Page 83 of Devious Obsession
He chuckles. His chest, pressed to my back, vibrates. He squeezes me tighter, then releases me. Pulls out from my pussy, too, and strides back to the shower. He shuts the water off and collects our clothes, frowning at my wet leggings and bra.
Without a word, he grabs his towel and wraps it around me. I barely manage to grab the edges in my confusion, but he just stalks back to his locker.
The next thing I know, he’s throwing a hoodie at me.
I hastily wipe away the water, patting my skin dry and wringing out my hair, then I slip on the hoodie. It covers me to mid-thigh, which is more than I could’ve asked for. His boxers follow, and I glare at him.
He just smirks and drags his gray sweatpants up his legs, apparently planning on going commando.
“You should go straight home,” I murmur.
“I was planning on taking you home,” he says.
I lift my shoulder. “Girls will want to ravage you if they see your dick swinging in your gray sweatpants. It’s that season.”
“What season?”
I roll my eyes. “Gray sweatpants season. Did you buy them with that in mind?”
He faces me and cups his dick through the fabric. “So this turns you on?”
“No.” I wrinkle my nose. “Never mind.”
He smirks. “Uh-huh.”
Great. Just what he needs—more ego.
23
STEELE
As it seems to be the case with every important away game, the fan bus was overbooked. I think the organizers secretly plan it that way, because they’re just graduated puck bunnies who would love nothing more than to ride with the team.
I would know. Amanda is one of them.
Whatever job CPU hired her for has kept her out of my line of sight until now.
She sits with a few other girls on the team bus. Coach already informed us that we’d be sharing, and he said it with a distant sigh. Like… it’s not unexpected. It would be more unusual if itdidn’thappen.
But then I see Violet waiting for Greyson, and my stomach twists.
What would the odds of Aspen choosing this bus be?
Out the window, I can see the other bus waiting for us to load up. The buses travel together, which means that the fan bus inevitably follows where the team bus goes. Including to the stadium to pick up the team.
After a quick scan to make sure that Aspenisducking me, I spin around and trot right off the bus.
“O’Brien!” Coach hollers.
“Be right back, Coach!”
I head for the second bus. The driver squints at me in confusion, but he opens its doors for me anyway. I pound up the stairs. The students break into cheers when they see me. Every one of them is decked out in over-the-top school colors.
“Aspen Monroe,” I call out loudly.
The bus goes quiet.
I spot her toward the back, next to her roommate.
