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“Stopit.”
“Afraid one of your teammates will see you kissing your archrival? How about I bend you over right here and fuck you,Preston? I’ll make you scream like a common whore while you ride my cock.”
He lifts his fist to punch me but stops, a painful look passing through his eyes as he drops his arm. “Am I your bitch? Is that what this is?”
“Seems like I’myourbitch, considering you’re the one who keeps running away.”
“That’s not…” He trails off, his lips trembling before he purses them in a line.
“That’s not what?”
“Not what I meant.”
“It’s still what youdo, Preston.” I release him with a shove. “And if that’s what you’ll continue to do, it doesn’t matter that I’m infatuated with you. Iwillmatch your energy. I’m holding back my toxicity, but I can only do that for so long before it feels like you’re using me.”
He runs a frantic hand through his hair, his eyes looking molten, glassy almost. “I’m not using you, Marcus. I promise.”
“Prove it.”
“Prove it…how?”
“Come with me.”
“Now?” He pauses, then juts his chin in the direction of the club’s entrance. “The guys are waiting for me.”
“Fuck them.”
“But Kane…”
“Just say no and stop making excuses.”
I turn around and head to my bike. As I hop on, I feel a heavy body settle behind me, and a strange sort of feeling grips me when he wraps his arms around my waist.
Tightly.
Until it hurts.
Because this is how Preston hugs.
“Where are we going?” he asks in a low voice, and I know, I just know this man will be thedeath of me.
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PRESTON
It’s warm.
The house.
The room.
The hand that’s wrapped snugly around mine.
And…the man himself who’s clutching me tight, pulling me closer.
My gaze keeps flitting to his big hand that’s cradling mine, fascinated with the sight of the protruding veins and the defined fingers.
I’m holding hands with a man.
