Page 44 of Devious Obsession
The people get out of my way, their eyes wide.
I’m sure I can guess why.
I’ve never had an interest in girls beside the occasional fuck. But even then, I usually hit it and quit it. Never recycle the same girl twice, or else they’ll start getting ideas.
Aspen, though… the thought of anyone else seeing her nipples is more than I can bear. We talked about this, and she broke the rules.
Again.
I bring her upstairs and to the first bedroom on the left. My room. It takes me a second to unlock it—a necessary measure for parties, if I want my bed to remain unsullied—go inside, and kick the door shut behind us.
My bed is made, my room mostly neat. It could be better, but I’m not ashamed of it. Or the clear message the lotion on my nightstand sends. That I beat my dick in here alone most nights. If I’m not sinking into Aspen anyway. Which is what it wants right now.
I toss her onto the bed and step back, eyeing her.
She shoots up immediately, her hands balling into fists.
Cute. She’s mad.
“What the fuck?” she seethes.
I go to my closet and unzip my duffle bag. I was going to wash this, but fuck it. If she wants to wear a jersey so bad…
When I turn back around, she hasn’t moved. I shake out the dark-blue material, adjusting my grip so I can put her into it. She doesn’t even object when I put it over her head, then grab her wrists and guide her arms through.
It dwarves her.
My cock thickens, and the urge to take her like this is overwhelming. She looks good in my jersey—better than in red and white, that’s for fucking sure.
“You wore his jersey to piss me off.”
She lifts one shoulder. “You snuck into my room and fucked me without my consent, then tossedmoneyon me. Which is exactly what that guy at the game had in mind, by the way.”
Her green eyes are so intense, I can only stare at her for a second.
“Did you leak my address?”
Now that’s new. “What? To who?”
“To the sick fucks who want to try and toss money on my stomach for a quick fuck.” She crosses her arms.
I can’t even blame her for being mad. A simple joke got out of control. How was I supposed to know that would happen?
But I suppose itismy job to make it right.
“You and your roommate can’t go home?” I confirm.
She scowls at me. “We drove by it after the game. There were some guys waiting across the street… I don’t know if they were waiting for me or not, but I can only assume.”
I stiffen.
Thatisfucked.
“You’ll stay here. And I don’t want to fucking hear it, little viper. You said it yourself—it’s my fault. So you can sleep here until we get it figured out.”
Maybe Jacob will have some solutions. He graduated last year, and he was one of our better players. He’s off playing the big leagues now, but his dad is a cop. It’s a long shot, and I have a feeling doxing an address is one of those things that you can’t stuff back into the box.
“And Thalia, too?”
