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Megan thinks I have a hard-on for him? She thinks I’m obsessed with Slade so she fucks my teammate? When he steps up to me, he opens his mouth, probably to spew some bullshit, but I grab the front of his jersey and slam my mouth down on his instead.
Do I like dudes? Or is it the adrenaline of the game? Yeah, that’s it. It’s the adrenaline.
I drop my hand from his jersey and try to step back, but it’s his turn to hold on to me. “You can do better than that,” he says just before crushing our lips back together, tunneling his tongue inside and fucking owning me.
Zander Braithe doesn’t know what he did when he kissed me. He doesn’t realize that pressing his lips to mine gave me every right to figure out where he lived, every right to track him down. Every right to do whatever I wanted. It wasn’t my fault if the fucker signed a check he wasn’t ready to cash.
I want to make Zander Braithe beg for me, get on his knees for me. I want him needy and whining and an absolute slut for me. The problem is, once I want something, I can’t let it go until I have it. People might call me obsessed—I would say determined. People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he likes.
“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples, that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hate so much and realized you wanted more.”
Is it considered kidnapping if they’re over six feet and could probably beat the shit out of most people who tried to take them? Abduction? Hm. I think I prefer calling it persuasion. It makes me sound a little less psycho than I know I’m acting.
He’s just full of them, isn’t he? A fucking symphony of whimpers and moans playing a song just for me. My favorite song.
“I told you, Dimples. You’re going to beg for it… and when you’re a good boy, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be ruined. I’m going to fuck you until you’re wrecked for anybody but me.”
“I won’t hurt you, Braithe.” “You’ll go slow, right?” A brief flash of something crosses over Kerian’s face. Before I can identify it, he smooths his expression and nods. “Yeah, Dimples, I’ll go slow.”
“I’m going to breed your ass, Braithe. Going to come inside you. Fuck, I can’t wait to paint the walls of your pretty hole.”
Zander looks at me like I’m salvation, like he’s caught in the waves of the ocean and I’m reaching out my hand—safety, a lighthouse. I’ve never been anyone’s light.
“Only me. Do you get it? If I catch you with anyone else, I’ll fucking kill them.”
The thought of anyone else getting to see the look he just gave me drives me wild. The knowledge that other people might have already makes me want to blind the world out of spite.
“Okay,” he says, his voice soft. “Just you, Kerian. But that means that it’s just me too. No one else.” My jaw clenches. This wasn’t why I came here. But apparently why I came here doesn’t mean shit, because I nod with a quick jerk of my head and stand up. “Fine.”
There’s something about Zander that calms all the angry rage in my chest, something about him that feels solid. Real. Something about him feels like he was made to soothe the darkness inside me, and I never realized how heavy it was until he lifted it with his light.
Kerian grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against the wall, his blue eyes burning with anger and… something else. “God damn it, Zander. I never said I was done. I’m not trying to treat you like shit. I was trying to figure out how to tell you I fucking love you.”
“Listen, Zander… can you please just go into the stands and fucking cheer for me like a normal boyfriend for five goddamn seconds? We can talk after I win.” And there’s that wide expression again, chased by a blush that blossoms across his cheeks and a smile that’s brighter than the floodlights above us. “Boyfriend?” “Oh, my God. Zander—” “You said boyfriend.” “Fuck’s sake, go sit down.”
I wasn’t meant for the dirt. I was meant for the sun. For his light. For his smile. “Yeah, Zander. I’m yours.”
“I love you too, Kerian. Fuck, I love you so much.” He takes my hand and presses it to his chest, where I can feel his frantically beating heart. “You have my heart. Only you.”
Zander could cut that tether and leave me floating, cold and alone and breathless in space. Lost. But he wouldn’t. He’s… safe. And I’m willing to drift among the stars as long as he’s there to keep me trapped in the gravity of his love.
