LEGEND: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rosewood High Book 7)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Me too, Kitten. Me too.”

  “So…” he starts. “Did you want to try those again?”

  His question damn near gives me whiplash. I was so lost in his eyes and my memories.

  “Uh… not really.” I laugh.

  “Well, that’s a real shame because I’m not hanging up until you’ve smashed it.”

  “You know I could just hang up on you, right?”

  “Yeah, but you won’t,” he states confidently.

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep. Unless you want me there in person.” He raises a brow and leans closer to the camera making me wonder if that is exactly what I do want.

  “Never,” I spit, hoping that it sounds like I mean it.

  “You didn’t seem so concerned that last time I was there.”

  “So math,” I say, making him chuckle down the line. An easy smile curls at his lips and I have the urge to screenshot it because it’s so beautiful and so at odds with the anger I’ve become used to since he appeared.

  “Prop your cell up somewhere and let’s do it.”

  I shift around, grabbing the holder that’s on my nightstand and setting it up on the bed.

  “Harley,” he growls the second I place my cell in the holder and point it toward me. “What the hell are you wearing?”

  I look down at myself and my cheeks heat. Shit.

  “Um… we had practice. I’ve… um… not showered yet,” I admit with a wince. We hardly did any actual practice so I didn’t bother changing after, just threw on a zip-up hoodie over my booty shorts and sports bra. Ruby and Stella were similar so I didn’t think anything of it when I was with them.

  Now though with his eyes drilling into my barely clad body, I’m regretting the fuck out of it.

  “O-okay,” he says, clearing his throat as I release the stand and wrap my hoodie around me to cover up. “Don’t feel like you have to.”

  “This is a tutoring session, Kyle, not—” I slam my lips.

  “Not what?” he asks, amusement dancing in his blue eyes.

  “Not anything else. So this exercise, you said you thought you knew what I did wrong.” I never thought I’d willingly be encouraging a conversation about math, but there we go.

  I pull my workbook and pen onto my lap as Kyle starts talking through the process.

  In only seconds, I can see the obvious mistake I’d made and I feel a little better about the whole thing.

  “Okay, so do the next exercise. I’m just gonna grab a drink.”

  “Okay,” I say without even looking at the screen as a thud sounds out where he must have put his cell down before his footsteps get farther away.

  I make quick work of going through each exercise and by the time he comes back, I’ve got all the answers staring back at me.

  “Done?” he asks, settling himself back against his headboard and staring at me through the screen.

  “Yep.” I hold up my workbook so he can see. He’s silent as I assume he looks at the answers and the longer he doesn’t say anything the more butterflies erupt in my belly.

  I really don’t want to have failed again.

  “Smashed it,” he finally says and I drop my workbook so I can see him.

  “Really?” I ask, a wide smile splitting my face.

  “Yeah. Let’s do one more exercise and then we can celebrate.”

  “Celebrate?” I ask, unsure as to whether or not I like the sound of that.

  “Yeah, you wanna have some fun with me, Kitten?” His voice is low and gravelly and it does weird things to my insides let alone what’s going on between my thighs.

  “Um… it’s probably better that I don’t. Fun with you doesn’t always end up so… pleasurable,” I breathe that one word and have to fight a laugh when his eyes widen in shock.

  “Is that right? I seem to remember things being very pleasurable when we have fun.”

  “That’s because your idea of fun is…” I hesitate, trying to come up with the right word. “More like torture.”

  “Torture?” He almost spits out the mouthful of soda he’d not yet swallowed. “Oh Kitten, I don’t remember you complaining.”

  My body heats to uncomfortable temperatures as I remember just how willingly I got between his legs at Justin’s.

  Jesus, I was a damn slut that night.

  Alcohol. It was the alcohol.

  “With your hand around my throat, it makes it kinda hard to say anything.”

  He throws his head back and laughs. It was not the reaction I was expecting but the sound of his joy sure makes up for it.

  “Harley?” he says, dragging his head forward and holding my eyes captive through the screen.

  “Y-yeah?” The stuttered word comes out as no more than a whisper.

  “Take your hoodie off.”

  “Um… I really don’t think—”

  “Harley,” he growls and it sends shivers racing down my spine. “Be a good girl and do what you’re told.”

  I hold his stare, my need to refuse is right on the tip of my tongue. But instead of parting my lips to do just that, I find myself shrugging out of my hoodie as he demanded.

  Ripping his eyes from mine, he drops them down my torso. My sports bra is small. I’ve not got all that much that needs controlling so I can get away with cute little ones.

  “Go on then. I want the rest of the answers.”

  “And what about you?” I tilt my head to the side and drop my eyes to the bottom of the screen but I can’t see anything past his neck.

  “Get the answers right and it might just be your lucky day, Kitten.”

  “Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself, looking down at the workbook in my lap and snatching up my pen.

  How the hell did I end up here?

  “Nothing good happens to me when I’m around you,” I say quietly, unsure if he’ll hear it, not that it matters if it does.

  “Is that right? I guess it’s a good thing you’re not actually near me right now then.”

