SAVAGE: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rosewood High Book 3)

by Tracy Lorraine

  Cody had invited me to join him down to the beach earlier in the evening, but I’d declined. I thought he’d accepted it, but as our shift came to a close, he started rattling off reasons why I needed to kick back and enjoy myself. I couldn’t really argue with any of his points, but after a day at school, I’d had my fill of judgmental assholes.

  He assured me that his friends were nothing like that, and after promising me a lift home, I relented, his promise of beer and a joint if I was really lucky getting the better of me.

  It was a good night. At no point did the team or the cheer squad appear like I expected them to. There were other kids I vaguely recognized from school, but without their leaders here to influence them, they were shockingly polite as I took their orders and delivered their food. I know they recognized me, it was right there in their eyes, but no one said a word.

  Cody promised that his friends were different, and seeing as he’d only been kind to me during our very short friendship, I had no reason not to believe him.

  The second we stepped down onto the beach, I realized he was right. His friends all glanced up at me, smiled, and said hello before continuing as if I weren’t some crazy person with three heads, which pretty much sums up the looks I get within the walls of Rosewood High.

  Someone passed me a beer, and just like that I was accepted into their group. They didn’t care that I didn’t belong here, they didn’t care I was a high school student, they just accepted me for who I was and it felt so fucking wonderful.

  While Cody sat there with a bottle of water, I accepted bottle after bottle until the world around me started to spin a little. It was only a few moments after I realized that, that Cody suggested getting me home. I told him that I was capable of looking after myself if he wanted to drink with his friends, but he was adamant he make sure I was home safe. I refrained from pointing out that I felt safer down on the beach with him than I did being in that house. And I was only proved right when I walked down the hallway to find my fucking door missing.

  Despite having zero privacy, I fall asleep miraculously early for the second night in a row. When I wake the next morning, the sun is streaming in through my open curtains and the door opposite mine is open, but the room is seemingly vacant.

  Rolling over, I stretch out my limbs and glance over at the clock.

  “Fuck.” I sit upright, my heart pounding. I’m late. Really fucking late. Why didn’t my alarm… “Motherfucker.”

  Jumping from the bed, I pull some clothes from the closet before turning to my underwear drawers.

  My heart drops and my breath catches when I find them both empty. The only thing inside the drawer where my panties were is a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it, I stare down at his rough handwriting.

  For easier access.

  They’re the same words he used to explain my missing door. Anger burns in my belly before it explodes to a raging inferno through my veins and pushes me forward.

  I storm into his room and start pulling drawers open. If I don’t have any, then I’ll have to make do with his. I find a brand new pack of boxer briefs at the back of one of the drawers, and finding something else I can make use of on the top of the dresser, I swipe it off and take it all back to my room.

  They’re going to be huge on me, I already know that, so I throw my shorts back into my closet and pull out a baggy pair of jeans and a sports bra that I had in a different drawer, thank fuck.

  I totally miss the first two classes of the day, so when I eventually walk down the hallway toward my locker, there are students in all directions, switching up books and having a quick chat with friends before the bell rings once again.

  I make quick work of shoving the books I need in my bag before slamming the door closed and taking a step toward my next class.

  The second I look up, I spot a familiar set of eyes staring at me, accomplishment filling his light blues and a smirk playing on his lips. Anger from finding my empty drawers explodes within me, and I storm over.

  “What the fuck is your problem? Not content on driving me fucking crazy, now you’ve got to start stealing as well.”

  “Like I said, sweet cheeks. Easy access.”

  “Like I’m letting you anywhere near me again.”

  He smiles, reaching out for my wrist and pulling me up against him before I get a chance to jump away. His head lowers so he can whisper in my ear.

  “The sound of you moaning my name last night is still loud and clear.”

  My core clenches as I remember his fingers stretching me open.

  “And now you’re remembering it. Your breaths are increasing…” He reaches out and pushes the hoodie I’m wearing open to reveal my sports bra covered tits. “And I know your nipples are hard for me.”

  Desperate to wrap the fabric tighter around my body, I lift my one free arm to do just so, but before I get a chance, we’re moving.

  “Ethan, what are you doing?” His grip on my wrist is painfully tight as he pulls me down the hallway toward a door I have no intention of going in.

  “Ethan, no.” I try fighting, but he well overpowers me. Slamming my free fist into his arm that’s dragging me along does little to stop his progress.

  “Fucking pain in my ass,” he mutters before turning and lifting me. I’m none too gently thrown over his shoulder. I just about manage to keep hold of my bag as his arm wraps tightly around the back of my thighs. I kick my feet in protest but I’m no match for him.

  “Put me the fuck down,” I bark as he pushes the door open and the smell of sweaty boy hits me. Amazingly, when I lift my head from being forced to look at his ass, the room is empty.

  “You might as well stop fighting. No one will come and rescue you, trailer trash.”

  “I don’t need rescuing, asshole. I can look after myself.”

  “Is that right?” His voice is almost amused as he lowers me to my feet and pins both of my hands behind my back in one move. My bag drops to the floor with a crash, a few books sliding from it.

  My chest heaves with the effort I put in trying to kick him when I was in the air.

