Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Thee Shant Block Orgasms

Song: Troye Sivan's "Happy Little Pill"

Ridge: 

I pummel my fists through the bag, and it rocks back and forth obnoxiously, making me punch it even more, roaring in frustration as my fists go at it nonstop. I see fucking red everywhere and nothing matters but bringing that punching bag down. 

Fuck. 

My knuckles start bleeding and I just ignore the pain. 

Easy enough when there is another bigger pain competing for my attention. 

North. 

North. 

North. 

I need her.

And I will never make her mine. 

For fucking ever.

I punch some more. 

I need her, I need that attitude, I need that half shaved head, I need those lips on me, I need mine on her, I need her eyes to look at me the way I want her to, I want her to kiss me every morning as greeting, not a stiff hello, I need to be pounding inside of her as her eyes never leave mine, ecstasy bringing every nerve of both my body and hers to life. 

It's not like I'm in love or shit. I just fucking need her. Simple. 

"What did that bag ever do to you?" The mocking voice breaks through my concentrated trance. 

I turn, Jack's raising his eyebrows, hands crossed over his chest. 

"What?" I snap. He holds his hands up in surrender. 

"Just thought I'd knock some common sense into you for hopes of getting your balls back,"

"Fuck off,"

"Can't, something's wrong with North, and if North's in a crabby mood, then Tate is, and if that happens that means two things, I'm not getting any, and also TATE IS IN A CRABBY MOOD, HELLO?? I mean, I would rather eat raspberries then see my girl in a bad mood, oh and the orgasm deficiency is also an inconvenience,"

Jack, big old scary Jack, is deathly allergic to raspberries and is quite afraid of them. The day Tate found out (she'd been eating a bowl of them and offered some to Jack, he'd jumped away like he'd been tasered) she hadn't stopped laughing, and Jack ended up sleeping in his room instead of sneaking to her place in the middle of the night so Isaac Morgan wouldn't catch him. 

"Fuck off," I repeat. I wasn't going to spill my heart out because Tate cock-blocked him. 

"Nope," he leans against the wall in. "What the fuck happened? And I'm not leaving or else I'll tell momma and have her deal with you,"

Oh, not momma, if momma got involved I wouldn't here the end of it.

"I nearly fucked North," I say bluntly, watching carefully for his reaction. I am not disappointed. 

Slowly, his eyes begin bugging out of their sockets, his jaw drops open and disbelief lines his face. "You're kidding--and she...she let you? "

"I didn't, we didn't actually do it...we kissed, there may have been some naked action involved, but we didn't actually screw,"

"Did you make her come?" He says, still with disbelief heavy in his tone. 

I scowl. "That's private,"

"You did, didn't you?" he shakes his head. "And then you fucking stopped? I don't know if you have a death wish?"

"What are you on about?"

"I'm not fucking getting into detail with you," he shudders, lips curling in disgust. "Bottom line: you stopped,"

"Okay..."

"You made her feel like she was under your control and if I know anything it's that you can never make a girl feel like you're the one in control,"

"But I am in control, she's mine and I get to touch her whenever I like and she'll like it," I insist. 

Not anymore though. 

"Well yeah, we guys know that, but you don't show a girl that, should've just screwed her,"

No. Not a good idea. If I had I would have been obsessed with being inside of her. I would have been addicted to being in bed with her. It was better to never start.

"Well fix it, I want my girl smiling again, and I don't know what you need to do, screw North if you have to,"

"Seriously?"

He shrugs, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm a sexualy frustrated fiancee and a father, don't listen to me, I have no idea what I'm saying,"

"Noted,"

Fifteen minutes later I pause my punching as my phone dings for the second time. Scowling, I pick it up. 

Ridge,

I am not driving to your place because your fucking Alpha guards will probably get my ass on the curb before I can do any real damage to your pretty face. GET. OVER. HERE!

I don't know what your fucking deal is. A case means responsibility.

You don't get here you're off the case. Got that?

If I don't get a reply in five days I'm done with you. I'm sick of making excuses for you to the big boss. I look bad on my own without your help.

With Love,

A.G

What the fuck? Grabbing my stuff, I leave our basement, that is practically its own house. 

I knock on North's bedroom door and I hear a yell to come in. I peek, opening the door, she's chewing on her pencil's eraser, seeming deep in thought. So fucking cute. 

I clear my throat and she looks up, eyes dimming but she widens her smile, which makes me sure it's fake. "Hey, Monroe, what's up?"

I smile back, although we both know we're faking. "Check this out,"

I hand her my phone and pursing her lips, she looks over the email that makes absolutely no sense. 

"What's A.G stand for?" she says finally, handing me my phone back. I shake my head. "No idea,"

She stares at me for a second and then, she takes out her own phone, dialing someone. "What are you doing?"

She motions for me to wait and my nostrils flare. I fucking hate ignorance. 

"Hey, my man," she says grinning. I clench my fists. 

"Yeah, I need a favor, I'm going to send you an email address, I need it looked up, that okay?"

"Great, thanks, Kaleb, it's: fuckthis@gmail.com, I owe you big time, thanks, buddy, Laters,"

She hangs up. "My friend's going to track down the email, whoever this is, I have no doubt that she or he has to do with what we're looking for,"

***

A.G...huh :)

If you guys figure this one out before I reveal the person then you deserve a Nobel, honestly. Might want to check the summaries of book 1, 3, and 4, the initials stand for a name....

if you don't want to then you'll be hella shocked,

Laters,

Reagan