Page 128 of Secret Obsession
Somehow, I think that’s a lie. But I’m not about to be the dick and call him out on it.
“You’re coming tonight, right?” Greyson asks.
“Yep.” Jacob grins. “And so is my coach. And half the team.”
Steele and Knox mirror his expression. Greyson looks… disinterested? But that’s probably just a mask to hide any sort of nerves. He’s an iceman in skates. And off.
I clear my throat. “We need to discuss something. About our… cold friend.”
Jacob snorts.
Steele’s expression tightens. “I was going to bring that up, as well. I was informed on the way here that my father is coming back early. Beginning of next week.”
We all trade glances.
“I’ve been watching the missing person reports,” Jacob murmurs. “Nothing matching his description has come up. So if that’s—”
“The break-in and Willow driving my car around Crown Point, and then it getting totaled, isn’t a coincidence.” I sigh. “Someone knows.”
Greyson swears, and we all nod our agreement.
“Let’s focus on the game,” Knox advises. “This isn’t the time to choke. We’ll deal with our friend later, and we’ll figure out who found out.”
I rub my eyes, wanting to protest. But he’s right—we’re six hours away from Crown Point. Five away from Steele’s dad’s house. There’s no way we can get there and back before the game tonight.
Our conversation turns to our opponents. We’re playing the Bexley University Wolves. They’re known in the region for being absolutely fucking ruthless, and it’s the first time we’re playing them this season.
We talk strategy until the food comes. Jacob pays, much to our protests, but he waves us off. I find myself slowly dropping into the zone as we walk back to the hotel. All of us get quieter—except Knox and Jacob. They seem content to continue to jabber about meaningless shit.
I tune them out.
My phone rings in the elevator up to my room. Willow’s contact picture—of her frowning up at me, like an adorable heathen—fills my screen. I swipe to answer it, unable to stop my own smile.
“Hey, wild girl,” I greet her.
“Hey, yourself,” she replies. “What are you wearing?”
I cough. “Ms. Reed, are you trying to sexy talk?”
“I’m succeeding.” Her smile is apparent in her tone. “I’ll tell you what I am… or rather,notwearing.”
My cock wakes up. The elevator opens on my floor, but I have a long fucking walk back to my room. My pace quickens, and I try to video call her. She quickly rejects it, though, and laughs under her breath.
“Don’t ruin the game,” she admonishes lightly. “Now, do you want to guess?”
“Are you wearing panties?” My dick is stiff already, just from the idea of her teasing me. To say I’m wrapped around her finger would be putting it fucking mildly. I palm my cock through my jeans, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
“Hmmm, nope. Not wearing panties.”
“Socks?” I tease.
She groans. “Miles,no. I’m not wearing socks.”
“Interesting. What could you be wearing, wild girl? A skirt that barely hides your sweet cunt?”
“Now that’s an idea.”
I get to my room and fumble for the key card in my wallet. I shove the door open, more than ready to take care of this erection and hopefully hear her come, too. I step inside, heading past the bathroom, and slam to a halt.
