So that’s it?”

  I spotted her shirt on the ground. I leaned down to pick it up, then offered it to her. “What else is there?”

  She stared at me in shock before snatching the shirt from my hand and running from the trees.

  Just like that, another girl at Weston High hated my face.

  I didn’t like it. I wasn’t a fan of the fact that I was steadily being considered more and more of a manwhore, douchebag, asshole, but that’s the image that gets cut of you when you can’t manage to date a girl longer than a couple months and it always ends ugly. And the thing that always ends it is that you’re cold. Distant.

  It started going around last year when I was a Junior that I refused to commit to anyone. One girlfriend said I had cheated on her and suddenly every girl I dated after that was convinced I was cheating on them too. You can tell a girl you’ve never been unfaithful – to them or any other woman – until you’re blue in the face, but she’s never going to believe you. If she already has it in her head that you’re a liar, then you’re a liar. End of story.

  Bitch of it is that I’ve never cheated on anyone, not once. I’m not a piece of shit and I’m not a coward. If I’m not feeling my situation, I change it. It’s as easy as that. No, I don’t like breaking up with girls and hurting feelings, it doesn’t give me some sick egotistical rush, but I also don’t like wasting my time or theirs. If I know a relationship is over, I end it. Like tonight with Nina. She’d been harping on the cheating shit for too long. The trust was gone and I hadn’t done anything to lose it, it was all her own insecurities. I can’t fix that, and honestly, she and I weren’t worth the effort anyway.

  They all wanted the same thing, exactly the thing that I was notorious for being unable to deliver – closeness. That emotional connection. The hand holding and staring into each other’s eyes. I couldn’t stomach it. I’d never been able to. And it wasn’t because I didn’t care about them, it was because I simply wasn’t wired that way. My wiring had been crossed and hacked and built against code for so many years that it was amazing I was even still standing. It was also amazing they kept trying. That girls still wanted to date me knowing the reputation I had.

  It came down to my face. My body. My wrong-side-of-the-tracks-boxing-champion status. I was hot, edgy, dangerous, thrilling. It was all superficial, so if they came into the relationship that way, what right did they have to be mad at me when I wanted to keep it that way?

  I stared down the dark stretch of private beach leading to the bonfire where all of the trust funders of wealthy Weston High were partying and laughing, and I wondered why I even bothered anymore.

  I was at the start of my Senior year, the scholarship kid from the ghetto watching my ‘peers’ line up colleges, internships, and engagements. Everyone was prepping to take that great leap up into the gilded world their parents had poised them to enter, and I knew our paths were about to split. They would go their way, I would go mine, and I wondered if it wasn’t a really good thing that Nina and I had fizzled out tonight. Maybe it was time to stop playing Cinderella at the ball and get back to reality.

  “Just stop,” a voice whimpered from behind me.

  I spun around, my eyes scanning the dark trees. They struggled to adjust after looking into the fire. Darkness seemed darker, shadows were deeper, and any shot I had at seeing where I was going was lost before I even started.

  That didn’t stop me from bolting forward.

  I spotted the red glow of a joint burning on an inhale, caught a whiff of cannabis on the wind, and headed straight for it.

  As I burst into a clearing, heads turned to stare at me in surprise.

  There was a small crowd of three people – one girl and two guys. The girl had dark hair and a dark fleece jacket zipped up high around her despite the warm night. The guy in front of her was a little shorter than I was but built like a brick shit house. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew him immediately. I’d met him on the football field often enough to recognize his shape.

  “What do you want, Coulter?” Jenner demanded.

  I ignored him, focusing on the girl. “Are you okay?”

  Jenner took a menacing step toward me. “She’s fine. We’re taking good care of her. Get lost.”

  “Take it easy, Jenner,” I warned him, irritated that he was trying to crowd me. “She sounded upset. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

  “She’s great. Get lost.”

  She wouldn’t look at any of us. She’d turned her face away toward the other side of the trees where the road was just out of sight. I watched her shoulders shake. She brought her fist to her mouth to stifle the noise. The crying.

  I knew that stance. In my neighborhood it was more common than sunshine in California. Crying women, angry men, alcohol and drugs in the air. The booze they drank here may have been better, the cars and the women sleeker, but in the dark it all looked the same.

  Ugly.

  “Do you want to leave?” I asked her gently.

  Jenner put himself between us. “She’s not going anywhere.”

  My palms began to itch. I looked over Jenner’s head to see the girl. “Do you want to stay here with him?” I asked her plainly.

  She shook her head, her watery eyes locked on mine like I was a raft in the middle of the empty ocean.

  “Do you want to go home?”

  “Yes,” she croaked.

  Jenner shoved me in the chest.

  It surprised the hell out of me, but more than anything it pissed me off. My blood roared angry in my veins but I breathed deeply, trying to pull it down.

  “She leaves when I say she leaves,” Jenner growled.

  I shook my head in amazement. “Are you serious?”

  “Dead serious.”

  “Go home and sleep it off. You’ll have plenty of other chances to emotionally abuse her later, but tonight she’s finished.”

  He stepped closer until we were nearly nose to nose. It was a bad move on his part. I didn’t like feeling caged.

  “You think you’re such hot shit just because the girls here get wet when you walk down the hall,” he whispered, his voice stale and hot in my face, “but you’re nothing and they know it. Enjoy it while it lasts because in another year you’ll be working some construction job putting money in my dad’s pocket and none of them will ever look at you again.”

  “Easy,” I said darkly. “You don’t want to go hurting my feelings.”

  He grinned drunk and sloppy, his breath rebounding off my face. It stunk of wh
isky and pot. Suddenly he stepped back, taking me by surprise again. It was really starting to annoy me. I became very interested in watching his hands. His shoulders. The footing he chose. If he threw a punch, I wanted to know where it was coming from.

  “You know what? Fine. Take her. Have fun with her.” He stepped aside, gesturing for the girl to pass like he was a perfect gentleman who had just opened a door for her. “You’ll do me a favor by bangin’ her, poor boy. The little brat can call you ‘daddy’.”

  The girl dropped her hand from her mouth to glare at him. “You’re such a jerk!” she sobbed.

  “She calls you ‘daddy’?” the other guy snickered. “Girl is a freak.”

  I held my hand out to her. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  She nodded as she stepped toward me. She reached out her hand to take mine, but just as she was putting her back to him, Jenner made one last move.

  He pressed his burning joint to the exposed skin of her hand.

  She jerked back with a surprised cry, her eyes going wide with pain.

  That’s when I lost it.

  I came at him from the side and grabbed his hand holding the joint. I got a grip on his thumb and yanked back roughly until he cried out.

  Almost immediately I took a hit from behind. I can’t say I was surprised, but I was still angry. Jenner’s friend knocked me to the ground, snapping my neck back hard and crushing me under his shockingly hefty weight. Dry, dead grass and sand scraped against my skin as I pushed off against the ground, immediately using all the leverage I could find to lift him up and off me. I was able to throw him back before he could square himself over me and pin me down, but Jenner jumped on in his place, shoving me to the ground again.

  I saw a bright pink blur fly past my face, heard Jenner cry out and go limp for a second. It was all the time I needed. I pushed up again, taking him with me and making my arms shout with exertion. I was able to throw him off before he got himself together. I jumped forward, landing on my hands and knees looking down at dark earth and the girl’s shoes.

  Bright pink. She’d kicked Jenner in the face.