Emilio’s stare burns through me as he takes a step forward until we’re little more than an inch away from one another. His hand comes up to wrap around the column of my throat, his hold possessive. He runs his thumb over my jaw and slowly over my bottom lip. I stay still the entire time, waiting to see what this beautiful boy will do when his anger rides him like this.
“You and Luis are mine.”
I quirk a brow.
Fire licks his gaze as his teeth scrape over his bottom lip. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
His grip tightens just enough to be a warning. “You’re mine.”
“What happened to getting to know one another?” I ask. “Taking things slow.”
He backs me up against the wall and presses his body against mine. I can feel his cock dig into my stomach, already hard. “You said you wanted to take things slow. I never agreed.” He captures my lips in a drugging kiss. How does he undo me like this? His hand moves from my throat down to my chest where he squeezes one breast before trailing down my body to rest his hold on my hips.
“People are watching,” I gasp, tearing my mouth from his.
“You think I care?”
I push at his chest because while he might not, I certainly do. His mouth trails kisses down my neck and he presses his pelvis against me, letting me feel every glorious inch of him. My pussy clenches and I force myself to keep from melting into his touch.
“Emilio—”
“Bibiana—” There’s a warning in Emilio’s voice and he bites at the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I hiss and before I can do more than that, he steps back. I rub at the slight sting and turn an accusing glare his way.
“Was that really necessary?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Just marking what’s mine.”
“You don’t own me,” I remind him.
“Keep telling yourself whatever you need to hear.”
I shake my head and brush past him, Jae already seated in the driver seat of his car.
I check on Luis to make sure he’s properly buckled and that his chest clip is resting where it’s supposed to before climbing in the passenger seat. I meet Emilio’s stare through the windshield, his face still tight and eyes glaring.
Jae squeezes my knee in reassurance. “Everything good?”
I nod. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
He puts the Acura in drive and Emilio steps out behind the car, watching us leave. I sigh. I have a feeling he isn’t going to take the news of me moving in with Jae very well. Which is why I’m not going to tell him. At least, not anytime soon if I can help it. Now, I just need to figure out a way to keep him from finding out. Easier said than done.
twenty-two
I’m supposed to be defending my receiver, but I’m taking every chance I get to slam into my teammates during scrimmages. Fuck the plays. I’m going on the offensive. There’s a fucking monster simmering beneath the surface of my skin and I need a release. Bashing helmets isn’t going to cut it.
What was that guy even doing here? Jae. Pfft. And why the hell would she call him? Today is her first day back. I told her I’d be there. That I’d help. Pull my weight. I thought we went over all of this at her place. I told her she was my responsibility too. I want to take care of her and Luis, but she doesn’t even give me the chance.
Dominique throws the ball long, aiming for Roman who is rushing toward the end zone, his cleats flying across the field as the ball spirals right for him. We’re playing blue, the other half of our team wearing red. I see one of the guys in red coming my way and I bend my knees, angling my shoulder to take him right in the gut. My smile is savage when our bodies connect, and I hear the air rush out of him as he takes the full brunt of my aggression. My feet slide back across the wet grass, but I manage to stay upward as he stumbles back, crashing flat on his back.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his chest rising and falling as his fists hit the ground beside him. He doesn’t get up and I hear Coach’s whistle putting an end to the play. I walk over to my teammate, seeing his number and knowing right away it’s Carson-fucking-Bailey. “Did you have to lay me out like that?” he growls, trying and failing to push himself up with his hands. He slumps back, his helmet bouncing on the ground and I shrug.
“Yeah. I did.”
Coach comes up beside me and slaps my shoulder, but I barely feel it. “Hold onto that fire for this weekend’s game. We need it,” he tells me as he reaches down to pull Carson up. “But lay off your teammates.” He pauses. “At least my starters.”
I chuckle. “Sure thing, Coach.”