  “When are you going to learn, trash? I get what I want when I want.”

  “Oh yeah? Because from what I saw last night, you wanted something.” I glance down at his crotch before crawling back up his jersey to his darkened eyes. “But you walked away when I told you to.”

  A laugh falls from his lips. If I were a weaker girl it might have me quivering, but all I do is angle my chin to him in defiance. “Don’t mistake my actions last night for me walking away, sweet cheeks. I was merely…” He waves his free hand around as if he needs time to come up with the word, but I know it’s all an act. He is totally in control right now, and he knows exactly what he’s saying. “Building the anticipation,” he drawls eventually.

  “There’s nothing to anticipate. Nothing will happen.”

  He smiles, his eyes dropping to my own lips before he sucks his bottom one into his mouth briefly. I know he’s thinking about kissing me last night, and I’m about to taunt him with it when there’s a noise behind us.

  I’m moving before I have a chance to blink. Ethan drags me around a corner to the farthest part of the locker room, the showers. He backs me up against the tiled wall, pressing his hips into mine.

  Footsteps get louder before someone shouts out, asking if there’s anyone here. My lips part a second before Ethan’s large palm presses down on my face to stop any words that might be about to crawl up my throat.

  “Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.”

  His eyes drill into mine as I fight to drag as much air as I need into my lungs. My breaths were already coming out in fast pants before he half cut off my airways.

  “Where’s the little skirt today, huh? I was looking forward to watching you bend over in class.”

  “Fuck. You,” I spit the second he releases me.

  An evil smirk curls at his lips. Standing back, he pops the button of my jeans open. The fabric falls away enough to reveal w
hat’s beneath.

  “Fucking bitch,” he whispers, his hand coming up so his fingers thread into his hair and pull.

  “What?” I ask innocently. “Mine seemed to have vanished, so I had to improvise. They’re a little big, I must admit, but they’re pretty comfortable.”

  His eyes are full of pent up anger when he lifts them from the floor to find mine. I swallow nervously and wait for what’s about to hit me.

  “First you steal my mother, then my home, my peace, my motherfucking sanity, and now this? My fucking underwear.”

  “You know full well that I didn’t—argh,” I squeal when his hand slams down beside me and the shower above sprays me with ice cold water.

  He watches in delight as the water soaks me through. The loose strands of hair that were flying around my face immediately stick, and I don’t need to look in the mirror to know my makeup is already starting to run down my cheeks.

  “And you’re the one who’s worried about the fact his life’s been ruined.” I laugh, but any trace of amusement is long gone. “You’re a fucking joke, you know that?” I take a step toward him, but not away from the water. “A fucking waste of—”

  My words are cut off as he takes a huge step forward. His chest crashes into my sopping wet body until I hit the tiles behind me. His fingers grasp my chin and my head’s tilted so I’m at the right angle for him to slam his lips down on mine. He immediately pushes his tongue into my mouth despite me refusing him entry. He strokes my tongue but still I refuse. My tightly balled fists lift and rain down fury on his chest, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he’s so unaffected by the attempts to fight him off that his hand skims the wet skin of my stomach and is inside his boxers while I’m still hitting him.

  “Give in, sweet cheeks. You know as well as I do that you’re desperate for this.”

  I gasp when he finds my clit, giving him the access he needs to my mouth to really take what he wants.

  “Fuck,” he groans into our kiss when he finds what he was expecting. Me wet and ready for him. “You really love hating me, huh?” he whispers in my ear before sucking on the sensitive skin beneath.

  Still the shower rains down on us, although at least the water is a little warmer now.

  He circles my clit for a few more seconds, driving me higher and higher before dropping lower to find my entrance.

  “Fuck. One day soon it’s not going to be my fingers stretching you open.”

  “No, no,” I chant but my argument is weak at best. We both know full well that no matter how much I might deny it, the thought alone has more moisture heading south.

  “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I’m going to make you fucking raw. You’ll regret the day you ever fucking walked into my life. I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard that you’ll never forget exactly how I felt inside you. No one will ever compare. Ever.”

  “Oh god.” His words are like fuel to the inferno ready to detonate inside me.

  “You’ll remember my cock for the rest of your days. Always wishing you had another chance.” He changes the angle of his fingers as he says this, and I break. My muscles tense before the first wave of pleasure hits me. Ethan slams his lips back down on mine to swallow my loud cries, but, not wanting to appear like I’ve just allowed him to take exactly what he wants, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into the soft flesh.

  “Fucking bitch.” He releases me, his fingers coming up to his lips to check for blood while I rest back against the tiles, dripping wet and fighting to catch my breath.

  His eyes hold mine, the promise he just made me adding an extra spark, and fuck if it doesn’t make my core clench for what he was describing.

  Thankfully the water’s stopped, but every inch of me is soaking wet. There’s no way I can go to class right now.

  “Get out.”

  “Or what?” I sass. “You going to follow through on your promise? Right here, right now?”

  “Don’t fucking tempt me, trash.”

  Holding the sides of my wet hoodie out, I show him the skin I’ve got on display. “But I’m already wet.”

  “Shut up,” he barks.

