Untouchable (Unstoppable 1)

My eyes followed Riley's lycra-clad ass like a horny heat-seeking missile, and my groin stiffened to the point of painful. It wasn’t the first time my dick had reacted to her body, far from it. But it might have been the first time I'd looked at her and known nothing stood between us. My feet drew to a stop and my chest expanded as saliva pooled in my mouth. I flattened a hand over my still damp hair as every muscle tensed.

Do not fucking go there.

As if she heard me, Riley flicked her head back and peered over her shoulder. Bright green eyes found mine and bulged instantly. She stumbled once, righting herself as my gaze latched onto hers, holding her captive. Her forehead scrunched and her slim shoulders shuddered with her indrawn breath. Pink spots bloomed on her cheeks.

Visibly straining with the effort, she finally tugged her gaze from mine—a fraction of a second too late. I’d already clocked the desire raging in her eyes. And even if I hadn’t, I’d seen it there a thousand times before. She couldn’t hide then, and she damn sure couldn’t hide it from me now. Not even when her lids swooped down and she swung her head away, scampering out of sight like she knew what would happen if I caught up to her.

Fuck, I was imagining it right now. Picturing all the ways I could make her scream my name.

My teeth ground together, and I hung my head, reaching down to tug at the denim stretching taut over my crotch.

I wanted her. Badly. In a way I hadn't been able to before.

And every reason I'd ever had to stay the hell away just ceased to fucking matter.

I needed to talk to Leon. Soon. I wouldn't go near her until I'd given him a chance to get used to the idea.

But after that, all bets were off.

It was past time.

“What's up?” Leon stood outside the local burger joint with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

Face grim, I strolled up to him, wiping my oil stained hands on a rag. “We need to talk.”

His head tipped to the side, a sandy brow lifting halfway in question, but a flash of accusation lit in his eyes, making me think he knew exactly what this was about.

“Right,” he muttered, drawing the word out.

Planting my thumbs on my hips, I widened my stance and met his heavy stare head on. “I'm not gonna fuck around here, man. I think you know what I'm gonna say. I want to talk about Riley—”

“You've got to be fucking kidding me,” he cut in, nostrils flaring with a snort of air.

“You knew this was coming, Le.”

His head snapped back, thick brows scaling his forehead. “Oh, I did? I've been fucking warming her up for you? That’s what I've been doing?”

My fingers twitched and blood rushed to my head. I had no plans for this discussion to turn physical, but he needed to not fucking say shit like that again. I aimed a finger directly between his eyes. “Don't talk about her like that.”

“Ha! This is fucking unbelievable.” He paced away a few strides, his palm clasping the back of his head. Pivoting back sharply, he speared me with a derisive glare. “You’ve wanted her all this time?”

“Doesn't matter. Things are different now.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did you make a play for her? That why she ended it with me?”

My brows pulled together, teeth catching the inside of my cheek and clamping down. My eyes drilled into his. “You think I'd do that?”

“What the fuck do you expect me to think? She cut me loose two days ago and now you're standing here telling me you want to start something with her. That is what you're doing, right? That's what this is? Sorry Riley fucked you over, Le, but don't worry, I'm gonna fuck her real goo—”

My hand shot out and wrapped around his throat without instruction. I didn’t stop to consider why the fuck his words had me so bent out of shape. Bringing my face in line with his until we were nose to nose, I growled, “I'm not gonna say it again. Watch your fucking mouth.”

An acrid smirk contorted Leon’s lips, and his fisted hands pushed into my chest, forcing me back. Eager murmurs came from behind. I’d seen a handful of Claremont students milling around earlier. They edged closer now. Fucking great. We had an audience.

Releasing my hold on his neck, I took a measured step back and lowered my voice. “Look, I get you don't like it. I'm not saying I'm gonna do anything right now, but I wanted to give you a heads up. Thought it was only fair.”

He raised the back of his palm to rub at the spot on his neck, betrayal emanating from his slitted eyes. “You're fucking crazy if you think I'm gonna be okay with this.”

“That's how it's going to be?”