Page 29 of Untamed
When a bull rider dismounts from or is bucked off a bull, the bull sometimes goes after the rider or the bullfighter and attempts to hook the human target with his horns. This is known as being "hooked."
Leave her alone. Don’t even look her way.
Ignoreher. Ignore her tears. Ignore what Dani said and the vulgar remarks about her.
She’s not my problem. But I do stare, and I can’t stop. Her chest rises rapidly, the color in her cheeks flaming. My head spins with heat and pure need.
Fuck, I want her.
“She’s a slut, dude.” That’s what Dani said.
I close my eyes, trying to hold on to any patience I have left. I bring the bottle to my lips. Maybe then it’ll keep me from reacting.
“She’s got a great ass.” That’s what some dude said. Surprisingly, I didn’t hit him. Wanted to, but I restrained myself.
“I’ve hit it a few times.” That guy, the one who said that, he now has a broken nose, my restraint wavered, but that’s what he said.
Leave her alone, I warn myself, again. Sure, I tell myself that, but I rarely listen. It is in fact this image of those legs, that ass, the quick-to-pink cheeks, her long blonde hair begging to be wrapped around my fist that got me into trouble in the first place. I mentally kick myself for ever looking her way.
Stupid fuck. I realize I need to get laid. This age legal shit is turning out to be a burden. Would it really be that bad if I fucked her?
I think about it. You know I do.
And then I remember how it felt when the judge handed down the “statutory rape” charge and that the sharp, cold, terrifying accusation of something I didn’t do isn’t worth it. Hell yes, it’s a big deal. She’s off limits. Northing’s worth losing the championship over.
I can’t risk it. Even if it means I’ll be jerking off to the image before me for the next week. I feel bad for her, too. I know what it’s like for people to have a predetermined opinion of you once you’re labeled with something you didn’t do.
“Stop looking at her. You have a kid.”
I glare at my little sister and rip the drink from her hand. “So what? Doesn’t mean I can’t look.” Or stare.
“Yes, it does, old man. Besides, she’s a slut.”
Anger curls inside me. “How do you know?”
“Joel fucks around with her. Word is Kade does too. And half the senior class.”
My entire body tightens. The thought of any man touching her body besides me sends a surge of anger through my blood.
I snap my eyes to Joel Peterson. Same douche who’d been giving Maesyn shit last night. He’s staring at her. His cagey look on his face pricks at my skin. He’s up to something and I don’t know what, but it better not haveanythingto do with Maesyn or he’s going to know what a wired-shut jaw feels like.
