At this point, I don’t know which hurts worse, my knees or my ego. And those guys and their filthy mouths.Jesus.What am I going to do? Tell their coach? The football team here is revered. No one else heard what they said or—I shudder—saw what they did. Classic “he said, she said,” and they have an entire team to back them up.
Not to mention, no way in hell is Aunt Liz finding out about this.No way.
“Yo, pretty girl, you okay?” Beau peeks his head through the doorway, eyeing the ice packs strapped to my knees with athletic tape. Micah’s behind him, but doesn’t say anything, just looks on curiously.
“I’m fine.” Well, isn’tthisfucking weird.
They both nod. “See you later, then.”
Right.I’m so confused by their appearance, I don’t bother to respond and they don’t wait around. I shut my eyes and put my earbuds in. The trainer had encouraged me to stay here and ice my knees for twenty minutes before I go home. I’m just getting into my music, mouthing the words to a new song by Halsey when one of the buds is plucked from my ear.
Startled, my eyes pop open, only to find Xander right in front of me, one hand on either side of the table I’m sitting on, caging me in.He sure likes to do shit like this.His face is maybe six inches from mine.
My traitorous heart beats frantically in my chest at his proximity. The scent of his soap and clean skin swirls around in my head, and I blink, wondering if I’m imagining him there, but nope. He’s definitely not a figment of my imagination. I can’t decide whether I wish he were here or not.
“You should watch where you’re running, Red.” His warm breath cascades over my jaw and down my neck as he leans in. I swear, he’s close to nuzzling my neck, and I’ll be damned if that’s happening.
My brows draw together, and I lift my hands to his shoulders and shove him back a few inches. “Maybe I wouldn’t have to be so careful if what you wrote on the bathroom walls wasn’t giving your teammates hard-ons so that they come at me like horny, wild animals. Apparently, by the way, your team doesn’t have a single guy with a small dick. You’re all overachievers.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He ignores the last bit about his teammates and simply says, “I didn’t give your number out.” He works his jaw back and forth. “I do wonder who knows how well you suck dick, though.” He leans in again, running one hand up my bare thigh and firmly taking my chin between his fingers with the other. “Where have these lips been, sweetheart?”
I should be shocked. Offended.Something.I sure as hell won’t tell him that I’ve never done that before. But all I can think of is how he’s standing between my legs, touching my face, and I wonder what it would be like if he were to kiss me.
I swear, I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Xander lowers his head a fraction, gazing right into my eyes. The pad of his thumb drags over my lower lip before he puts the tip of it into my mouth. “Suck.”
A rush of lust strong enough to make me lose my mind hits and, heaven help me, I do exactly what he demands. I wrap my lips around this thumb and taste him, alternating sucking and swirling my tongue around.
He drops his head back and groans. “Fuck.” He breathes heavily as I continue, looking at me once again, his gaze focused on my lips. He grunts as I suck harder, then rasps out, “I want those lips, that tongue, on my cock. I want you gagging as I hit the back of your throat. I want you on your knees swallowing my cum.” His voice has gotten gritty and dark as he divulges his desires.
“Scarlett? How are those knees?”Ha! Speaking of my knees …The voice of Mr. Simmons, the athletic trainer, has Xander releasing his thumb from my mouth with apop.
Xander steps back just in time for Mr. Simmons to come into view at the doorway.
I meet Mr. Simmons’s concerned gaze and stutter, “I-I’m okay, I think.”
“I’m going to help her to her car.”
Mr. Simmons nods his appreciation to Xander. “Good. How did this happen again, Scarlett? I’m required to report all injuries to the headmaster.”
“Oh.” My eyes flick to Xander’s.“I was just clumsy, I guess. Tripped over a rock or my feet or something.” I look over at Mr. Simmons and shrug.
“Okay. I’ll make a note of it. Be more careful out there, you hear me? You must be pretty talented for them to have brought on a second scholarship student.”
I blink. Well, there’s confirmation ofthat.I exhale an unsteady breath. My heart still flutters around inside my chest like a crazy bird, my mind whirring like a high-speed computer trying to solve a problem.
“More ice at home, young lady.” Mr. Simmons grimaces, glancing at my knees.
“Yes sir.”
Mr. Simmons’s attention shifts to Xander as he pats him on his bicep. “Xander, good game last week.”
“Thank you, sir.” Xander shoots him a cocky grin.
Mr. Simmons exits the room, leaving us alone.
“Hit the showers, Red. There’s no one left here to steal your clothes today.” He bites his lip and backs out of the room, not breaking eye contact with me until the last possible second.
Once Xander is gone from the room, I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m immediately hit by a wave of profound embarrassment. I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe he justsaidthat. He stirs up untold feelings inside me, most of which, I don’t know what to do with, nor do I understand. Beside me, my phone vibrates. The screen flashes with the notification of a message from an unknown number.Great. Probably another dick pic.