Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 by Antoinette Candela Page B

Elle walking off the dance floor with the guy whispering into her ear and his arm snaked around her waist. I fight back the rage that’s building inside me. The hurt in my heart swells as I watch her and then drop my eyes to the second prize beside me. That’s what all the other girls who come into my life after Elle will now be considered. A fucking second prize, which makes me a fucking loser.
    “Let’s go.”
     

     
    I’m not sure what I’m thinking as I unlock the front door and let the redhead slip past me. She rubs her ass against my hip and I get that feeling, but it’s not like it used to be. It feels wrong; everything I’m about to do feels messed up. It’s like I’m cheating, even though I’m not with Elle anymore. My heart can’t shake it. Is that possible? She doesn’t seem to have a hard time with letting me go, but it would be easier for her since I’m the one that left. I mean, that’s what it looks like to her. I abandoned her. I fed her a bunch of bullshit lines to appease her and make her feel wanted. I bet that’s what she’s been thinking the entire time, that is, if I even cross her mind anymore.
    The fact that she can move on so easily means she was prepared for me to fuck up. She knew that I would prove her worst fears, that I was trouble like she said I was. She still had up some of the walls around her heart with me. I guess I’m okay with that. I don’t think there was anything I could do or say with everything she went through with Cane. I don’t blame her. I guess any guy that comes after him is going to suffer like me with her fears and doubts about love. I hope the next dude... scratch that. I’m not going there. It makes me fucking angry. Who and what am I angry at anyway? Myself? Yeah, me. There’s no one else to blame for this, and I know it. The hard part about this whole thing is that she got to me in a way no other woman has. Right now I don’t think I could replace someone like her. Maybe over time, a long time, but not now. Shit. Maybe not ever.
    After I close the door behind me and lock it, I’m ambushed by Sierra as I walk into the living room. She wraps her hands around my neck and firmly presses her body against me, causing me to back into the wall while she plants her hungry lips against mine.
    “Hey, hey...” I chuckle. “Relax.” I clutch her by the arms and gently pull her off me. “There’s no need to be hasty.” I don’t know how I manage to sound so calm, but I do, even though I’m shaking like a leaf just being alone with this girl. It’s like I’m some damn, horny ass teenager about to have sex for the first time. God, a couple of months ago I was the one peeling off her clothes, and now I’m peeling her off me. Shit. This is all wrong.
    “Come on,” she moans as she caresses my shoulder. She follows me to the couch where I sit down and put my head in my hands. “What’s wrong?” she probes. I look up and smile. She licks her lips and stares at me. “Do you remember what we did last time?”
    “Hmm...” I close my eyes and play along. “Refresh my memory.”
    “Okay,” she responds, but she’s quiet for too long. When I open my eyes, she’s shedding her top and her skirt is already at her ankles. She kicks it aside. It’s not the skirt that’s got me all bothered; it’s the fact she’s wearing red lingerie. Did I tell her that red is my favorite color? Oh, shit. Red. Fucking red. I’m instantly feeling it. I close my eyes, inhale deeply and then reopen my eyes. Bad idea. She straddles me with her hot breath blowing on my neck. She’s pawing me while tugging at the hem of my shirt and then roughly pulling it over my head. What the fuck? I grab her hips and feel her move above me. I’m fighting like a motherfucker not to just bang the shit out of her to release all my frustrations and tension. No strings. No fucking strings.
    My mind goes blank as I press her down on me. She moans when she feels my dick and how it’s