Reckless Hate: A Bully High School Romance (enemies-friends-enemies-lovers-enemies) (Westbrook Blues Book 1)

by Thandiwe Mpofu

“Noah and Kim will be there.” I breath out, feeling heat at my back.

  Arousal.

  Sharp and strong arousal hits me like a freight train as soon as a hard, large chest presses into my back.

  “Who is home with you” Emmett’s rich, sexy voice comes through the line.

  A strong, large arm wounds around my waist. My heart pounds so damn loud.

  “Right now, I have no idea who is in the house.” I quickly say, trying to concentrate but I can’t. “Fuck, Em, I can’t stay mad at you and you can’t stay away from me. Come the fuck over and let’s talk!” I rush to say, trying to clear my head but I’m losing.

  Emmett remains silent, it makes me freaking nervous. I whisper, knowing that Ace can hear every single word but I don’t fucking care, these are my boys.

  “I miss you, okay.”

  “Okay, I’m coming.” He responds then and I sigh in relief, my body melting into Ace. “But I’m drinking!”

  Ace grabs the phone from me before I can reply and growls into it in a deep, angry pissed of growl that makes me shiver. I try to turn around but he presses me into the rail of the balcony, making sure that I don’t move at all.

  “Come in an hour.” And with that he disconnects the call then he throws my phone to the blankets and turn around quickly, about to give Ace a piece of my mind.

  “Hey, you can’t just come. . .”

  As soon as I turn in his arms though, his other hand comes to my chin., tugging and he moves swiftly, silencing me with a deep, merciless kiss that drenches my panties in an instant. All my common sense jumps over the railing, as he expertly kisses me.

  My chest twists.

  My body melts, actually melts into him.

  His kiss is rough, fast and deep. He doesn’t stop to let me breath, he punishes me with that kiss. To my horror, I kiss him back with just as much heat and anger incased in passion. I think about this morning, I think about the explosive way we react to each other.

  I know I shouldn’t be responding to his kiss like this but I. Can’t. Fucking. Help. It.

  This is harder than I thought. Everything is hard, including the explosive morning I had with Ace after a spectacular night where he pushed my boundaries beyond what I would ever allow.

  I trust him.

  The realization dawns on me like a freaking light bulb. I trust Ace even after all this time. What does that fucking say about me? But then, I can’t deny him a single thing. The thought of refusal is not in me when it comes to Ace.

  “You don’t fucking say all of that to my face then run away from me.” He grits out as soon as he steps back, but not to give space. That’s not where this is going.

  His arm wraps around my waist again, then he hoists me up, forcing my shorts clad legs to wrap around his hard torso. I wrap my arms around him, staring into his hard eyes and climb him like a damn tree. I make contact with his hardness when he cups my ass in his hands.

  Fuck. That’s hot. He’s so damn hot, I can’t breath properly.

  “I will say whatever the hell I please.” I grit out in anger. How dare him coming here to give a lecture about what I can or can’t do? He gives me whiplash to be honest. He is so damn unattainable, sexy as hell and so damn indifferent to everything, I can’t deal with all of that.

  His eyes are dark and dilated, the blue so damn dark it’s almost black. I can feel the tension radiating within him and into me. We stare at each, his eyes growing darker the longer we stare at each other until he growls and then he kisses me again.

  He kisses me until I’m lax with pleasure, desperately needing something, anything, to get this pressure off of me. I’m aroused to the point of pain, and he kisses me. He sucks my lower lip so damn deliciously, I can’t help but moan in pleasure. Then he bites down on it, hard.

  “Fuck!” I breath out.

  “Goddamn that mouth of yours.”

  But he isn’t done with me, he turns around walking me somewhere but keeps kissing me and soon I’m laid down on my bed with a large, hot male hovering over me. My chest is heavy, my breathing is heavy but I can’t stop grinding on him.

  Thank God I changed my bed sheets when I came back home! It’s the little things. . .

