Page 19 of Cruel Devil
He laughs and then, unsurprisingly, walks out of the classroom without so much as a goodbye.
Chapter Nine
Ileft Kasey bare-assed in that classroom. Aaron’s little sister. Ass cheeks red, courtesy of yours truly, and on display for anyone who walked in to see. This is bad. Already, there is a voice in my head that whispersyou traitor, he’s like a brother. He trusts you.
There’s a lead weight in my gut. I shouldn’t have touched her. I sure as shit shouldn’t still be thinking about touching her.
Thank God I didn’t go through with fucking her. Not that what I did do constitutes as much better. A heavy blanket of guilt encompasses me. This can’t happen again. Me. Her. I lied when I told Roman I wasn’t interested. What I meant was I can’t afford to be interested. Not in her. Not like that.
I reach the locker room and make quick work of changing. I’m a few minutes late, but no one will care. I’m not practicing today, still on Coach’s mandatory rest period for my shoulder, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna bounce on my obligations. Or miss the chance to give Deacon a piece of my mind.
Kasey might say it was an accident, but I’m not buying it.
Seeing that bruise on her arm … I shake my head and take a deep breath. It damn near sent me over the edge. The thought of anyone hurting her, anyone who isn’t me—and yeah, I realize how fucked up that is—makes my blood boil.
I want to fuck her. Punish her. Soothe her. I want her to ache because of me and I want to be the only one capable of taking that ache away.
Smacking her ass and watching it redden has blood rushing straight to my cock. Seeing her lust-drenched eyes, feeling just how soaking wet her panties are,shit,it does something to me.
The door leading to the field opens and Emilio walks in, shouting, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back. Chill the fuck out,” over his shoulder.
“It’s about time you showed up. Everything good?” he asks, seeing me on the bench.
I grunt. “Peachy.”
He opens his locker, the one right next to mine, and gives me a curious look.
“What’d you do?” he asks.
“What are you talking about?”
He grabs a roll of athletic tape and begins wrapping his wrists. “You look guilty as fuck, man. Where were you before you got here?”
I keep my expression blank. “I think you’ve been watching too manytelanovelaswith Bibiana, E.”
He chuckles. “You got me there, but bro, Señora Acero is savage. That opening scene isa la Game of Thronestwo-thousand thirteen. A wedding. A massacre. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
He finishes with his wrists and tosses the tape back in his locker. “I still can’t believe you stopped watching at the ten-minute mark.” He shakes his head. “Fifteen more minutes and it would have gotten to the good part.”
“I couldn’t understand anything.”
Emilio scoffs. “Turn on the fucking subtitles. It’s fine.”
I stretch my back and put myself through a short series of stretches as we bullshit a little longer. I know what I’m planning to do once I walk out on the field, but what I don’t know is how to get Emilio and Roman off of it.
* * *
“Hunt,”I shout, ensuring my voice carries across the field. His head jerks up and he looks around, searching for whoever called his name. As soon as he realizes it was me, he jogs his way over, pulling off his helmet once he’s close.
“Yo. What’s up?” He tilts his head in greeting, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his arm.
“Kasey Henderson.” I bite out her name.
He smirks, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “She’s fuckingfine,right?” He rocks back on his heels and gives me a knowing look. Like we’re friends or some shit and both in on the same secret.
Until this moment, I had zero issue with Hunt. Thought he was an okay dude with potential, but now… I can’t stand the sight of him and I’m two seconds away from punching him in the face, making sure to leave a mark like he left on Kasey.
