Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

"She decided to stay in her room"

I look up at her windows. Why would she stay in her room if she was always the first to come to a party like this?

"I'll be right back, start without me" I say to the guys, about to go see if she's up to any mischief.

"Matt!" Reenah's voice calls out, forcing me to stop. "Aren't you afraid your team will lose while you're gone?"

The bitch defies me, folding her arms across her chest and sizzling me with her green eyes.

"Why should they?"

"Because I'm here now. And I'm very good with the balls!"

Is it just me, or does that sound ambiguous? The guys hoot, prompting the heated altercation, and I smirk.

"Just with the balls, Reenah?"

"You'll never know."

I throw my head back and laugh!

"That's what you said a few days ago, and I can still hear your loud moans."

The look of piercing eyes flashes but immediately goes out as she reaches out and examines her fingernails with a bored look.

"That doesn't count. You took me by surprise. You can't even put a full point in the game."

"And you want a full point?" I pull the corner of my lips up, returning to my place.

It's doubtful that Lana decided to pull some kind of stunt. She's probably just protesting after the latest events. Well, let her stay in her room while the others have fun. I'll be more relaxed.

"If I'd wanted to, I would have let you know yesterday."

"You did!"

The guys are listening to us like we're in a fucking debate. Sergio with obviously dissatisfied, Red with excitement, the rest just because they' re interested.

"So? Ready to play with a real opponent?" The savage slyly changes the subject, taking the ball from Sergio and tossing it in the air for a few times.

"Throw it!"

And she does! I must say that I have never seen a more entertaining game with a female representative. Not only that, but Reenah plays like a professional. She doesn't stomp on the spot, she doesn't dodge the ball like other women, running aside. So she also hits with such force that my boys miss several serves.

Eventually the game turns from a warm-up to a full game, because now I'm hitting with full force. Rie takes the ball without fear of breaking her nails, doesn't hesitate to fall to the ground, and it fucking turns me on!

If Sergio initially called her in to admire her taut ass during the game, now the girl is not seen as an ornament on the court. She's a full-fledged team player, even better than some of the crooked idiots here. I even regret sending the little devil to the opposing team. In fact, the two of us could have defeated them on our own.

I thought I could enjoy the spectacle of shaking boobs, and I don't even have time to watch them, though I lie. I watch her sharp and skillful movements more than anyone else. I love the way this wild cat moves, how she doesn't give up and pulls her team of weaklings to the last to win. Of course, they're a long way from winning, because Red and I have been to professional volleyball and can easily beat them, but if it weren't for her, the game would have been over long ago.

The game is so absorbing that I don't immediately realize that the curtains on the window in Lana's bedroom are closed. It is only when I once again look up at the house that the information reaches my brain. I miss the ball, sinking into a second of confusion. What the fuck is this? Why close the curtains during the day? Does she want to sleep with the music playing or something?

I take off with an inexplicable foreboding and cross the lawn at a brisk pace to enter the house. I walk up the stairs, feeling the tension seize my consciousness. My intuition had always been my strong suit, and now it tells me that the little fool has decided to do something right under my nose.

I pull the door handle. It's locked. Fucking hell.

Without wasting a second, I bump my shoulder into the plywood, and it creaks off its hinges.

Lana's eyes popped open in horror, and the dude I know is jumping out of her bed at that moment.

"Say thank to the God that you' re dressed, asshole!"

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