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I peeked over my shoulder to see his thick, long cock in his palm. He firmly stroked it with one hand as he played with my sensitive flesh. Panting, I squirmed helplessly against him as my climax built, and a mind-blowing orgasm flooded my senses.
His moan followed mine, and I felt his hot liquid landing on my ass cheeks and between my thighs. He remained silent and still for a moment, then hopped off the mattress. I collapsed on my stomach while he untied my wrists. My cuffed arm fell to the side of the bed, and I shook it, encouraging the feeling to return.
He placed a palm on my back, then brought his masked mouth near my head.
“If anyone knew the truth about you, no one would ever love you.”
I dug my nails into my bedsheet and lay still as I heard his footsteps retreating, then the sound of my sliding glass door opening and closing.
Removing the gag, I rolled over onto my back as the tears streamed down my cheeks.
* * *
The early morning sun peeked between the blinds, filling my bedroom with bright, golden light. I rubbed my eyes, then sat up. Still half-asleep, I reached into my nightstand, located the key, then unlocked the cuff from my wrist. Finally realizing my alarm clock was blaring, I slapped the off button, silencing the obnoxious sound. At least it had worked and gone off. I flopped back onto my mattress.Damn, that sleeping pill had given me one hell of a dream. I massaged my temples, trying to recall what I’d dreamt but couldn’t remember. I climbed off the bed and stood, then my mouth hit the floor.
“What the actual fuck?” My attention traveled down my bare lower half. “Where are my pajama bottoms?” I glanced around, then stumbled backward. My panties and shorts were on the top of my dresser, folded. My mind scrambled to understand what had happened. Had I walked in my sleep, or was I teetering on the edge of sanity? Maybe moving across the country had been too soon.
I worried my bottom lip between my teeth as I recalled completing the questionnaire for the secret society, including the kind of fantasies I wanted to explore. Maybe that’s what had happened, but how would someone have entered the house?
Terrified, I hurried to the sliding glass door and tugged on it, but it didn’t budge. The lock was firmly in place. I covered my face with my hands as relief washed over me. It was all a dream, and that stupid sleeping pill had been the source of my fear. Irritated, I gathered some clean clothes and stomped to my bathroom. Still groggy from sleep, I turned on the shower, grabbed my toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. When I finished, I pulled off my pink pajama tank and tossed it on the floor. Something catching my attention as I twisted my head to where it landed. I straightened and froze as I stared at the little scorpion drawn in red lipstick on the upper corner of my mirror.
ChapterEight
Kane
Iwoke the following morning in a foul mood. Lyndsay had fucked with my head so bad I’d only caught a few hours of sleep, which had royally screwed with me during practice.
Removing my helmet, I wiped the sweat from my temple with my hand as I began my trek toward the locker room. The new synthetic turf gave way beneath my cleats, and a part of me never wanted to walk off the field to face the rest of the world. But I had never been a coward, and I sure as hell wouldn’t start now—especially because ofher.
“Hey, man. Are you all right?” Jagger asked, joining me. “You seem off.”
I glanced at him. “Shit day and it’s barely even started.” I shot him a wistful smile.
“Maybe you need to blow off some steam. We can invite a few people to my place if you want.”
I hoped like hell that I’d hidden my shock. Jagger and I had known each other since high school, parted ways at the start of college, and now we were playing on the same team again. He hadn’t ever been my favorite person, but it seemed like he’d grown up some.
“Thanks, but I’ve got plans.”At the society or in the hole. It just depended on which direction my mood went.
“No worries. I’ll catch up with you later.” Jagger nodded, then jogged ahead of me.
As soon as he was gone, Quinn strolled up to me.
“What’s up your ass?” Q smacked me on the back. “Your game is off—like it fell off the cliff to its death kind of off.”
I shook my head, reminding myself of why I was friends with Quinn in the first place. He could occasionally be stupid as hell, but he always had my back, and he was loyal as fuck to the team and to the society. It helped me overlook the times when I wanted to punch his teeth clean out of his damn mouth—like at that very moment.
“Just got some shit going on. I’ll get it handled,” I assured him.
“Let me know what you need, dude. I do highly recommend that whatever is punching you in the balls gets straightened out before Saturday. It’s a big game.”
“I know,” I growled at him. Like I didn’t know how important every game was. Since I’d been approached by the NFL, the recruiters were crawling all over our team, which said a hell of a lot about our players and coach. I couldn’t let them down. I had to get a fucking grip and stop giving Lyndsay headspace. She wasn’t worth it.Betrayers weren’t worth it.
Quinn and I walked the rest of the way to the locker room in silence. I swung open the door and the stench of sweat slapped me in the face.
“I need a shower. I’ll see you later.” I gave Quinn a quick wave before I reached my locker. My first class of the day wasn’t for another hour, so I had time to think about my next steps to eliminate my problem. Quinn was right. I had to take care of it as quickly as possible. My brain spun out in a million different directions, from making Brie mine to what was best for my future. Even though she would always be Lyndsay to me, I realized I needed to refer to her as Brie, so I didn’t fuck up around other people.
She wasn’t worth me throwing my career in the shitter. I refused to leave my entire life at Whitmore, including the team and the society, which only meant one thing. She had to go. Under no circumstances was she welcome here.
