“Go for it then.”
Evie, what the fuck!
My brain screamed at me though my body took great pleasure in the second of surprise on Drew Maddox’s cocky frickin’ face. But before I knew it, the surprise was gone and I was backed up on the wall, his ridiculous torso towering over me as he caught my jaw, tipped my chin up and leaned in to hold his mouth an inch away from mine.
I closed my eyes.
Oh God. So hot.
My skin. His body. Everything. I couldn’t even bear to look because I was quite genuinely convinced that if I did, I’d pass out. This was Drew I’m-Super-Famous Maddox we were talking about here, and on top of that, he was teasing me. He was torturing me with how close his mouth was to mine without touching. I could feel the warmth of his breath between my lips. On my tongue. He was giving me only the slightest taste of him and it was driving me mad.
“Kiss me, asshole,” I finally hissed.
I heard his low, sexy chuckle.
Then I felt him tilt my face to the side and bury his face in my neck. Oh my God. The very first second of his rough tongue on my skin went straight to my pussy. My thighs pumped, my panties already slick as that tongue of his sucked and pulsed against me for a very, very good three seconds. Then it licked a slow, torrid line up to my jaw and finally returned to lingering an inch from my mouth. I opened my eyes, my chest heaving as I breathlessly waited for him to kiss me.
But instead, he caught my bottom lip in his mouth, raking it just hard enough between his teeth before sucking it like candy.
Then he pulled away from me, adjusting his dick in plain sight and looking thoroughly content as he soaked in my visibly dazed, frenzied pleasure.
Holy fuck.
I panted, unblinking as I stared at him in silence for what felt like ages. But finally, sliding his hands in his pockets and curving his lips, Drew spoke again.
“Seriously though,” he murmured softly, his eyes moving all over my face. Then abruptly, his voice switched back to normal volume. “Do I get my gold star now or what?”
I blinked.
You bastard.
My body shook with irritation as my high crashed right back down to Earth. But I had brought this on myself so turning on my heel, I bit out, “Goodnight, Drew,” before swinging open the door and marching swiftly back inside.
4
“No shit, they got Hi-Chews in here now?”
Ty’s eyes lit up once he got into the clubhouse lounge. Most of the guys stuck with real cooked food from the kitchen, but every day, Ty Damon nourished his elite athlete’s body with Fritos, Pop Tarts and candy from what Diaz dubbed the shit shelf.
“You ever wonder how he has any teeth left?” Diaz took a swig from his water bottle as we watched Ty dig into three different-flavored packs of Hi-Chews. I turned my backwards cap to the front.
“I try to think about Ty as little as possible.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
“I can hear you assholes,” Ty said with a full mouth, tossing us each a few Hi-Chews before we headed for our lockers.
It was 5PM at the clubhouse, which was usually everyone’s downtime before the game. Most of the guys listened to music, played cards or squeezed in some more calories since dinner wasn’t till probably about 11PM.
Contrary to what most others assumed, I was among those who preferred quiet before the game, even if I wasn’t starting. It was for that reason that I was grateful to have a locker next to Diaz. He and I had a pretty rocky history, but things were solid now. Also, he meditated before every game, which gave me the silence I needed to balance out the singing and chanting Ty was generally prone to. Probably because of all the sugar.
“Hey. Turn that shit down, alright?” I called across the room at him while chucking back one of his Hi-Chews. “What did I buy you those headphones for last Christmas if you don’t use them?”
“Fuck you. You bought those for everyone.”
“And that makes me the asshole how?” I snorted as a text buzzed into my phone.
IAIN: I have something important to discuss with you. Got a minute?