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I notice the guys are heading out on the field, and the refs are in the center holding the football, deep in conversation. My eyes scan the players on the field. The Westlake Prep bulldogs are playing against the Georgia High’s bears. The mascots take the field and dance, making mocking gestures to each other in rivalry.
My eyes land on Tyler and I smile when he laughs at something Chris said. He scans the stands, and then surprisingly his gaze lands on me. He holds his helmet up in a mock salute, and I wave back, causing other students, some with their parents, to turn and notice me sitting alone watching the game.
Conner walks up and places a hand on Tyler’s shoulder with a smile and waves at me. I duck my head, sliding my straightened hair behind my ears. He is trying to be funny, but I have noticed that since Tyler has started to be nice to me, so have the other guys on the team.
Speaking of the devil, I feel eyes boring in my skin, causing the tiny hairs to stand. My head lifts and my eyes scan the stadium seating in front of me…and five levels below I find eyes like two black orbs watching me. My gaze locks on Ky’s in a challenge for a few seconds.
I avert my gaze and sweep my hair over to my left shoulder, pulling my cellphone out of my pocket, giving me something to do before the game starts. I’m not here for him. I’m here to watch Tyler dominate on the field, and watch Abby perform her routine. After five minutes, my head lifts when I hear the cheerleaders shout, and my eyes find Jen at the front. I’m assuming that means she is the captain. I could never frequent games at the other schools I attended. I was either locked up in the detention center, or I was not at a school long enough, bouncing from foster home to foster home, so I guess I can file this away as an experience.
Jen waves with her pom-poms and her fake smile as she blows a kiss to Ky seated in her line of sight. He sits still. He doesn’t wave, and he doesn’t blow her a kiss in return. Interesting. I guess he doesn’t like showing PDA. He doesn’t seem like the type anyway. He seems dark and unavailable. Everything is on his terms, and not the other way around. I guess that would make sense if you like to keep your options open and screw around with different girls.
It is the first quarter, and we have scored two touchdowns so far. I wanted to get up and cheer but feel awkward not having any friends sitting with me. I guess I will keep my excitement inside.
When Tyler would look up, I would smile letting him know I’m enjoying watching him play. I’m also getting hungry and I have twenty dollars Mr. Murray left on the table with a note telling me it was for food at school.
Standing up from my seat, I make my way the ladies’ restroom before going to the concession stand by taking the side walkway. I open the door and head inside and notice that it’s empty, so I choose the last stall. When I’m about to close the door, it is pushed open, and I’m slammed against the side of the stall. I’m about to scream but a hand is clamped over my mouth.
“Shh.” I shake my head and try to push Ky off me, but he doesn’t budge. Fuck. His fingers comb through my straight blonde hair on the side of my face. “Who are you all dolled up for? Is this for me?”
I roll my eyes and try to bite the palm of his hand, but can’t get my teeth to snag on his skin. His eyes slide down to the edge of my sweater where my hoodie is wrapped around my waist, and he removes it with his free hand, sliding his knee between my thighs, holding me in place.
He has me firmly pinned so that I can’t move. I can’t scream or tell him to fuck off.
“Who are you all dressed up for?” he repeats. I try to speak but it comes out muffled. He smiles and he leans close to my ear. I can smell his citrus cologne, the heat if his skin and the mint from the gum in his mouth consuming me. “I’m going to remove my hand from your mouth. If you scream, I will place it back on and I will take you right here. I will slide my big fat cock inside your pussy, and you’re going to like it. Nod if you understand.
I nod. He is trying to scare me. Deep down I know he wouldn’t do it. I’m not scared of Ky.
His hand slides down my chin, to my neck, and stops at the swell of my breast. My eyes follow, and then they flick back up to his parted lips.
“What do you want? I have left you alone.”
He watches my mouth as I speak. Slowly caressing my face with his eyes. His leg is still wedged between my thighs, his body leaning into mine. My stomach clenches and unclenches with the beat of my heart pounding inside my chest.
“I never said that I would leave you alone.” His lips are close to the pulse beating frantically on the side of my neck. “I never said I wouldn’t show up when I wanted, how I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted. Because, Rubi, I’m going to show up. I’m going to do to you whatever I want.”
My chest rises and falls with each breath. I look up at him and I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I’m at a loss for words and I can’t think.
His tongue peeks out, licking his lips like I’m a meal. His lips are so close it’s like we are breathing each other’s air. “I want to tell you something.” He brushes his lips against mine. I want to bite him. I want to fight him, but I can’t. “Do you remember our first kiss?”
“You said–”
His tongue plunges inside my parted lips and I whimper as our tongue swirl and battle. We continue to kiss each other passionately as he suckles my tongue and I grab his bottom lip. I try to squeeze my thighs together because my panties are going to be ruined, I’m so wet. But I can’t move because his leg is in the way.
He slides his strong hand around my neck, holding me in place as he growls in my mouth. He pulls away and his head dips as he places kisses on my breasts. My fingers slide inside the dark strands of his hair as his mouth finds the edge where my nipple begins, sliding his tongue around and flicking the engorged peak just above the cup of my bra.I’m on fire. There is no other way to explain it. When I look into his obsidian eyes, they hold a promise.
“Ky,” I whisper his name, hating him, wanting him to stop, but I know deep down I don’t want him to.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
His hand lowers and he pulls at the band of my jeans and forcefully slides his hand inside my pants, finding my panties and pulling them hard to the side, making my body jerk.
My mouth is parted in shock, arching my neck when I feel his icy fingers against my wet heat as they glide over my clit, rubbing in circles and making me ache for him. Making me need him. Making me want him.
If he doesn’t stop, I know I’ll let him. Threat or no threat, I’ll let him fuck me. I’ll scream, but not because of him barging in the stall and trapping me. I’ll scream his name when I finally come with him deep inside of me. When you fantasize about someone for so long, it’s impossible to resist wanting them.
He draws his hand out, his fingers are moist and glistening from my arousal. My face flushes in embarrassment and I look away. “Look at me,” he demands.
My eyes find his full of lust with the desire to fuck, he pushes his wet fingers inside of his mouth and it is so fucking hot watching him close his eyes like it’s a delicacy when he sucks his fingers.
