Page 77 of Devious Obsession
Fucking bastard.
“Hey, O’Brien, you ready for your game on Saturday?” Chase grins, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m always ready,” I reply. I mirror his position and drop my hands to my thighs. Food forgotten.
Aspen doesn’t look at me. She spears salad with her fork and eyes Thalia, a little farther down. Miles is beside her, with Violet and Greyson beyond them. Willow sits on Aspen’s other side with Knox. It’s very couple-y, how they’ve decided to pair off. Except Thalia, who seems to be a free agent, and Miles. Who definitely doesn’t have any attachments.
Are they trying to matchmake? I wouldn’t doubt Willow’s and Violet’s interference in that regard.
“You know, Aspen,” Knox leans over Willow toward us, “Steele here is usually the quietest son of a bitch on the team. And then you come along, and he won’t shut up.”
“Is that so?” Chase asks.
Aspen eyes me, then raises her eyebrow at Knox. “He doesn’t seem to have a lot to say at the moment.”
My hand lands on her thigh on instinct.
And as a warning.
She’s wearing a tight black shirt that gives everyone at this table way too good of a look at her cleavage. Her hair is down, her makeup is nonexistent. She’s the type of girl who guyssaythey want, but then they go for the puck bunnies or the easy lays.
Hell, I’m guilty of that myself.
It’s simpler. Less drama… sometimes. I mean, we all saw what a fucking complication Paris was last year, although Greyson handled that with finesse. He played Paris like a cheap recorder to get Violet to pay attention to him.
Hmm…
Nah.
I slide my hand up Aspen’s leg. It’s easy to feel the way her skin heats through her leggings, and she shifts. Trying to escape me, maybe. But she doesn’t push me away. Even when I inch between her thighs and brush her center through her leggings and panties.
“I have a lot to say,” I finally answer. I stroke the inside of her thigh, missing the mark on purpose. To get a rise out of her. “I just find more creative ways to say it.”
“Do you?” Her voice comes out higher pitched.
“Yep.” I smirk at her.
Her legs open wider.
Naughty thing.
“Like… I’m going to put you in my jersey at the game.” I lean into her side and whisper, “And then I’m going to fuck you in it.Again.”
Chase makes a noise of protest. Or disgust.
Aspen meets my eyes, and her mouth opens.
I grip her thigh and tug her whole chair closer, wrapping my other hand around the back of her neck. And I take advantage of her surprise, pressing my lips to hers. My tongue immediately slips into her mouth.
The kiss goes from shock to filth in an instant.
Shemoans, and everything in my body goes haywire. Every instinct begs me to go caveman on her, to take her somewhere private and ravish her the way she deserves. But this public kiss will have to do.
And I find myself wondering if it’s going to heal her reputation, too.
Or damage it.
Either way is fine, honestly, because in a year we’re going to be so far away from this place.