  “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  He says the words like a damn command, by this point I’m so delirious I all but manage to scoot over and I watch him remove his shirt, revealing that broad chest with little bits of his sexy as fuck ink, coming from the back, that I still can’t make out.

  “Noah and Kim are on their way.”

  “Not for another hour.”

  Noah did say he will show up in an hour. I realize then that Ace had told Noah to delay

  “Is that all I am to you? An hour of fun?” I sit up, common sense coming back to me now.

  He smirks then, watching me. He reaches over and kisses me softly. I think I drown in that kiss.

  It’s so damn tender, sweet but it wracks havoc in me like nothing else. He reaches over, pulls my shirt off. Once its off, he continues to kiss me. Need throbs in me, quickly taking over every piece of me.

  I’m starting to realize that the need I have for Ace will probably never go away, even if I don’t want to want him, I still do. It drives me crazy.

  That need is so damn strong, overpowering and consuming, casting us in a haze of lust. He leans in, nuzzles my cheek with his, then his breath tingles my neck as he leans in to whisper in my ear.

  “I don’t think you are ready to talk about what you are to me, but yes in the next hour I’ll be in you.”

  A tremor wracks through me. I think I just stopped breathing, all my anger dissolving. How does he do that? Say the vilest things in such a soft, cold manner but it comes across as sexual to me?

  My bra snaps off in that moment. He silences whatever protest I was about to say with another kiss, this one amped up in heat and intensity. He is literally fucking with my head and my body at the same time.

  His large hands cup both my breasts as he kisses me. I almost jump off the bed when he twists and flicks my hardened nipples at the same fucking time.

  Fuck me. . .

  “I will and you are going to fucking love it. Get addicted to it.” He breathes out, watching me with a cloudy gaze filled with desire. I guess mine were the same because he growls then leans in and kisses me again.

  Oh my god.

  My heart is pounding so dam hard, I’m sure he can feel it.

  I can hear the tearing sound of fabric in background and realize that he just tore my boy shorts off. How he does it, I don’t know but the next thing I know, I’m completely naked, spread out on the bed, being kissed by the boy who I think I’ve loved and hated for so long, we can’t actually function without the extremities of our emotions.

  “Ace.” I choke out.

  He kisses me then but this time his lips are hard against mine, then soon, they are coaxing, just as he slips two fingers in me, fucking me in earnest with them.

  Could it get better after last night? Could he take me to new levels? Yeah, he can and he does.

  “Fuck, baby.” He groans, looking down at me, my pussy clenching around his fingers in me.

  I can’t keep my hands to myself. I wound them around his neck and tug at the hair there. Our kiss gets violent, fast and so damn hot. A sheen of sweat covers us both. I’m feverish, wanting him with an intensity that threatens to break me. Break us.

  He leans away, then removes his sweatpants. He produces a condom packet from somewhere. I’m glad that he thinks of protection because in all honesty, I haven’t thought about it and that’s just shitty of me.

  I watch him with a hooded, cloudy gaze as he rolls it over his. . .oh my fucking God. There is light in my room tonight and I can see just how thick, hard and long he is.

  “You got a little drool over there.” Ace smirks, watching me.

  “Come here.” I don’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I want him so much.

  He slowly gets back on the bed, then in one move, h
e plunges three fingers in me and sucks my tits at the same time.

  I fucking come.

  I can feel smirking but before I can cuss him out for it, he aligns our bodies before the tremors of my orgasm are over, and he thrusts into me Hard.

  I scream, another tide of an orgasm crashing into me. Is that even possible? Ace leans down, talking into my ear as he screws me, slowly.

  “You fucking invite everyone to be around you, and I’m somehow not invited.” It’s not a question and he obviously heard the entire conversation I had just now.

  “Ace.” Fuck, the way he just thrust in me when I said his name. . .

  “Tell me, do I not matter to you?”

  He stills in me, then he is watching me, his pupils dilated, hair messy as fuck. I reach over then, trying to fix his hair and I watch him back.

