Rules of the Game (Rule Breaker, #2)

by Jessa Wilder

Strong fingers reached back between the doors and the front seat and wrapped around my bare calf. Lucas’s fingers kneaded my muscle in slow, purposeful motions, and I matched my breaths to the rhythm. Without words, he was telling me I was safe. That he was here, and God, it was melting me from the inside.

My dad raised a brow, his mouth twisted to the side like he was trying to hide a smirk. “You going to tell her?” “Tell her what?” “Oh, you’re playing it like that?” “I’m not playing anything.” I looked over to where Marcus lounged on one of the club chairs, eyes intent on the screen as the draft started. “It’s…complicated.” “You’re going to regret not making it uncomplicated.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard. You’ll forget everything but the fact that I’m the only one able to give it to you.”

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” I stiffened and tilted my head to the side. “You mean kiss me?” I looked at the hollow at the base of his neck, unable to meet his gaze. “You never even looked at me.” He laughed and kissed me again before speaking against my mouth. “I’ve never looked away.”

“Lucas, this means something to me.” His fingers dug into the back of my hair, his thumb and forefinger massaging my scalp, and his low words reverberated through me. “You’ve always meant more to me. I should’ve told you sooner.”

The realization that Piper was the one for me soothed a deep fear in my chest. She was mine.

“I love her, and I’ll fight for her, Marcus. Even if that means fighting you.”

“I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t need to forget because you won’t be able to think.” I slid my hands higher until the heat of her stomach scorched my palms. “And before you come down from it, I’m going to do it again.”