“Simply now, tonight,” he admitted. “They’ll be handled. And it’s crystal clear, whoever is behind all of this not solely wished our golf equipment to go to warfare, however additionally they focused you. I don’t know if it was merely since you had been within the motel room that evening or if it’s one thing extra sinister. So, you see, you have to keep put.”

His logic was sound, his concern real, nevertheless it was the underlying present of his want that swayed me. The considered spending one other evening underneath the identical roof, particularly with the day’s adrenaline nonetheless coursing by means of us, was each daunting and intoxicating.

The evening’s earlier hazard had introduced us nearer, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths in us each. But, it was his protectiveness, the simple draw I felt in direction of him, that tipped the scales.

As I nodded my settlement, part of me questioned on the knowledge of blurring traces additional, of inviting complication into an already advanced net of loyalty and want. However one other half, maybe extra reckless, was intrigued by the joys of the unknown, by the warmth that simmered simply beneath the floor of our interactions.

Riptide’s condominium, as soon as an emblem of enemy territory, had turn into a sanctuary of types. A spot the place the roles we performed inside our golf equipment may very well be shed, if just for some time. As I settled in for the evening, I pushed away the guilt surrounding me.

In Riptide’s kitchen, a spot that screamed bachelor with its stainless-steel surfaces and minimalistic vibe, I discovered myself marveling on the scene unfolding earlier than me. Riptide, the formidable president of the Slayers, was donning a black apron and cooking dinner for me. The aroma of steaks scorching on the range crammed the air, mingling with the scent of roasting potatoes. It was home, surreal, and completely shocking.

He seen my astonishment and flashed a smile. “You’re going to want your power,” he joked, however his eyes held a seriousness that reversed his informal tone.

The meal felt oddly like a date, an anomaly in our tough and tumble world. It had been ages since I used to be on an actual date. As a Heel, my nights had been filled with random encounters, fly by evening lovers and one-night stands.

Riptide made drinks, a easy but considerate gesture, and we sat at his small kitchen desk, an island of intimacy within the midst of our tumultuous lives. But, regardless of the appearance of normalcy, the silence between us was laden with unstated battle, with the adrenaline that also coursed by means of our veins from the evening’s earlier occasions.

Dinner handed in a pleasurable blur. The meals was scrumptious however nearly secondary to the convenience between us. It was clear that the kitchen, with its dim lighting and the intimate setup, was only a precursor to what we each desired.

As soon as the plates had been cleared, Riptide closed the hole between us in two strides. The warmth of his physique, the last word dessert, I instinctively wrapped my arms round him. Our lips met in a kiss that ignited the lingering adrenaline right into a flame. My legs had been wrapping round him subsequent as he lifted me and carried me towards his bed room.

Laid gently on his mattress, the dialog between us resumed amidst kisses and the frantic shedding of garments.

“This morning… it simply occurred,” I breathed, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscle mass, feeling the stress beneath his pores and skin.

Riptide paused, his gaze assembly mine with an influence that stilled the air round us. “However tonight, that is actually premeditated,” he acknowledged, his voice tough with want. “We all know the stakes. Our golf equipment… in the event that they knew…”

Our mutual needs weren’t stunted by the reminder of the hazard. “Being collectively, it’s like taking part in with hearth,” I admitted, the parallel between our actions and people we condemned in Blade and Cowgirl not misplaced on me. “We may very well be seen as traitors, identical to them.”

He kissed me once more, a promise and a reassurance multi function. “However not like them, we’re not plotting in opposition to our golf equipment. We’re preventing for them, even when it doesn’t appear that approach.”

The dialog continued, punctuated by kisses and the urgency to really feel nearer, to erase the boundaries that our roles inside our golf equipment imposed on us. Every contact, every whispered phrase, was a riot in opposition to the roles we had been purported to play, a defiance of the principles that sought to maintain us aside.

But, at the same time as we gave in to our needs, the truth of our state of affairs lingered on the fringe of consciousness. Riptide, as president, risked every little thing, his place, his repute, even his life, for this liaison with a member of the Hell on Heelz.

“We’re treading on skinny ice,” he murmured, his fingers teasing my physique with want and hazard.

“I do know,” I whispered again, caught within the whirlwind of ardour and peril that outlined us.

In that second, on the precipice of surrendering to our needs, the complexity of our relationship was laid naked. We had been allies in a shared struggle, lovers in a forbidden romance, and potential adversaries within the eyes of these we referred to as household.

But, as we crossed the road into the unknown, as soon as extra, the danger felt value it, for the prospect to discover the depths of what lay between us, even when it was only for another evening.

Chapter 12

Riptide

Waking up with Star curled up in my arms was like a rattling calm spot within the storm of my life. Couldn’t assist however drop a kiss on her brow, absorbing the rightness of her being there. She shifted underneath my contact, sparking a hearth in me instantly. I used to be nearly to dive again into her when a pointy knock on the door blew the second to hell.

Muttering a curse, I snagged some shorts and headed to the door, mind racing about who the hell would present up at this hour. What I discovered on the opposite aspect threw me for a loop. My ex, Hillary, stormed in, her face screaming hassle, able to unleash hell.

Bitch went off, firing complaints like a rattling machine gun. My thoughts was racing again to Star, needing to protect her from this crapstorm. Managed to maintain Hillary outta the bed room, slamming the door like a line between my previous mess and the now.

“Acquired somebody right here?” Hillary snapped, eyes slicing by means of me. “What, I’ve barely cooled off out of your sheets, and there’s already somebody new? It’s solely been every week.”

“I’ve moved on,” I barked, feeling the load of these phrases greater than ever.

The argument with Hillary spiraled outta management, her leaving lastly letting me breathe. However the peace was gone. Star was up, her face telling me she caught the entire present.

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