  “What? You going weak on me now? You ain’t all that, you know. You’re all talk. I doubt you could fuck me into the next hour, let alone next week.”

  “I said, shut the fuck up.” His hand wraps around my neck, and I’m forced back against the tiles with a loud bang.

  When he speaks, his voice is menacingly quiet. “You will get what I promised you. But on my terms. When I want it. Not when you’re offering it up right in front of me like a whore.”

  He pushes away from me, reaches behind his head and pulls his wet jersey from his body. His back ripples as he moves, and I find myself motionless as I watch the ink covering his shoulder blades twist and flex.

  “Why are you still here?” He doesn’t look back at me. Instead, he continues the job he started. His hands lift to undo the waist of the jeans, and when he comes to a stop beside a certain locker, he pushes them and his boxers down, exposing his peachy ass.

  He bends slightly to attempt to get the wet fabric from his ankles, and it’s then that I see the black ink on the underside of his butt cheek.

  “What the fuck is that?” I don’t mean for the words to come out loud, but before either of us register, I’m close enough behind him to see it in all its glory.

  A laugh bubbles up from somewhere within me. I feel fucking schizophrenic with the way my moods swing around this asshole, but seeing the tattoo on his butt, there’s nothing I can do but laugh.

  “Is that a fucking teddy bear?”

  He spins, his angry eyes finding mine, but unlike last night I’m unable to resist the ripped body before me. He looks powerful when he’s dressed, but like this, he’s a fucking god. Not that those words will ever pass my lips, of course.

  “And fucking what?”

  “N-nothing,” I stutter, staring down at his solid length. The head is purple and angry, proving just how badly he needs to do those things he whispered in my ear not so long ago.

  “Either put it in your fucking mouth or get the fuck out.”

  I bite down on my bottom lips as if I’m even considering it and I take a hesitant step toward him.

  “As tempting as that is, Teddy, I’m afraid it’s a hard pass for me.”

  “Then why. Are. You. Still. Fucking. Here?” He’s right on the edge of his control. I can see it in his eyes, and I’ve no doubt that if I hang around for even a minute longer, then I’m going to find myself in a position I’ve no intention of being in.

  “I’m sure there’s a cheer slut hanging around somewhere just desperate to gag themselves silly on that.”

  “GET OUT.” His shout echoes off the walls around us, and it successfully gets me moving. I run over to where my bag and books are on the floor, gather them up, and head for the door. All the while, his eyes burn into my back.

  Pushing the door open, I look back at him. He doesn’t so much as flinch, knowing anyone could walk down the hallway and see him stark naked, but then I guess when you’re as big a whore as Ethan Savage, most of the school’s already seen your junk, so it really doesn’t matter.

  I nod once before disappearing from his sight and dragging in the first real breath of air I have since I locked eyes on him not so long ago.

  20

  Ethan

  “Fuck,” I bellow as the door bounces shut. Turning, I bury my fist into the locker beside mine.

  What the fuck was I thinking, dragging her ass in here. You knew she wasn’t wearing any panties, a little voice says, breaking through the haze of anger and desire that’s clouding my head.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The skin covering my knuckles splits, but I welcome the pain. It’s a needed relief from the lead weight that seems to fill my entire body these days.

  My banging must disturb Coach, because seconds later I sense him appear behind me.

  “Get dressed, so
n. I think we need to have a chat, don’t you?”

  My head hangs between my shoulders. Disappointment comes off him in waves that I’m in here fucking up his lockers instead of being in class.

  “Just give me a minute, yeah?” My voice is rough and barely sounds like my own, even to my own ears.

  “Two. You can have two.”

  Yanking my locker open, I drag out a dry set of clothes and tug them on. I run my fingers through my wet hair, pushing it back from my face, and with one loud slam of my locker door, I head toward Coach’s office.

  He’s staring down at a clipboard with some plays drawn out on them, but despite my arrival, he doesn’t look up. He just continues tapping his pencil against the plastic, seemingly deep in thought.

  Coach is scary. He’s intimidating, larger than life, and now, the only man I look up to. He’s terrifying when he rips you a new one, but his silence is a million times worse than that. My stomach twists as I wait for him to acknowledge me.

  “I’m ready when you are, son.” Still, he doesn’t look up.

  I blow out a long breath, trying to figure out where to even start. Coach already knows the basics of what’s happened, he knows I’m struggling, but fuck, putting this into words is harder than I thought it would be.

  “I’m sorry, Coach. He’s just fucked with my head. I’m so fucking angry all the fucking time.”

  “I get that, Ethan. I really do. But there’s more to this than just your father. Tell me what’s really going on.” He sits back in his chair and finally looks up at me.

  “He’s moved her in. Her daughter too.”

  Coach lets out a breath. “Raelynn?”

  My eyes narrow. “You knew?”

  “Of course. Not much happens under this roof that involves my boys that I don’t know.”

  I nod. It’s all I can do. It’s not the first time something like this has happened.

  “She giving you grief?”

  “No,” I answer honestly. “The issue is all mine.”

  “As I assumed, seeing as she’s started here and kept her head down. All the while you are spiraling out of control. Where is your father?”