Heathen: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 2)

by Rachel Leigh

  Copyright © 2021 Rachel Leigh

  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the copyright owner, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  For permissions contact: rachelleighauthor@gmail.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Heathen that contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find uncomfortable.

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  ISBN: 9798585490873

  Cover design by Ya’ll. That Graphic.

  Cover Model: Eric Guilmette

  Photographer: Armando Adajar

  Editing by Fairest Reviews Editing Service

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Epilogue

  Also by Rachel Leigh

  Message from the Author

  About the Author

  Prologue

  They say that shy people notice everything but say nothing. Maybe that’s why Willa hasn’t said a word to me since I picked her up ten minutes ago. She sits quietly in the passenger seat of my car with her eyes glued to the windshield. Her hands are folded neatly in her lap, and the extra effort she put into this night is apparent with the thick layer of makeup covering her face.

  Her honey brown eyes are outlined in black and her lips are glossed over. Though, her normal Willa wardrobe has remained the same, an old lady sweater with white pearl buttons riding down the center, and I’m pretty sure there are cats on it, although it could be puppies. Hell if I know. Hell if I care.

  I glance over and watch her body tense up. It’s like she knows I’m watching her. “You excited for tonight?”

  Her eyes stay straight ahead when she nods. “Mmhmm.” I crack a smile. For some reason her unease makes this all the more exciting.

  Sure, it’s just a bet. One that I plan to win, even if there isn’t anything at stake. It was simply the guys telling me that I couldn’t do it, and me telling them that I could bag this chick on a teacher’s desk with an audience if I wanted to.

  It’s no secret that Willa has always had a crush on me. Junior year she was doodling in her notebook and Zed snatched it up and showed the entire class her artwork. A big heart with my name inside of it that looked like it had been traced over at least a hundred times. I was sitting in front of her, like I had every day in English class. After that, I made sure not to lean too far back, because I’m pretty sure she used to sniff my hair. She may have even plucked a few strands and stuck them between the pages of her notebook.

  We pull up to Tommy’s house and that motherfucker lied. He said this would be the most epic birthday party in existence. There’s six, maybe seven cars, and it looks like everyone is in the house. Just fucking great. I’m gonna walk in there with Whispering Willa and there isn’t a chance in hell of blending in.

  Fuck it. Maybe I should call this entire thing off. Even though I know for a fact that she’ll spread her legs for me with little to no effort, I’m not sure I want between them. I’m sure the girl is a virgin, and while I’m an asshole on many levels, her v-card shouldn’t go to a guy who won’t even look in her direction when we pass through the halls.

  Before I can even change my mind, Willa is opening her door and stepping out. “You sure you wanna do this?” I ask her, giving her the opportunity to run like hell. But she doesn’t back down. Instead, she smiles. A real, genuine, happy as hell smile. Something twinges in my gut and it’s apparent in this moment that I’m going straight to hell. Her fingers tangle around the cross hanging from her neck and her eyes shimmer in the light of the moon. “Unless you don’t want to,” she says in a hushed tone, her smile fading with the possibility of me being the one to call this whole thing off.

  “Hell yeah, I do.” I jump out of the car and slam the door shut then hurry over to her side. Swinging an arm over her shoulder, I press my lips to her cheek. “Wouldn't've invited you if I didn’t want you here with me.” Lies. All lies. But, if I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.

  Drawing in a deep breath, I swing open the front door. My eyes dance from person to person staring at me. Zed’s wearing a shit-eating grin with an unlit joint pinched between his fingers. Tommy and Talon look surprised that I even got her here.

  I look down at Willa and I can tell she’s nervous as hell. I squeeze her closer, warranting glares from the barbie dolls huddled together at the kitchen island. Their laughter has Willa rubbing her cross again. She’s probably praying for a way out of this mess. Now that she’s here, she’s not going anywhere. Now that we’ve been seen together, I have every intention of winning this challenge. “Come on, let’s get a drink.” I lead her into the kitchen with my arm still draped around her.

  “This has to be some sort of joke.” Layla snickers with an eye roll.

  I kick open the lid of the cooler. “If you girls have a problem with my guest, you can fucking leave. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.”

  “We might have to. Now that she’s here, it’s sure to be a drag.”

  Shuffling through the ice inside, I pull out a can of beer then give it a good shake before angling the opening at Layla and cracking it open. “What the hell, asshole!” she screeches while running her hands over her soaked white T-shirt. Her hard nipples greet me through the thin fabric.

  I slam the half-full can down on the counter then grab a couple more beers out of the cooler. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I chuckle. “Let’s go, Willa. Something smells funky over here.”

  “Yeah, your nasty girlfriend,” Layla grumbles from behind us as we walk into the living room.

  “Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s your rotten pussy.” I glance over my shoulder and her foot stomps to the floor while her mouth forms an O.

