Unravel
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“You’re not out on the field celebrating.”
“Oh, it’s not my victory. Truman earned this ring. The team and I are gonna keep his victory party going long into the night.”
The reporter glanced down at her little notepad. “But you were on the field for half the points scored today. You ran more yards than Truman.”
I shrugged. “That’s not a question, darlin.”
Her cheeks shot the color of her hair. Austin people found charm in our country drawl. “I’m just saying, good money would place you in the starting lineup next fall.”
“That is to be determined,” I said.
“Like hell it is,” Renton bellowed beside me. “You seen what we did on the field today? It ain’t nothing compared to what we’re gonna get next year, with this boy leading our charge. You wait and see.”
The reporter laughed brightly. That’s what she came down her to find. “I’m looking forward to it,” she said.
But my attention was well off her now. A woman stepped out onto the field from the hall to the lockers. Liza’s round face caught mine like a reflection and began to beam.
“You did it, baby!” she said, nearly bouncing over. She had on just jeans and a longhorns t-shirt, but she looked like a goddamn princess.
I couldn’t wait. I stepped out from my huddle and crossed the short distance to scoop her and twirl her in my arms. She shrieked until I set her down and snuffed it out with a kiss. Her smile didn’t break a bit on my lips.
“I had the right motivation,” I said, still bowed into her.
“You saw me up there?” she said. “We were high up.”
“I always keep an eye on you,” I said.
I glanced over and noticed Liza’s friend, standing where Liza had been. “Hey Maria,” I said. “Doing ok?”
Her friend had really come into her own. She wore a simple black tank top her hair flowed into and lean jeans that suited her new, lean form. She might as well have been a new person. Maybe we all were.
“I’m good.” Her dark eyes sparkled as she waved me off. “Go back to your thing.”
“What do you want to do to celebrate?” Liza asked, strawberry breath wafting across my face.
“I was thinking we’d go back to your place and check out a piece of art.”
“Oh there is this one I’m really excited about,” she said. “I think you’ll like it actually. We’re going to submit it to a competition.”
I teased her figure with my hands, sizing it up for what I had planned. “I had a different piece in mind.”
“That’s the only piece you ever really notice.”
“It’s the one I always appreciate first,” I said. “Doesn’t mean I don’t notice the rest. It’s the mesa at sunrise that you’re talking about right?”
Liza’s smile grew giddy, and she nearly hopped with energy. She pecked me on the lips and it was hotter that just having her naked and wrapped around me. I knew her deep. The further in I went, the more of her I craved.
But right now, I just wanted to know her in that good, ol’ biblical way.
I glanced back. “See you fellas,” I said. “Gonna take care of a thing. We’ll catch up at the party.”
“Oh you take all the time you need brother,” Renton said, his eyes moving admiringly past me. “Our ugly mugs will be going hard all night.”
I draped an arm around my woman and led us off towards the hall, but before I could go, a voice rose behind me.
“Is it true, Everett?” the reporter said. “Is it true what they say about you and your girlfriend?”
I sighed and glanced back lazily. “Go check the records,” I said.
“I want to hear it from you.”
I glanced at Liza. She shrugged.
“It’s true,” I told the reporter. “The sex is hotter after you and your girl’s parents get married.”
It’d make the news, but out here no one cared. There was too much shit going on in the world to care about the titles that bound two together unjustly.
Liza was giggling in my ear and that sound drowned out the rest of the stadium put together. It could drown out a chopper engine. It could dull the past. It could block out the entire world.
I kissed my girl on the lips, held her tight, and together we left another stadium, into a life that had enough room just for the two of us.
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Cause if I don't, if I set my desires free...I might find I’m still ready to do whatever he wants.
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All I wanted was a quiet night at home. Instead I’m dragged out to a bar, end up down the wrong alley and get caught witnessing a biker gang murder.
My parents died by accident. Guess it’s my turn.
Except one of the bikers is shielding me from the rest. He’s massive, powerful, and his face is majestic. His eyes are an otherworldly blue, shimmering in the moonlight.
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I knew that boy was trouble the moment I laid eyes on him: shaved head, leather jacket, tattoos leaking out onto his neck like warpaint.
I've just now left behind the storms of my past, and he is no fluffy white cloud to land on.
But one wicked smile from him, and I'm shivering, longing for something I should never want
Maybe just one night. Yeah, one rough night to shake me free.
That's all this was supposed to be...
VAUGHN:
Only one woman ever had my heart and she was ripped from this world not long after giving birth to me. This girl though, she won't leave my goddamn mind. I can't keep myself away from her lush embrace.
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Black and Blue
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I've been avoiding risk my whole life. That's what you learn to do growing up well-off in a place like Detroit. This is a city that knows how fast things can turn.
That white boy made me forget myself. A few moments in his presence and I was consumed by a madness. I did things I never dared dream of.
But it doesn't feel wrong. It feels like freedom.
I shouldn't go back to him. He's from the wrong part of town. He makes a living out of violence. He's a risk in my unblemished life. One time was enough of a flirt with danger.
Thing is, he might just have me addicted.
SEAN:
I've fought for everything I've got in this world. My fists won me a new life, away from the squalor of my South Detroit past.
Now I'm starting to get my reward: money, fame, girls.
The waitress was just supposed to be one of many. Black girls weren't even my type, but something in her set me off. Everything about her screamed class - a word that had never been in this poor boy's vocabulary.
I thought I just wanted a taste of it. Turns out it's not the thrill I'm after.
It's her.
I've gotta show her that I can be more than my body. She wants me to fight for her heart?
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE Eliza
CHAPTER TWO Everett
CHAPTER THREE Eliza
CHAPTER FOUR Everett
CHAPTER FIVE Eliza
CHAPTER SIX Everett
CHAPTER SEVEN Eliza
CHAPTER EIGHT Everett
CHAPTER NINE Eliza
CHAPTER TEN Everett
CHAPTER ELEVEN Eliza
CHAPTER TWELVE Everett
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Eliza
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Everett
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Eliza
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Everett
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Eliza
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Everett
CHAPTER NINETEEN Eliza
CHAPTER TWENTY Everett
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Eliza
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Everett
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Eliza
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Everett
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Eliza
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Everett
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Eliza
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Everett
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Epilogue
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