  “Do you mind? I’m busy working.”

  “Sure, you carry on. I’ll just enjoy the view.”

  His words make me look up and the second I do they collide with his sparkling blue-grey ones.

  Shaking my head at him, I look back down and try to focus on what I should be doing.

  He’s silent as I work through each question but I can feel his stare despite the fact it’s through a screen.

  It’s better this way. He might be infuriating but he’s easier to manage when there’s space between us. His presence is less suffocating.

  “Done?” he asks when I straighten my back and drop my pen.

  “Yep.”

  “And how confident are you?”

  “Hmm… I don’t know. I guess it depends on what I get in return.”

  He thinks for a beat. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He wiggles his brows and I bark a laugh at his craziness.

  It’s nice to laugh and joke like things between us are okay. I’m not stupid enough to think it’s our reality though. The second I see him at school tomorrow, I know the scowl that seems to be constantly on his face will be back and he’ll look at me like he wants to kill me. It seems to be our thing, like this right now is our little secret.

  And I hate that I like it as much as I do.

  “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  I haven’t forgotten that while he had me totally naked on Saturday night that he barely showed me any skin and I’m damn near desperate to see those muscles that I’ve run my hands over, traced with my fingertips.

  “I never joke about getting naked, Kitten.”

  “Fuck off, why don’t you. That whole thing Saturday night was a game and you know it.”

  “Game? No. Revenge, Kitten. It’s all about revenge.”

  “And what about this right now. How do I know you’re not going to use this against me somehow? Shame me in front of the entire school for my extracurricular activities with my math tutor.”

 
His eyes harden as he thinks about my words. “You think I’d allow any other fucker to see you like I see you?”

  I shrug because I honestly have no idea. He clearly has a game plan here. This push and pull between us. This need for revenge mixed with the sweet guy I remember, he’s playing me. There’s no other excuse for it. “I have no idea, Ky. You tell me.”

  He sits up and lifts the screen, all I can see is his face and his captivating eyes.

  “Never,” he says slowly. “This thing between us. It’s exactly that. Between us.”

  “That’s why you had Aria grinding on your cock earlier, was it?” I know I shouldn’t say the words, I know it’s only going to piss him off and ruin the light banter we’ve had going but the words slip past my lips without permission.

  “And why you kissed Rich and damn near made him come in his pants in the cafeteria.”

  “You’re a prick. You started all this.”

  “If you count me coming on to you that night a year ago, me starting all this, then yeah, okay, guilty.”

  I swallow down the emotion that night threatens to drag up. “Y-you were going to—”

  “Bullshit,” he barks, making me jump. “You don’t really believe any of that was to do with me, do you?”

  I shrug, unable to talk through the lump clogging my throat.

  “I just wanted you that night, Kitten. I’d wanted you for a fucking long time,” he admits, but if the small gasp after is anything to go by then I don’t think he was supposed to.

  “Y-you wanted me before that night?” My brows draw together in confusion. “But you never—”

  “How could I? Zayn would have fucking gutted me alive if I touched you.”

  “So what was different that night?”

  He shrugs. “He wasn’t there. You were, and my restraint snapped.”

  “Did you go after me knowing what he’d done? Did you know how the night was going to end?”

  He chuckles and drops his head into his hand, scrubbing his fingers against his jaw.

  When his eyes come back to mine, they’re damn near silver.

  “No, Kitten. If I’d have fucking knew I’d have got you out of there. I fucking wish I had.”

  I have no words as I stare at him after that confession. I knew deep down that Kyle had nothing to do with what happened that night. It’s why I never said it was him, why he didn’t end up in any more shit than he already was. Gray was the dealer, the one with the connections, we all knew that. Even if Kyle did slip me something, it would have come from Gray, without a doubt, but I really wanted to believe he didn’t.

  He might not have got me out of there fast enough, he might have got himself a little too drunk and allowed things to get out of hand, but he never left me and it’s why he ended up where he did.

  I blow out a long breath, knowing that I’m potentially about to get myself in a lot of shit. If he does what he just promised he wouldn’t do and Zayn sees this. The thought is almost enough to stop me. Almost.

  Crossing my arms in front of me, my fingers grip the bottom of my sports bra and I peel it up my body.

  “Harley, what are you—shit.” His voice is so fucking low that it makes heat explode between my legs.

  “Your turn,” I sass, trying to keep my embarrassment at bay and appear as confident with my body as I’d like.

  21

  Kyle

  “Shit,” I growl, my cell slipping from my grip the second I see her pull her top over her head revealing her breasts to me.

  I was joking when I dared her. Well, I think I was.

  “Your turn,” I hear her say from where my cell’s landed on the sheets.

  I swipe it up and flip the camera around as I swing my legs from my bed. I aim the camera right at the mirrored closed door in front of me.

  Her gasp of shock does nothing for the raging hard-on I’ve had since I first saw her through the screen.

  I knew she was freaking out about failing at this and the second she told me she was done, I knew she wasn’t. Not if I had anything to say about it.