  “Fuck you, Lars.”

  Flipping a finger over my shoulder, directed at her, I lead Willa over to the couch. “Move over,” I say to Tommy as I knock his leg over the coffee table that sits in front of the couch. “Killer party, man.” I make my sarcasm obvious.

  “Yeah, about that. Figured we should keep it low-key tonight.” He winks. Fucker did this on purpose. He wanted Willa’s presence on my arm noticed. “In fact,” he kicks his feet back up, “Zed wanted to have a word with you about the arrangement.”

  “Arrangement?” Willa asks.

  “Holy shit, she talks.” Zed chimes in as he leans forward to get a better look at us. “How’s it going, Whispering Willa?” He smirks.

  I grab an empty can that’s sitting on the table in front of us and chuck it at him. “Shut the fuck up.”

  Talon grabs the can mid-air. “Oooh, someone’s defensive tonight.”

  I crack open a beer an
d hand it to Willa who shakes her head no. Shrugging my shoulders, I tip it back and take a swig. “So, what’s the plan tonight? Sitting on the couch twiddling our thumbs until we pass out?”

  “Well,” Zed springs up, “I’m planning on taking one of those ladies into Mr. Chamber’s office and letting her suck my cock. You’re welcome to watch if you’d like.” He flips Willa’s hair from behind the couch and I’m two seconds away from laying his ass flat on the floor. Before I can say anything, he heads toward the kitchen. Then I hear him say, “Come on, Cara. You look thirsty.”

  “Is she really going with him?” Willa asks as she watches them walk away.

  “She really is. Some girls have no morals.” I turn my body toward her. “Unlike you.” My hand finds her leg and her eyes shoot down as my fingers caress her upper thigh. Tipping her chin up with my free hand, I look into her eyes. “You’re special, Willa.” Tommy starts having a coughing fit and I know he’s fighting not to laugh. “Come on, let’s get away from these assholes.” I stand up and set my beer down, then take her hand in mine.

  She doesn’t put forth any resistance when I pull her up. Talon waggles his brows, and Tommy sinks further into the couch. “Have fun, you two,” he says before downing his beer.

  With her hand in mine, I lead her up the stairs to Tommy’s room. “Where are we going?”

  “Away from the noise. Away from them. Thought maybe we could get to know each other a little better.”

  Her hand feels so soft and tiny in mine. She’s this petite thing with wavy brown hair and eyes that match. She can’t be more than one-hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and she's as plain as white bread. Well, she was. Until she caked on all that eyeliner. She looks better without it, in my opinion. She’s a cute girl, I’ll give her that. But she lacks everything that I’ve always been attracted to. “You having fun?” I ask her, though I know damn well that her response will be a lie.

  “I’m having a great time.” There it is. Lie. Girls like Willa have no idea what fun is. She’s so sheltered. I’m pretty sure she lied to her stuck-up parents just to get out of the house tonight. There is no way in hell her stepdad, the pastor, would have let her leave otherwise. And her mom, the school librarian? Not a chance. They’re uptight and look down on people like me because they think they’re better than us with their holier than though attitudes.

  Willa is different. I can tell that she’s miserable in her same old, day in and day out mundane life. She craves excitement. And, I plan to give it to her. If only for a night.

  I push open Tommy’s bedroom door and don’t bother to turn the lights on. There’s a small glimmer of light coming from the open closet and I can see all that I need to see.

  “Have a seat.” I nod toward the open queen-sized bed. When she sits down on the foot of it, I join her. Taking her hand in mine. “I really like you, Willa.”

  Her eyes light up. “You do?”

  “Mmhmm, I do.”

  “You sure don’t act like it. Before last week, you never said a word to me.”

  I shrug a shoulder. “I’m shy. Like you.” My fingers begin tracing the inside of her palm. “I’m glad we’re finally alone. I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” My eyes close and I lean forward to kiss her, but when I feel her pull away, I straighten up. “What’s wrong? You don’t wanna kiss me?”

  Her head drops down and she looks at my fingers that are tangled with hers. “I do. It’s just that—”

  “You’ve never kissed a boy before?”

  She shakes her head, no.

  “Then I can teach you. Give you your first kiss. Do you want that?”

  Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she nods. “Ok.”

  Cupping her cheeks in both of my hands, I turn her head toward me. “Close your eyes.” When she does, I press my mouth to hers. Prying her lips open with my tongue and sliding it inside of her mouth. She tastes as sweet as she looks. Using my hands as a guide, our heads move gently as her mouth opens and closes, her tongue finally perking up and dancing with mine. “There you go,” I mutter into her mouth.

