Page 19 of The Trophy

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she says more to herself than to me.

“Blame it on me,” I say, hissing when she pulls me out with deft fingers. “I’m a bad influence.”

“You are,” she giggles. “First you took me skinny dipping, then this.”

I’m not sorry. “Don’t worry, this won’t last long if you keep touching me the way you are.”

Her smile widens. “Like this?”

The pad of Lakyn’s thumb brushes over the silver piercing under my crown, making me see stars. “Exactly like this,” I murmur, following the movement of her tongue as she licks her lips, sinking down on her knees in front of me.

I can’t take my eyes off of her when she takes me into her mouth. The feeling of her soft lips wrapped around the sensitive skin of my cockhead is only heightened by the heat in her eyes.

God knows I’ve had more than my fair share of hookups and I like a blowjob like the next guy, but this? This goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. Not because she’s giving me head in the library—we’ve established that it isn’t my first rodeo in that respect—it’s because Lakyn’s lips are the only ones I ever want to feel wrapped around my cock. I never want to look into a different set of eyes when I’m getting sucked off. It’s the connection between us that tells me on how much trouble I really am.

I knew I was falling for Lakyn when she landed on my lap when our car got swarmed by paparazzi outside the Country Club.

“Si, Lakyn, così… Cazzo, cos’è stato? (yes, Lakyn, just like this… fuck, what’s going on?)”

A loud noise coming from behind the bookshelf that hides us from the rest of the library makes us jump.

“Shit,” Lakyn is back on her feet and I’m looking behind her, trying to spot the source of the noise.

I tuck myself back into my pants, grabbing her hand and taking a few steps forward.

“There’s no one here,” I say, pointing to the doors that line the wall behind our hiding spot. “Maybe someone came in or out of one of the study rooms over there.”

Lakyn looks around. “Maybe. But I think there was someone here,” she bends to pick up a heavy, dusty looking tome that must have caused the noise that startled us.

A look passes between us and I squeeze her hand, pulling her closer to me. “Maybe this is for the best,” I sigh, while my cock is practically screaming at me, unhappy with the interruption. “I didn’t come here with the intention to hook up, bella.”

Lakyn’s smile tells me that she isn’t convinced that my last statement is true. “Really? You didn’t?”

I chuckle, tracing her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “Really. It’s not my fault if just the sight of you makes me rock hard. But you work here and this was a close call.”

She nods, her hand splayed on my chest, right over my heart. “You’re right. So if you didn’t plan to hook up, why did you come here?”

My heart thunders in my chest as I’m itching to tell her how the guys and I fucked up and got ourselves in this stupid race for her heart and the captain spot on the team. At the same time though, I don’t want to tell her because I’m scared that she’s going to be mad. Mad to the point of dumping all of our asses.

I should wait for the others to talk to her anyway, right? Blaze is right that at this point, we’re in this together. If I know this is true, why do I feel like the biggest coward on this side of the Pacific Ocean?

“Can’t a guy just surprise his girl at work with lunch?” I offer. Lame, I know, but it’s true. “Coach sprung an extra practice on us yesterday the second we set foot on campus and things got crazy busy and after our night in LA… I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” she says softly.

Another loud noise makes us jump, but this time there’s no doubt about the cause of it.

“Hey Prince, knock it off,” Cash’s voice comes right from behind us. “You aren’t the only one who missed Lakyn. I missed you too, baby.”

He advances toward us, brushing against the bookshelf and knocking a few more heavy books to the floor with his movement.

Blaze is right behind our goalie. “Dude, they should call you The Bull, rather than The Wall,” he says, bending down to pick up the books Cash knocked out of their rightful spots on the shelves.

“Why is that?” Cash asks, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You’re like a fucking bull in a china shop, be careful where you go. Libraries are supposed to be quiet.”

Cash flips him off, before taking Lakyn into his arms. “Hey baby,” he murmurs brushing his lips against hers.

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