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legs, tiny waist, and perfect rack. The tinny music from the television transforms into a sultry track when told through the sway of her hips and the grace in her arms.
    I grip my dick tighter. The image switches from the Carrington house to her room. I remember the taste of her on my tongue. How sweet she was. How her mouth formed this perfect, fuckable O when she came for the first time.
    I don’t last long after that. The tension tingles at the base of my spine and I imagine her below me, her shiny, sun-colored hair against my skin, her eyes staring up at me with greedy desire.
    When my body quiets, the self-loathing returns in full force. I stare at my hand wrapped around myself in the middle of the locker room. If I could sink much deeper, I’d be halfway to China.
    The release leaves me hollowed out. I turn on the hot water and wash up, but I don’t feel clean.
    I hope the guy I fight tonight is the biggest, meanest asshole in three states and that he lays the hurt on me—the one that Ella should deliver but isn’t here to get it done.

5
    E ast and I skip the post-game party and head home to kill an hour before the fight. I’ll regain some control and perspective when I’m smashing some dude’s face in with my fists down at the docks.
    “Need to call Claire,” East mutters when we walk inside. “Wanna see if she’ll come over later.”
    “Claire?” I wrinkle my forehead. “I didn’t know you were tapping that again.”
    “Yeah, well, I didn’t know you were screwing Brooke. Guess we’re even.”
    He lifts his phone to his ear, dismissing me.
    His actions sting. East has been icing me out ever since Ella took off.
    When I get upstairs, my bedroom door is ajar, and a sick sense of déjà vu washes over me. Suddenly I’m transported back to Monday night, when I found Brooke in my bed.
    I swear to God, if that bitch is playing games with me again, I’m gonna lose my shit.
    But it’s Gideon I find in my room. He’s sprawled on my bed, tapping on his phone. When I enter, he greets me with cloudy eyes.
    “Didn’t think you were coming home this weekend,” I say carefully. I texted him on Tuesday to let him know Ella was gone, but every time he tried calling me this week, I pressed the ignore button. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Gid’s guilt trips.
    “You would’ve liked that, huh?”
    “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Avoiding his gaze, I strip out of my T-shirt and replace it with a wife beater.
    “Bullshit. You’ve been avoiding this conversation since Ella skipped town.” Gideon pushes off the bed and advances on me. “Can’t avoid it anymore, little brother.”
    “Look, it’s not a big deal, okay? Ella and I are,”—Were?—“together. So what?”
    “If it’s not a big deal, then why’d you hide it from me? Why’d I have to find out from East? And what the hell were you thinking, hooking up with her? We don’t need to drag anyone else into our mess—”
    “Your mess,” I interrupt, then regret it instantly, because he flinches as if I hit him.
    “Right,” he mutters. “ My mess. I guess it was stupid of me to think that my brother might have my back.”
    “I do have your back. You know I do. But Ella has nothing to do with this.” Helplessness jams in my throat. “Our relationship is—”
    He cuts me off with a harsh laugh. “Your relationship? Well, lucky you. Must be nice. I used to have one of those.”
    I bite back an angry retort. I get that he’s miserable, but I’m not the one who put him in the position he’s in. He did that all by himself.
    “You know what I have now? Absolutely nothing.” Gideon looks ready to rip his own hair out as he paces my room.
    “I’m sorry.” Completely inadequate, but it’s all I can say.
    “You should be. You need to stay away from Ella. She’s a good girl and you’re messing her up.”
    The truth of his words burns hotter than his judgmental stare. Guilt is thick in my throat. “Maybe,” I say