  Dropping one hand, I slide it between her legs and give her inner thigh a gentle squeeze. I can feel her body tense up and I bet she’s creaming in her panties right now. I know that I’m hard as a fucking rock. I didn’t think she’d turn me on this much, but there is something about her lack of experience that has me wanting to teach her everything I know, and then some.

  Leaning to the side, I pull her down with me as we drop onto the bed. With our mouths still connected, I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her. “You’re doing so good.”

  “I am?” she asks, seeking my praise and approval.

  “Fuck yeah, you are.” My open palm slides up the length of her leg then beneath her sweater. Her waist is just as smooth as her hands. Satin-like, and I can feel a trail of goosebumps cascade from my touch. Both of her hands wrap around my neck and her legs part, inviting me in. “Do you want me to show you more?”

  “Ok.”

  My hand slithers farther up her shirt, beneath her bra, cupping one of her breasts. Small, but perky. I begin rolling her nipple between my fingers as she grinds herself against me. She fucking wants me so bad. I can probably make her come with her clothes still on. I press my cock into her, grinding back.

  “Lars,” she whispers, “can I touch you?”

  “Hell yes, you can.” Is that even a question? She’s making this easier than I thought she would.

  Arching my back, I reach between us and pop the button on my jeans and slide her hand down my pants. Her dainty fingers shiver as she wraps them around my cock. I slide my hand down her leggings and, to my surprise, she’s completely bare, and as I suspected, her pussy is soaking wet. My fingers circle around her clit and she lets out a subtle moan, curving her back and forcing herself into me. She’s a horny little thing.

  “Let’s get this stuff out of the way.” I sit up and tear off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. She looks up at me with doe eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth. Shit, she looks pretty fucking sexy right now. Who would have thought?

  I give the bottom of her shirt a tug and she sits up, allowing me to take it off. Then she unclasps her bra and lets it fall between us. “Fuck,” I mumble as I take in the view. Her pink buds are sticking out, hard and hungry. “You sure you want this?”

  She nods, so I take my pants off, followed by hers. I can feel her body tremble as my fingers skate down her stomach to her open legs. I trail my index finger up and down her pussy. “Have you ever been fingered before?”

  She nods her head, yes.

  My eyes widen. Something ticks inside of me. “You have? Who’s touched you?” My words come out much harsher than I planned.

  Her cheeks flush, and she pinches her eyes shut. “Just by myself.”

  My body relaxes. “Damn, that’s hot.” I enter her slowly. Little by little, until my finger is all the way in. I slide it out just as slowly. Then back in. “Does that hurt?”

  “No.”

  Dropping my head down, I drag my teeth over her collarbone. “Do you want more?”

  “Ok.”

  A girl of few words, but I can guarantee she knows exactly what she wants. I slide another finger in and I can feel her stretch around me. She’s so fucking tight. Picking up my speed, I pump faster, and she lets out a whimper. I lean forward and look at her. “Still ok?”

  Her eyes are still pinched shut as she chews on her bottom lip. “Mmmhm.” Maybe she’s lying. Or maybe looking at me will remind her that she’s making a big ass mistake letting me touch her.

  “Can I put my dick inside you?” Man, that sounded so fucking terrible. Not at all how I wanted it to.

  Her eyes shoot open. “I…I don’t know, Lars. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

  I raise a brow. “How about just the tip? I’ll stop if it hurts.” It’s a lie, really. Once she gets a little, she’ll want it all.

  She hesitates for a bit. Breakin
g eye contact and glancing over my shoulder. “What if someone comes in?”

  My fingers pump inside of her, and I can feel her swell around them. “I locked the door. No one is coming in here.”

  More hesitation.

  “Ok. But just for a second.”

  Damn. I didn’t think she’d agree this easily. Now that she has, my heart is fucking pounding in my chest. It’s not the first time I’ve taken a girl’s virginity. I have no idea why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t do this. She’s so soft and timid. Moral and kind. But, I barely know the girl. I have no emotional attachment to her. Why the hell am I doubting myself?

  “Lars?” She grabs my attention. “Are you ok?”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

  Just fucking do it, dumbass. She’s ready and willing. Wet and waiting.

  Fuck.

  Before I can even make a decision, her hand stretches down between us. She takes my cock in her hand and lines it up with her entrance. Her hips raise, practically begging for it. So, I give her what she wants.

  My head slides in and her hands slap my shoulders. Her fingertips digging into my skin. “You ok?” I ask, again.

  She nods, so I push in more. Giving her the shallow part of my cock. She moans in pleasure as she bucks her hips up, forcing more of me inside her. I begin sliding in and out. “You’re so damn tight.” Without meaning to, I look into her eyes. She looks right back at me. Full of wonder for the future and what this means for us. What this means for her. That’s what I see. Those are the questions I imagine are running rampant through her head.

  Nothing. We have no future. When I’m done here, I’m taking her home and I’ll probably never talk to her again.