Blind (Senses Series Book 1) by Xavier Neal Read Free Book Online Page B

vow to put him in the Friend Zone permanently has to start now. It’s gonna take constant repetition to go back to the way things were before he stirred back up those old feelings. But you know what? The sooner the better. Because for once in my life, great things seem to be fast flowing towards me and it’s a wave I happen to wanna ride.

Chapter 9
    Logan
    This is fucking ridiculous. I feel like there isn’t even going to be a goddamn fight with the way I’m feeling. I’m just gonna end up ramming my fist through the guy’s ribcage and it’ll be over in record time, leaving this power surge of adrenaline coursing through my body.
    I. Hate. This. Rage. Nothing good comes from Kellar men when we are in this state.
    “Dude, you’re a little high strung for Fight Night.” Luke points out from his usual post against the wall opposite of me.
    At this point I’m pushing against the wall, a stress reducing technique I heard mentioned on a T.V. show once.
    It’s not fucking working.
    “You okay?”
    “I’m fine,” I groan and push the wall harder, shutting my eyes.
    “Man, you’re not fine.” He continues to ramble.
    I wish he’d just shut his mouth.
    “In fact, now that I think about it…you haven’t been fine all day. It’s like you’re… frustrated .” My hands drop from the wall as I turn to give him a shut it look. He doesn’t take the hint or doesn’t care to. “Which doesn’t make any sense since part of pre Fight Night ritual is tapping some ass. Unless…”
    “Are you done?” I shake out my limbs hoping he’ll change the subject.
    “You didn’t get laid last night did you?”
    My silence is my guilty plea.
    Not a word from you.
    “Holy shit!” His excitement makes me wish he weren’t basically family so that I could pound him for a pre fight warm up. “No wonder you’re wound up tighter than a three year old’s toy car fresh out of the box.” I flex my fingers. Do not hit Luke. He is your best friend . “So what happened? Couldn’t get it up?”
    “Do I look like I have trouble getting it up?” I stretch my neck from side to side.
    On the record. Never had that problem.
    “No, but you don’t look like you have trouble getting laid either.”
    That remark sends more adrenaline pumping through my veins. This fight isn’t gonna last long, which isn’t what I need. I need that fucking burn. I need something to take the edge off.
    “So?” Luke asks.
    “So what?”
    “So what happened?”
    I stop bouncing on my toes and shrug. “I don’t even fucking know.”
    “Explain it to me.”
    “Called up Kimmy—”
    “Isn’t that Liz’s roommate?”
    “Yeah.”
    He looks mildly disgusted. “Really?”
    “What can I say? It’s an easy household.” The remark causes him to pretend to gag as I continue. “Called her up. She wanted to get a drink, so I met up with her. After she had a couple, we went back to her place, started making out, and when she was ready for the next step I just…couldn’t. So I gave her a finger bang and bounced.”
    “What do you mean you just couldn’t?”
    “I mean I just couldn’t. She was hot. She was horny, but I just…wasn’t in the mood I guess.”
    Wasn’t in the mood? What the hell am I, a girl? Do you even believe this bullshit? What dude do you know that needs to be in the fucking mood to get his dick touched?
    I grab the back of my neck with both hands and pull. I know exactly what the fuck was wrong with me. All I could think about was Maxx and how smoking hot she looked in Erin’s little navy blue dress. The way her tits looked like they were desperate to be freed into my mouth. The way the dress would sneak up her thighs, giving your eyes directions to follow it as it crept upward towards her tight ass. And the fact that she was the girl I wanted straddling my lap. The recall of her outfit has my dick threatening to rise. I swear you greedy son of a bitch, if you pop up now, no reward for a fight well done.
    “Ah.” His