“Oh no? Does Joey know that?”
“We were broken up. That was us trying to get back together. I hate you!”
“Good! I’m not too fucking fond of you right now either.”
When she started bawling, I felt a bit of remorse and was fucking drunk.
“You could never give me what he could, so why did you have to do that, Links? Why?”
“I could give it to you better than he ever could.”
“I need a man, not a boy.”
A challenge arose, and I stepped up to the challenge. “I can be a man, Sadi, better than you’ve ever experienced.” I grabbed her and kissed her.
“I can’t do this with you …”
“Try me. I won’t disappoint. Never have.”
“I won’t be one of many.”
Drunk and horny, I caved, “Fine.” (Mistake 4).
I brought her home, and she still wouldn’t give it up, but I have always been a competitor, and if she needed me to prove something, I sure as fuck was up to the challenge.
I woke to my dick in her mouth in my bed, sucking, slurping, and fingering herself. I could deal with this.
Boy, was I wrong. She got knocked up right away. But this kid was in challenge mode, yet another competition. I was going to be a dad, better than Landon ever was to me.
Sadi was a freak. A mess. A fucking crazy-ass rag. She told me I ruined her, like her ass had any better options in life than what I could give her. She was going to have an abortion. I told her no. We broke up. She went and fucked Joey. I brought over my three girls and had one of the raunchiest nights of my life, and she appeared.
I felt like a piece of shit for days. I assumed I was in love with her since eating, sleeping, and functioning were hell. Yeah, hell. I’d met its keeper a few times in my day. The Sadi issue just stirred those feelings back up. Feelings that I had buried in enough pussy that it had not mattered until now. A father who left you with a mother who couldn’t stay sober, that kind of hell that I certainly wasn’t going to put my kid through. So, I told her I loved her (Mistake 5),and she told me she had an abortion.
Dreams crushed, heartbroken, and completely devastated that the one little, tiny part of me was gone. A part of me that wouldn’t be tarnished or burned by life’s little secrets had been torn away from me. That life was one I would no doubt have loved, now gone, and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.
So, what do I do? I angry fucked that bitch stupid. I banged her in hopes that she knew what it was she was losing (Mistake 6). Then I tossed her ass aside.
Fuck her, fuck everyone, and fuck love.
The problem was she wouldn’t let go. She played the I-made-a-mistake card, and I played the hell-yeah-you-did, go-fuck-yourself one.
Welcoming the change in schools that was happening that year, I played my ass off in football. I was going to be captain. I deserved to be. My senior year playing football was going to be a year to break records, and the community would talk about it for an eternity.
I might have been off my normal turf, new school and all, but I would own it there. Anyone who thought I couldn’t would be dead-ass wrong. Enter one big titted blonde with an even bigger attitude.
That one girl, one little foot-stomping, eye-rolling, I want you, I hate you, I love you, I need you to be my friend, turned my world upside down and inside out.
?
I grew up—well, maybe not grew up—but I grew as a person in the nearly five years I had been welcomed with open arms into the Ross family. Tessa Ross …beautiful blonde tomboy who hid behind baggy shirts and a ponytail had caught my eye the first time I saw her tits bounce as she ran from her family’s pond and threw a shirt over a blue two-piece bathing suit. Then she rolled those blue eyes at me when I gave her my signature stare and “the look.” She rolled her eyes at me, Lucas Links, star quarterback, a privileged kid, with looks and moves to back up my cocky, arrogant demeanor.
Tessa Ross. My God, how I loved that girl. But back then, I had no clue what to do with the love she gave. I had no idea that we would go through so much, and I had no idea that, even when you were in the same room with the same person so often, you could still miss every damn thing about them.
What I did know is that I lost her. I didn’t deserve her. And that I’d be damned if I wouldn’t learn from my epic fuck-up and one day be exactly the man Tessa, and only Tessa, knew I could be.
ONE
DECEMBER RAIN