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Of course it was another one of his mean pranks.
How could I not see it?
Worse, how could I kiss the guy who has been the champion of assholes to me? The guy who stole my first kiss and laughed about it?
The humiliation burns. I played right into his game.
I scrub my mouth with the back of my hand, ignoring the way it feels after kissing Lucas.
The only one to blame for this is yourself. Not your body. You gave in. You let it happen.
You wanted it, my mind supplies.
Why did I like everything he did? Is something wrong with me?
Releasing an angry breath, I close my eyes and touch my throat.
Fourteen
Lucas
Like the first crack in a wall, I’ve slipped through Gemma’s defenses.
I can feel it in the way her gaze tracks me in the days that follow the locker room encounter. It’s only a matter of time until she breaks. I’ve left her to stew. It was obvious how much she needed me to keep going when I pulled back and left her hanging on the cusp of orgasm.
One part of me reveled in the look that flashed across her face. I did that to her, broke down her high and mighty attitude until she was a shivering mess in my hands. Her surrender was beautiful.
Another part of me struggled to walk away. The lust on her face was like a siren’s call, drawing me back in to finish her off, to burn myself into her body so no one could satisfy her other than me.
I want her to come crawling to me.
Holding control over her is empty if she doesn’t want me to take charge by submitting to me. She’ll beg me to give her more.
There’s no way she’ll refuse me now. I’m in her head like she’s in mine. I don’t plan on leaving.
Now that I’ve tasted her, I need more of her perfect mouth and her sexy little sounds. Her fiery attitude and her stubbornness make her surrender that much sweeter. Gemma is an addiction. One that I might overdose on, because I need another hit.
My resistance lasts four days.
The plan to wait her out goes up in smoke.
Instead of Gemma muddling through seduction to get me to dick her down until tears of pleasure stream down her face, she does the opposite of what I expected.
The first inkling that something is wrong niggles at me as I pass Gemma at lunch.
She doesn’t pretend to avoid me only to secretly watch me, as she has in the last several days. She doesn’t jump into my arms, either. No, instead she meets my gaze head on as she exits the lunch line. There’s a self-assuredness in the tilt of her mouth, the determined furrow of her brow, and the brightness dancing in her eyes.
Gemma heads for the table she shares with her weird friend, confidence swinging in her steps. My attention falls to watch her ass. My palms tingle with the desire to touch that perfect ass again.
It’s not until the end of the day that I understand why she met me head on at lunch.
I walk out to my Jeep to grab my equipment bag for practice. The weather is nice today, bright and sunny, so I took my prized baby out to show her off rather than my usual ride.
Maybe I drank too much over the weekend or my head isn’t screwed on right today. But as I scan for the classic white Jeep Wrangler, discomfort crawls over my skin.
My Jeep is missing.
I swing my gaze back and forth in a faster sweep, searching for my car.
