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“You expect me to believe that ‘what we shared’ was so special to you. You pushed me in the pool! You orchestrated all of it!” My accusation battered uselessly against his stony resolve.
He nodded, unrepenting. “I’d do that and a hell of a lot worse to get you where I want you. I’ve told you time and again. Stop. Testing. Me.”
Before I could respond, a loud buzzer sounded in the distance, muted by the bathroom door. The intermission was over. I was literally saved by the bell.
“Stop celebrating. I’m not done with you,” Cayden suddenly warned.
Before I could stop him, he tugged Josh’s jersey up and over my head. I fought him, but my hands were useless against his superior strength as he ripped it over my head and scrunched it into a ball in his hand, leaving me in just a pale-pink bra.
His eyes lowered, his attention fastening on my chest. I followed his gaze. My nipples were clearly visible through the translucent lace, and worst of all, they were hard. Arguing with Cayden up close and personal like this, him in his jersey and padding…my body couldn’t take it. I was only human, after all, but right now, my involuntary reaction to him was embarrassing as hell.
I looked up and away when I met his mocking gaze.
“It’s cold in here,” I muttered.
His chuckle stroked over my skin like velvet. “No, it’s not, but whatever you need to tell yourself to justify this, that’s fine.” His hand reached my tit and brushed against my nipple.
I couldn’t push him away, it felt too damn good. Then he pinched the sensitive tip and made me gasp.
“That’s for being a bad girl, Freckles. I’ll kiss it better later.”
I raised my chin, knowing that brazening it out was my only option right now. “Give me the shirt back.”
He tutted and stepped back, allowing some much-needed oxygen to reach my dizzy head.
“You don’t wear his number, or anyone else’s but mine.”
“You’re such a bully. I’d rather go out there naked than wear yours.”
He smirked then, chilling my blood. “Then allow me to make your wish come true. Looks like you’re sitting out the rest of the game.”
His hand moved before I could stop him, and he tossed Josh’s jersey toward the toilet with perfect precision.
“Asshole!” I lunged for it, but it was too late, it had fallen right in and was already soaked through.
“That’s right. I’m the asshole who owns you. Don’t forget it again.”
I straightened up and glared at him as he opened the stall door and somehow got his huge, padded shoulders out.
After a moment, the bathroom door closed, and silence rang.
I gingerly plucked Josh’s jersey out of the toilet. It dripped in my hands. Well, I couldn’t very well go outside with just my bra on, and this was wet. I had to wash and dry it before I could give it back to Josh, or even put it on to go outside.
I ground my teeth and wished I’d grabbed the drenched jersey and flung it at Cayden before he’d disappeared.
* * *
It took me ages to fall asleep that night. Fury at Cayden warred with the tension in my body. Every single time he touched me, he broke something in my mind. I wanted him. I loathed him. I had no idea what was going on between us most of the time, but if it ended in a homicide charge, I had a real insanity defense in my favor. The guy was driving me insane.
Worse, every time he pissed me off, he only crawled further into my subconscious like poison.
That night was no different. I dreamed he was in bed with me, his heavy weight across my legs, my panties slowly slipping down. I was lying on my front, and the cool air on my ass prickled my skin. My dreams were only getting more detailed. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and parted them, exposing both my holes to his eyes. His large finger traced down the cleft and over my asshole, jerking me awake. I’d never dreamed of ass stuff, ever. I just wasn’t that imaginative.
My eyes snapped open into the dark of my room, and I realized that the phantom fingertip circling my asshole wasn’t a figment of my overheated subconscious at all.
It was very, very real, and very, very thick.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whisper-yelled at him.
