I let out a growl of frustration, setting the bar back into place with wobbly arms. Irritated, I get up and walk over to the locker rooms, hoping a cold shower will do me some good and get my mind out of the gutter.
Passing the girls’ locker room, I run smack-dab into Kenzie Jones. Literally. Her petite body collides with mine, and I nearly bulldoze her over. I must not have seen her due to the height difference—that and the fact that I probably wasn’t paying any attention.
“Oh!” Kenzie lets out a startled noise, stumbling a few steps back. She opens her mouth, probably to curse me out, but quickly closes it when she realizes it’s me. Her eyes dance with excitement. “Bronx.”
“Uh, sorry, Kenz,” I reply lamely, trying to skirt around her.
“Long time no chat,” she says, placing a hand on my bicep and flashing me a flirtatious smile. She tucks a strand of dark-blond hair that fell out of her bun behind her ear.
You mean long time no fuck, I think.
I’ve hooked up with Kenzie once or twice at some random frat party over the years. From what I remember, she was a good lay, but we never really talked.
Come to think of it, I haven’t had sex in over a month. Probably a record for me, I think. The last time I hooked up with someone was after the first anatomy test when I dragged Adrianna into that classroom and we had a quickie. Since then, nothing. I’ve been too busy with football and tutoring with Olivia.
Beyond sexually frustrated and needing a fix, I look down at Kenzie, who is already giving me bedroom eyes. Dipping my head, I brush my lips up against the shell of her ear. “Do you really want to chat?” I ask, my voice low and suggestive.
I pull back to see her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. She shakes her head, biting back a smile. “Not really.”
I grab her hand and walk over to the large spin classroom. The lights are out, and no one is inside. Reading the schedule posted on the wall, I realize there won’t be any classes for another two hours. I push open the door and Kenzie happily follows me in, and I flip the latch of the lock, ensuring our privacy.
I spin around, backing her into a dark corner where no one will be able to see us. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist with ease. I press her up against the wall and she grips the back of my neck, pulling my lips to hers. Our lips crash together in a rough, desperate kiss.
She claws at the back of my tank, pulling it up and over my head, then discarding it somewhere on the floor. Her hands settle on my chest while mine roam her body, a lot of skin already on display since she’s only wearing shorts and a sports bra.
Slowly, leisurely, torturously, I grind my still-clothed hips against hers, building friction. A small moan comes from the back of her throat, and I slide a hand up the nape of her neck, tugging at the roots of her blond hair.
I imagine running my hands through long caramel-colored locks, the sweet little sounds Olivia would make if in Kenzie’s position.
Holy hell.
Tugging at the roots of Kenzie’s hair, I angle her face more to the side, deepening the kiss. Her thighs tighten around my waist in a viselike grip, and all I can seem to think about is when Olivia’s thighs were pressed against my hips when I almost kissed her as she sat on the tailgate of the truck after homecoming. How good it felt. Even when it was innocent.
Fucking damn it.
Awareness tears through me like a bullet. All I can think about is Olivia.
Suddenly, everything feels wrong. So, so wrong.
Breathless, I break away from the kiss and hastily drop Kenzie to the floor, where she safely lands on her feet. She looks up at me, giving me awhat the fucklook for stopping so abruptly.
“I can’t, Kenz. I—” I fumble around, looking for my shirt. “I gotta go.”
Guilt forms in the pit of my stomach. Finding my shirt, I pull it on and walk out of the gym, heart pounding.
Eighteen
Girl Troubles
The next day, guilt is still settled deep in the pit of my stomach, eating away at me like acid after my little gym mishap. Ashamed and mortified, I refuse to leave my room in fear of running into Olivia.
I purposefully skip our anatomy lecture to avoid her and those in the class who witnessed my outburst in our lab section. I couldn’t care less that anyone else witnessed it, but her . . .
I could tell that I startled her with my behavior. Why wouldn’t she be startled when I completely blew up out of nowhere? Then the hurt on her face when I jerked my arm away from her and stormed out like a child kills me inside, thinking back on it now. And the whole gym mishap . . .
God I’m such an idiot.
I know my actions were just hormones and pent-up sexual frustration, but I never should have let it go that far. I was angry and needed a release that the gym couldn’t give me, and Kenzie was the first thing that stumbled into my path that I thought would help. It was stupid and impulsive, and three months ago I would have followed through, but then Olivia kept popping into my head and I just couldn’t.