  “Do I need to answer that at all?” I question him, feeling my heart pound. This question is important for Ace, it echoes the one he asked me all those years ago.

  “Yes.” He says, slowly starting to fuck me again. His eyelids are heavy. I feel so damn full but I want him to know.

  “You make me fucking angry and hateful, Ace. But then, you bring me too heights of consciousness that I don’t know I need until I’m there.” I tell him, cupping his hard, chiseled cheek.

  He’s so beautiful.

  “You are everything to me, Ace.” I whisper.

  With that, he kisses me hard, and fucks me just as hard until we both climax, gasping each other’s names.

  “SO, CHEERLEADING?”

  We are laying on my bed after we just fucked in the shower, waiting for Kim and the guys to come through when Ace asks that.

  “Yes, cheerleading.” I smirk, now feeling those aching muscles again.

  “Why?”

  “Why not?” I counter back but he isn’t having it. I’m wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and a long sleeved grey sweatshirt. Ace, in all his deliciousness is dressed in only his sweatpants, watching me.

  “I’m not a fool, Star. There is a reason you are doing all of this.” He stares at me with an intensity that reminds me of the way he looked at me back at school this afternoon during practice.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I just fucking hate Brittney, is all.” I say as I get up, my phone buzzing with an incoming text but I don’t get to read it.

  “Tell me.”

  “There is nothing to tell Ace.” I try to move around him to get to my phone.

  “You hate her but you join her cheerleading squad. Make that make sense.”

  The way he is watching me. . .

  “You read that file again, didn’t you?” I accuse, feeling like my breath has just been knocked out of me. I can see the truth in his eyes and I suddenly hate myself. . .again.

  I hate that there is even a damn file on my abuse like it’s was as simple as a few pages. I hate that Ace has it and reads it.

  “I did and it says that there was a drug in your system.”

  “First of all, I never read that damn file what gives you the right to keep it and read it at will? Did you know that no one actually told me what was going on with me or the injuries I had until I was relocated to the hospital in Switzerland?”

  “Switzerland?”

  “Oh, your mother didn’t tell you? She sent me—with my parents’ blessing of course—with your private jet, to Switzerland first, until I could be sent to London.”

  I had to do that, all by myself with strangers around me.

  Ace is silent and tense, watching me like he just realized something.

  “My mother sent you to Switzerland?” He questions again.

  “Yeah.”

  “Where to exactly?”

  His question is weird, and I squint, watching him like he’s just lost his mind.

  “To this private hospital or clinic, I don’t remember.” But as I talk, images of that hospital come back to mind. “I just remember there were a lot of kids there. Kids and women.”

  Those kids and women were not a lot but it was a small, exclusive hospital. But something about the patients that it had. . .

  Ace stands up then and begins pacing. He knows something

  “Ace?”

  “It was a fucking clinic for trauma and abused women and children.” He grits out and I still, watching him.

  “How do you know that?”

  He isn’t wrong though, now that I think about it. That place had so many kids and all of them looked like me. Their bruises. The vacant looks in their eyes. . .the screams at night. . .

  “Because I’ve been there before.” Ace sighs, and shuts his eyes.

  My heart is thundering. Pain washes over me.

  I remember the bruises, the scars all over Ace’s tiny frame when we were kids. I knew something was happening to him back then, but. . .

  “Ace.”

  I stand up and make my way to him, but he can’t even look at me.

  “Ace, please look at me.”

  He doesn’t, so I step directly in his line of sight, grab his hands. It’s painful to breath right now. It’s painful to move. I can feel the tears coming. I can feel my heart thundering in my chest.

  “Ace. . .”

  “Don’t ask what you already know. I can see the answer in your eyes, damn you.”

  He moves away from me so fast and soon he’s got his sweatshirt back on, then his shoes are coming on next. Is he about to leave.

  “Where are you going?”

  I question him but he doesn’t respond. The tears fall down my cheeks now. Unchecked and unwanted.