  I’d hit call before I’d registered the move but I’m so fucking glad I did. The moment I saw the tears on her cheeks, I knew I did the right thing.

  Was she right, did I want to make her cry? Hell yeah, but I was hoping those tears would come while she had my cock in her mouth, not because she couldn’t do a math equation.

  I never wanted her to feel useless, I just wanted her to understand what I went through because of what she did. Even though I know deep down that she was right to do it. I’m just pissed the wrong guy went down that night. Even more pissed he’s still prowling about and threatening her.

  “Holy shit, Kyle,” she breathes as her eyes run down my body.

  I’m only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, I have been this entire time, I just didn’t let her see that.

  “Yeah?” I say, cockily running my hand down over my abs, a pathetic attempt to hide the scar to avoid the inevitable questions about it.

  A lot of shit might have gone down in juvie. I ended up in one too many fights, found myself being punished for them all too often. But the amount of time I had to work out isn’t something I can regret when she looks at me like she is right now.

  I was always too skinny. Too skinny for the kind of football I wanted to play like my big brother. I was fast though, so I was always picked for the team because of it. Bulking up was always my mission and juvie helped with that.

  “You look… really fucking good.”

  “You’re not looking so bad yourself.”

  She smiles shyly, making me want to get in my car right now and drive my ass to her house. My fingers clench around my cell as the temptation almost gets the better of me.

  I drop my hand to my length that’s tenting my boxers and she doesn’t miss it.

  “Touch yourself for me, Kitten.”

  “Um…” she hesitates.

  “Too late to be shy now. You started this after all.”

  “Uh… no. I didn’t start—”

  “You took your top off first.”

  “Actually, it looks to me like you were half-naked first.”

  “Not my fault you didn’t ask to see lower.” I wink and she rolls her eyes at me.

  “My head wasn’t in the gutter like yours.”

  “Liar.”

  “What? I’m not—”

  “You are. Your eye twitches when you lie to me.”

  “It does not.”

  “Want me to prove it?”

  “How are you—”

  “Want me to come over right now?”

  “What? No,” she shrieks, her eye twitching as she does.

  “Right. So you don’t want me to sneak into your bedroom, spread your thighs and eat you like I did Saturday night?” Her entire face flushes with embarrassment as her eye continues to twitch.

  “No.”

  “Are you wet for me?”

  “No.” Twitch.

  “Do you like math?”

  “No, I fucking hate it.” No twitch.

  I laugh at her as she stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.

  “See, I’m right.”

  “How does that prove anything?”

  “Trust me, Kitten. It really does. Now, how about a little more proof.”

  “Depends on what it is.”

  “Lie back.”

  I flip my camera around and do the same, holding it as far away from me as possible so she can see all the way down to my waist.

  Her eyes feast on me through the screen and I don’t miss her gasp of shock when she finds the raised, rough skin of my scar.

  “Not now.” I growl, knowing that she’s going to make a bigger deal out of it than necessary.

  She stares at me for a beat, and I think she’s about to ignore me and ask when she moves.

  I watch her as she gets comfortable against her pillows. She’s so fucking perfect. Her face is flawless, even with the smeared makeup around her eyes from where she wa
s crying. Her long, slim neck makes my mouth water to sink my teeth in and her breasts. They might be on the smaller side, but fuck. They’re round, full, the perfect fucking handful.

  My fists clench, knowing that I can’t fucking touch them right now.

  This was a really fucking stupid idea.

  “Now what?”

  “Play with yourself, Kitten. Let me watch.”

  A surprised laugh falls from her lips at my request. “That is so not happening.”

  “Why? I am.” I move my camera so she can see where my hand is still in my boxers, my fingers wrapped around my length.

  “Kyle,” she gasps, her voice full of lust.

  “Don’t be shy, Kitten. I’ve already tasted every inch of you.”

  “That doesn’t—shit, Ky.”

  “Fucking love it when you say my name.”

  “You’re serious right now, aren’t you?”

  I don’t answer her with words, instead, I lift my hips and shove my boxers down.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “That impressive?”

  “Well, I’ve not exactly—” She slams her lips shut and a smile twitches at my lips.

  “You’ve not exactly what, Kitten?”

  “Do we really have to do this? Can’t we go back to doing math?”

  “You’d rather be doing math right now?”

  Her eye twitches as she prepares her words.

  “You’d rather do math than get yourself off while listening to my voice and knowing I’m gonna come for you.”

  “You’re wicked.”

  “Too fucking right, Kitten. Be wicked with me.”

  She pauses for a second before her hand skims down her stomach and her fingers disappear into her shorts.

  “I lied to you,” she admits.

  “I know, Kitten. You’re fucking soaked for me right now, aren’t you?”

  Her eyes flutter closed and her full lips part as she touches herself. A little gasp of pleasure sounds out down the phone and I damn near come just hearing it.

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Fuck. My dirty little kitten.”

  “Kyle, you’ve got a visitor,” my brother’s voice booms through the house. He’s so loud that Harley’s eyes fly open in panic.