Page 17 of Run For Me (Until You’re Mine Duet #1)

Chapter Seventeen

Him

This girl is more amazing than I ever could have imagined.

Even without knowing me, she gets me. Which is…

a tough thing to understand. I’m pissed I let my guard down, letting my shitty mood allow me to be vulnerable with a stranger.

Vulnerable is something I don’t do. I don’t connect with people.

Don’t talk about serious shit. Don’t let people in.

But is she a stranger? I don’t think so. I’m a stranger to her, absolutely, but I know who she is now.

That was her in the library, I know it. Not only by looks, but I felt it.

She’s like me.

I just know it.

The journal intrigued me.

Talking to her on the app was fun.

But seeing her?

My god, I think I’m in love. I’ve never had that sort of reaction to a woman before, something deeper than just physical.

The way my chest warmed and my hands itched to touch her, to run my fingers along her soft, creamy skin.

The way I wanted to lose myself in her bright blue eyes, literally jump into them and live there forever.

In a place I would be safe. Wrap my fingers in her blonde and pink hair and tug…

Blonde and pink, just like the photo.

The ripped jeans, T-shirt, messenger bag, and torn up shoes are fitting.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it all suits her.

The whole look. She’s damn near perfect.

Not even close to my regular type, but the big-boobed bitches with lip filler and too much makeup were just a distraction.

Something to keep my mind busy. This girl?

She’s something that could cure me. Maybe not completely, but enough that I don’t feel like I’m going mad every goddamn day of my tedious life.

I watched her for a long time through the stacks, peering through the shelving as she slept.

And when she woke, I continued to stare.

She looked around as if she felt me, knew I was near, but then her phone rang and her attention was pulled from me.

I didn’t like that. Not one damn bit. I almost stepped from the shadows to show her I was there, but that would have ruined this little game.

I watched as she walked away, my eyes never leaving those luscious hips, her full ass, thighs that I want my face crushed between. God, if I died between those legs, I’d die a happy man. Fuck, I stood there staring at her, my dick so hard I could’ve hammered nails with it.

And now? The way she responded to my vulnerability, admitting to me that she just fucking gets it… what the hell am I going to do here?

She has a boyfriend. At least, she did as of last Sunday. Wouldn’t be the first time I stole someone’s girlfriend, but I’m not looking to settle down.

So what? Just a fuck? This feels different. But if it is different, why haven’t I told her who I am yet? Why haven’t I told her to meet me somewhere deep in the woods so I can chase her down and fuck her on the damp ground? Crush her face into the dirty leaves while I take her from behind?

It’s a mystery to me.

It doesn’t help that my head is a mess after the stupid chat with my father. Of the mention of my mother… The one person I try to forget about at all costs because just the mention of her has me raging.

Now’s the time I wish Mindy weren’t such a dumb bitch because I could use a good fuck to get all this shit off my mind. But Mindy is never satisfying. Guess the gym is my next best bet. I change into a pair of gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt, grab my keys, and I’m out the door.

I spend twenty minutes on the treadmill, going from a walk to a full-on run.

When I’m done, I’m sweating and amped up, so I move into the weight room.

I used to come to the gym consistently but stopped over the summer.

I really need to get back into it. Being here feels good.

My heart pumping, the adrenaline, the burn, the fucking sweat dripping down my body… it’s addicting.

I grab a fifteen pound and twenty-pound weight, then head to the mirror and start doing reps.

Whitechapel blares in my headphones as I work on my forearms, my muscles burning so good. I get lost in the workout, the high of it. Damn, I really miss this shit.

After a few sets, I wipe the weights down and replace them, finish my water, and go to the fountain to fill it up. As I’m filling the bottle, there’s a tap on my shoulder. I turn and when I see a familiar face, I pull out an ear bud.

“Colton, what’s up?”

“Bro, I thought that was you. How’s it been?” He slaps my arm, grinning.

Colton and I know each other from when I was at the gym every day. We were always here at the same time, became pretty good friends and did shit outside of working out too. Life got busy for both of us, though, and I haven’t seen him in a while.

