Wrestling With Demons

Wrestling With Demons

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"I said I can't!" I said as loud as I could, my breath coming out as pants as I looked up at him. His shirtless and sweaty body was pure perfection. "Yes you can." He growled slightly, fixing the gloves on his hand, "And if you weren't so busy checking me out you would be able to finish training so we could go to sleep. But I know that's hard, I mean look at me." "Oh bite me," I growled softly, taking the small metal five pound training ball from the ground next to me and throwing it at him. I watched as it hit him in his side and he raised his eyebrow like it didn't even hurt him. "I would love to." He said in his deep voice, a growl playing at the edge of his voice as he walked towards me and pushed me up against the wall. "I told you not to tease me," He said looking down at my body, a smirk playing at his lips, his eyes full of lust. "Now you have to pay."
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"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

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