Page 154 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“Where are we going?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. Not until I tug on his hand. For a second, I wonder if he even heard me.

“You’ll see,” he replies.

The temperatures have dropped in South Carolina, getting into the low forties. A chill shivered down my spine, although I’m not sure if it’s from the weather or the thought of what tonight could bring.

We take the sidewalk flanking the building toward the indoor practice field that both the football and soccer teams use. Colter pulls out a set of keys and sticks one in the lock, looking both ways to see if anyone is around.

“What the hell are you up to, Colter Vaughn?” I ask, pulling on his hand again.

“You trust me?”

“Of course I do, but I have to admit you look like you’re up to trouble right now.”

He grins, his eyes flicking between mine down to my lips.

“Trouble is a good way of describing it. It sounds… naughty.” He wags his brows, reaching for the doorknob and pulling it open.

The lights are low, and he reaches for my hand again, leading me past the row of bleachers and out onto the field.

I study the side of his face, wondering what the hell he is thinking right about now until he comes to a stop.

His eyes drop down to what I’m wearing, and he nods toward me.

“You still wearing your uniform beneath my jersey?” His gruff voice has desire pooling low in my belly.

I nod, lifting the hem of the jersey to reveal my dance skirt underneath.

“What about under that?”

I don’t bother using my words although I’m starting to wonder if I can even form a sentence with the way he’s looking at me now. Instead, I answer him by reaching for the hem of my skirt too, revealing the briefs we wear under our uniforms.

“Take them off.” He nods. “Your panties too.”

“Wha-What?”

“You heard me, Ava. You can leave them right there.” He motions toward the ground.

The girl I was before I met Colter would never do something like this. Take her panties off in public and do what? What does he think is going to happen next?

I don’t care, though. I throw caution to the wind and reach beneath my skirt, pushing my briefs and panties to the ground.

His nostrils flare when he spots my neon pink underwear sitting on top. He bends down and grabs them, shoving them into the pocket of his gray sweats.

There’s no missing the bulge forming in his pants either, but he doesn’t move to cover it up. Instead, he responds by grabbing my hand again and muttering for me to “come on.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what we’re doing when he leads me out to the center of the field. The Braysen Bulldog logo is painted on the grass, with the markings indicating the fifty-yard line.

When he stops and turns to face me, a devious smile stretches across his face. He drops to his knees on the ground in front of me, a low gasp escapes my lips, and he grins.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, Ava.”

I shake my head as words once again escape me. I rub my legs together, and his eyes trail down my body, eyeing me as I sway toward him, feeling unsteady on my feet. He runs his hand up my inner thigh that I already know is slick with my arousal.

“Mmm,” he hums before lightly brushing his finger over my pussy. “What’s this?”

My hands dart out, gripping his shoulder to hold myself upright.

When Colter pulls his hand away, revealing my wetness coating his fingers, my mouth drops open when he sucks the digit into his mouth.

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