He’s covered in tattoos, even has a few on his face, along with a few piercings. His head is shaved, and his eyes are the weirdest shade of green. They almost look fake.

“Not bad, man. How about you?”

We move to the side as an older woman comes over to fill her pink water bottle. She’s half my size, her hair dark, short, and poofy. Good for her for being here.

“Same old shit. You haven’t been around in a while.”

I shake my head. “Nah, it was a busy summer, and now I’m back in school, so.”

“Yeah, where you going? Still at NSD?”

“Yep,” I tell him. “What have you been doing?”

“Working and gym. Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

I shake my head. “Not a damn thing. You got something going on?”

“Going to a party. You should come.” He taps me on the arm again and smiles.

“Yeah? Where’s it at?”

“Shoreline. We can ride together, if you want?”

“Uh, I’ve got nothing to change into. I can meet you there, or you can meet me at my place.”

“Yeah, that’s cool. You heading out now?”

I’d planned on staying here a few more hours, but now that I’ve got something else to do, I may as well go.

“Yep. See you in thirty?”

He nods and we go our separate ways.

A party is exactly what I need to get my mind off all this shit with the little dove and my annoyance with my parents.

Little alcohol, maybe some weed, and a lot of fucking pussy.

Contrary to my earlier idea of this party, it does not take my mind from anything.

I find myself moping around for hours, chasing a buzz that never comes. No matter how much I drink, how much I smoke, I feel as sober as a nun.

I can say it has nothing to do with the party and everything to do with me. The music is loud, the atmosphere energized. There’s over three hundred people squished in this house. Most of the girls have their tits out, and I’ve already caught three different people fucking in dark corners.

I grab a beer, wondering if something so simple could do the job and get me drunk. Doubt it, but it’s my last try. Vodka, rum, and even the tequila hasn’t done shit so far. I’ve got nothing to lose at this point.

The music grows louder from the other room as I pop the top of the can and take a long swig.

Tastes like shit, considering all they have is cheap ass beer.

I move toward the living room and stop in the doorway, which is when I see why the music has bumped up.

The guys have formed a big circle, with a group of girls dancing in the middle.

Colton catches my attention by flailing his arm at me.

He’s on the sofa on the far wall that’s part of this makeshift circle, getting a front row, VIP seat to the show.

I push through the crowd and make my way to him.

He and the other guy sitting on the couch, someone I don’t know, push over, making room for me on the center cushion. I sit back and watch, sipping my beer.

The girls are hot, with tight bodies, big tits, and nice asses, and there’s a good variety too. Blonde hair, brown hair, and even a redhead. One girl has long black hair down to her ass, with a few tattoos on her upper arm and a trashy tramp stamp sticking out of her low-cut jeans.

At first, it seems like they’re just putting on a show, but I soon realize they’re competing.

Of course they are. Fucking women and their need to hate on every other human with a pussy.

My annoyance with the whole thing quickly dissipates when the redhead pulls off her shirt, showing off pale tits with blush pink nipples.

“Hell fucking yes!” Colton shouts, pumping his fist in the air and taking a mouthful of his drink.

A smirk crosses my lips as the other girls catch on and they, too, take their shirts off.

One of the blondes saunters over to the couch and gets down to her red lacey thong.

She turns and shakes her ass in front of me and Colton to “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry.

Colton slaps her ass, leaving an instant red mark, and the girl glances over her shoulder to grin at us.

Ah, so that’s how it is?

She turns, straddles my lap and shoves her bare tits in my face. Colton hoots and hollers, the crowd growing wild. Yeah, everyone loves a pair of tits in their face. They’re good tits, but they aren’t hers.

Fuck, why am I still thinking about her?

The girl on my lap reaches for my hands and cups her tits with them. Fake. I inwardly groan. Can anyone just be them-fucking-selves, or what?

Still, for the sake of the party and my mental health, I play with her nipples, making them hard. She throws her head back, pushing into my touch, which is when Colton reaches over and swipes his finger along her pussy.

“She’s wet for you, man,” he shouts in my ear.

If this were any other day, that shit would make me harder than diamonds. Today? I think my cock’s run for the hills.