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“Done.” Tension ebbs from his voice and body as he presses his lips to mine. “Let’s get out of here. One time wasn’t nearly enough.”
The man hasn’t even pulled out of my body and he’s already talking about sliding back inside.
“McAdams, you still here?” a deep voice calls out, echoing off the tile.
I freeze as my eyes widen at the gruff male voice that comes from somewhere within the locker room.
Ryder’s lips lift into a smirk as his gaze stays fastened to mine. “Yup. Still in the shower.”
“All right. Hit the lights on your way out.”
“Will do, Coach.”
Footsteps fade before a door in the outer area closes.
“Guess you can cross sex in a public place off your list.”
“I suppose so,” I say with a smile before pressing my lips against his.
CHAPTER28
RYDER
Everyone grabs their empty trays from the table. Just as Bridger swings around, his gaze gets snagged by something. The easygoing expression he’d been wearing throughout lunch vanishes as a fierce look flares to life in his eyes. I glance over my shoulder at the chick who’s glaring just as intensely at him.
Huh.
Well, that’s interesting.
Normally, Bridger has the opposite effect on the ladies. That thought is only reconfirmed when she lifts her hand and flips him off before stalking away.
I glance back at him with a raised brow. “Let me guess, that’s your number one fan?”
He snorts. “Sure looks that way.”
“What happened? You take her to bone town, and she was less than impressed with the ride?”
His upper lip curls. “Something like that.”
“Don’t most of the girls you screw feel that way? I’m sure there’s enough of them to start a club or, at the very least, a support group.” I jerk my head toward the chick who has disappeared through the crowded Union. “That one can be the president.”
“Hey, I have an idea—why don’t you fuck off.”
A smile stretches across my lips. “You first.”
Now it’s my turn to be treated to a one-fingered salute before he saunters away. Although, he takes off in the opposite direction of the girl with his tray in hand.
“What’s his problem?” Ford asks, staring after our teammate. “It’s like there’s a giant stick wedged up his ass.”
Colby slips his phone from the pocket of his jeans before pulling up a message from Western.
Except…
It’s not the official kind we get regarding the university.
My brows pinch together as I scan the photo of Bridger making out at a party with a chick and the caption beneath it.
Look what the son of Chancellor Sanderson is getting up to this weekend. A different night, a different puck bunny. Sometimes more than one. Eww. My advice to the groupie in this photo as well as all the others—get tested ASAP. God only knows how many STIs this manwhore is spreading around campus.