  “I think Brittney drugged me.” I rush to say, feeling desperate to have him stay. I don’t want him to leave, I don’t want him to go anywhere when I can just about sense the violence in him. I can practically taste it.

  “We got to that party and she offered to get colas for us, you know since we weren’t old enough to drink.” I wrap my arms around my middle, thinking back to that painful, awful night.

  “Star.”

  “She came back with two cups filled with something that looked like cola but it didn’t taste like it. Now that I think of it, she never drank hers but she encouraged me to finish mine.”

  “Look at me.” Ace’s voice is deep, menacing but soft.

  I turn to the sound of his voice, he stands by my bed, watching me.

  “Come here.” He commands and my feet start walking in his direction. I don’t even think about rejecting or denying the compulsive nature of his voice.

  I reach him, looking up at him. He opens his arms and I almost gasp out loud then I’m crashing into his chest, feeling like he just gave me the greatest gift.

  He kisses my hair, pressing me to him. Then he softly speaks into my ear.

  “I was five years old the first time it happened.”

  I tremble. Fuck, he’s talking. I squeeze him to me tightly.

  “He came into my room and he touched me inappropriately that night. The next morning, I tried telling my mother but imagine my surprise at finding her kissing the same guy.”

  Oh no. Please no.

  “Denise was cheating on my father with some guy that my father had brought to the house. For what reason though I have no idea. So, he stayed in the house with us for two years until you guys moved in.”

  His shirt is wet with my tears, but we don’t move away from each other.

  “In those two years, he sexually abused me at night and fucked my mother during the day. How messed up is that?”

  “Ace.”

  “Eventually, the pain, the bruises, the blood and everything in between couldn’t be hidden. My mother snapped out of it but heaven forbid if I was sent to a local hospital. So, she called in a special nurse. . .”

  “Marie.”

  “Yeah. But Marie declared that I needed surgery. My body was too young and fragile to have gone through the trauma without medical care.”

  “So, Denise shipped you out to Switzerland.”

  URGH! I hate that
fucking bitch.

  “The bruises I saw, later after you came back. . .”

  “My father.” Is all he says.

  I cry in his arms, in the middle of my room but he doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything else.

  “Where is he now?”

  “I’m tracking him down. Then I’m going to kill him.”

  “Ace. . .”

  Just then, my door bursts open, making me jump away from Ace. And in comes a pissed off Noah and an equally pissed off Kim.

  What the hell?

  “Ah, I always knew you two would bump uglies. It reeks of sex in here.” Noah says but his usual joy is lacking.

  “What’s with you?” I question but Ace shoots me a look to shut up.

  “Oh nothing! But I just think it’s incredible how. . .”

  “Okay, it’s time for us to go. Noah, we have something to do.” Ace’s voice is deep and he exchanges a look with Noah who walks over to me and then hugs me.

  “I’m sorry Baby Blue.” He whispers in my ear, then he turns and he’s gone.

  I watch him go in confusion, then I look at Kim who can’t even look at me then at Ace. His stare is now dark, and he walks over to me, tugs my chin up right there in front of Kim, and kisses me.

  “See you tomorrow at the game.”

  He kisses me on the forehead, lingering there for a while. “I’ll get Emmett.”

  And with that, he’s gone, after a brooding and angry Noah.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  ASTRAEA

  SO, IT TURNS OUT THAT Kim and Noah had a huge fight. About what though, I have no idea, Kim refused, no matter how many times I tried to talk to her, she refused to tell me. Demanding instead that she was tired and wanted to just sleep.

  On fresh sheets of course.

  Her lips were bruised, it’s obviously that they kissed but something else happened between them. It takes a lot, and I do mean a lot, to make Noah angry.

  It’s already happening.

  Now, we are at school as the football game is about to start. The stands are filled to maximum capacity with people, fans from both schools.

  It’s so fucking loud in here, there is music, people laughing, cheering and eating. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever seen before. And I have a sulking friend sitting beside me.