So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(11)

“You son of a bitch!” He tried to punch Coop again, but the Enforcer was on his feet, wrestling Olin to the floor.

“What is your problem?” Coop snarled as he trapped Olin’s hands behind his back. “You’re the one who started this. Can’t take the fucking heat, then keep your damn trap shut.”

“No, don’t,” Dane said as he ran in a circle around the two, worrying his hands. “Please, no fighting. Just…hug each other, and you’ll feel better.”

Syn pulled Dane back and shook his head.

“Fuck you,” Olin said to Coop as he fought back the tears, struggling to get free. “Get off of me!”

Coop loosened his hold, and Olin got to his feet. Olin shoved from the floor and stormed out of the kitchen. He slammed his hands into the screen door and walked out. He was so enraged that he wanted to go back in there and pound Coop into the floor.

Olin had lost his parents in a senseless murder. It had been Ethan McBride who had killed them—and Gabriel’s parents as well. Olin still felt the sharp pain of the loss even to this day.

Olin wiped at his eyes as he got into his car and sped from Talyn’s house. He wasn’t sure what he’d been thinking when he allowed Coop to have him in the bathroom. Aside from that one moment, they didn’t get along. What did he think, that Coop would magically change just because they’d had sex?

He pounded his fist into his dashboard as he drove, gritting his teeth at everything happening to him. He hated the fact that he wanted Coop again. He hated the fact that he was attracted to the prick. But what he hated most was how badly he wanted to go back to Talyn’s and throw himself into Coop’s arms.

“Not in this lifetime,” he snapped to himself. “Coop can go to hell. I hate the bastard.” But he knew that was a lie, even as he spoke the words.

Olin pulled over to the curb and covered his face with his hands. He sobbed in the quiet confines of his car as the ache of losing his parents resurfaced. He missed them so badly. He wanted to feel his mother’s arms wrapped tightly around him. Olin wanted to hear his dad’s boisterous laughter just one more time. His chest felt as if it were being squeezed in a vise grip. Olin was miserably lost, and he didn’t know which way to turn. His life wasn’t at all what he’d planned when he was younger. He drank too much and flipped off society with an angry finger. He tried time and again to drown the demons that lived inside of him.

Olin longed for to not feel alone. He had his twin, and god knew he loved Ollie, but his twin didn’t know about Olin’s darkness. He never wanted it to touch Ollie’s sweet soul.

He was spiraling down, flapping his wings helplessly as he crashed against the bottom over and over again. How different would his life have been if his parents hadn’t been killed?

Olin would never know.

Olin jerked his head up when his car door flew open. He wiped at his eyes when he spotted Coop standing there in the street. “Go away,” Olin said. “Trust me. You don’t want to be around me right now—Hey!”

Coop pulled him out of the car. He pressed Olin against the back door. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know about your parents. I would’ve never said anything like that if I had.”

Olin clenched his jaw as he glared at the ground, working his right foot back and forth. He wasn’t sure what to say, and he hated the fact that Coop had seen him crying. “Even if my parents were alive, that was some foul shit you said.”

Coop sighed and took a step back. “I don’t know what else to do other than apologize. I don’t hand those out too often.”

“Oh, and I’m supposed to feel privileged that I’m one of the lucky ones?” Olin pushed from the car and grabbed the open driver’s door. “Keep your apologies, Coop.” Olin glanced toward the front of his car and gritted his teeth. “You know that kiss you stole from me in the bathroom just before you fucked me?”

Coop nodded.

“My life isn’t all that grand, but that kiss held my heart and soul together, and life didn’t seem to hurt so much anymore. But now—” Olin shrugged before he got in his car and drove off, leaving Coop standing on the street.



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As Coop watched Olin drive away, something inside of him expanded and then clicked into place. His leopard roared for Coop to go after Olin, to soothe the guy’s aching heart. It demanded that Coop bite the man, to make Olin his.

“Be quiet, you stupid beast,” he groused as he threw his leg over his black-and-gold Ducati and started it, making a U-turn in the street and heading home. He’d fucked up, and from the looks of things, Olin was done with him.