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I want to feel her lips on mine, feel her warm mouth as it wraps around my cock, feel her hair as I pull it back, forcing her to look at me as I fuck her mouth.

Fuck.

She’ll never give it to me though. She’ll keep denying the attraction between us until I explode. And after this project is over, she’ll never talk to me again.

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It’s ten thirty, and Patrick, Holland, Mason, and I are sitting in my escalade waiting for Ashton to come out of the gym. He looks to be finishing up his last set from what we can see through the floor to ceiling windows of Ellington’s gym.

The school invested a shit ton of money into the gym facility since we’re pretty big on sports. They wanted a place where the athletes could go and train that wasn’t old and decrepit like the rest of the buildings on campus.

My dad provided most of the funding for the facility, knowing it would make him look like a supportive father who approves of his son playing Rugby for the school. In reality, he told me to grow the fuck up and stop dicking around playing a silly little game.

His name is now on the doors of the big athletic facility.

“The Robert Steele Athletic Department.” Isn’t that nice? Being reminded of my father every time I step foot into this place makes bile rise in my throat. I hate him. For what he did to my mother, for what he’s done to me all these years, for loving Logan more than me. I hate him.

I stare out the windshield, watching as Ashton grabs his things and makes his way out of the gym. He enters the parking lot, swinging his keys around casually and whistling. He has no idea his world’s about to get rocked.

“Let’s go,” I say, reaching for the door handle.

The guys follow suit, pulling our masks down over our faces. Mason grabs a baseball bat from the trunk, and then we make our way over to Ashton who is now shoving his gym bag in his car.

We have the advantage, considering he’s alone and had no idea we were here. So, when he turns around to see the four of us standing in front of him, he jumps.

“Fuck! Jesus, you guys scared the shit out of me,” Ashton says, scanning the group before shutting his car door. “What the hell’s going on?” he asks, his voice slightly shaky. I have a feeling he’s not quite as tough as he tries to make himself seem.

“You think it’s cool to force yourself on girls that don’t want you?” Pat spits. Ashton takes a step back.

“What the hell are you talking about, man?” Yeah, what the hell man? We agreed not to say anything to him that would make him suspicious.

I shoot Pat a glare through my mask, not even sure if he can see it, but he backs up an inch and doesn’t open his mouth again.

I take a step toward Ashton, who hasn’t even made a move to leave yet. He’s even stupider than I thought.

Without saying a word, I clench my fist and let it fly into Ashton’s face. Ashton falls to the pavement, clutching his nose. I thought I’d broken it the night of the party, but I guess not. If I didn’t, it’s broken now.

Ashton spits before wiping his nose on the back of his hand. He stumbles to his feet looking ready to fight back. Before he can even get a punch in, my fist hits his jaw, knocking his head back before hitting him in the stomach. Back on the ground, I kick him in the stomach while Pat, Mason, and Holland stand back and watch.

When I’ve had enough, I lean over him, grasping his shirt in my fist. Ashton’s face is bloody and bruised, making a sly smile creep onto my lips.

“Watch your fucking back, Davis,” I seethe.

The guys and I watch Ashton on the ground writhing in pain before walking away. Hopping in my car and driving away without a word.

I shouldn’t have said anything, but I wanted Ashton to see how serious I am. If he goes near Gwen again, I’ll kill him.

Chapter 28

Guinevere

The library is empty aside from the old librarian sitting at her desk, practically asleep. I sit in the private room that Ryker and I typically work in, alone, attempting to finish my half of the presentation.

I’m finding it hard to concentrate on what I’m doing since I haven’t been able to get the other night out of my mind. The night I came to the thought of Ryker touching me, tasting me, teasing me. I came harder than I have in a long time, and I can’t believe it was because of him.

I haven’t seen Ryker since class yesterday. I ended up getting lunch with Damian since he had been blowing up my phone wondering why he hasn’t seen me outside of class lately. I told him everything about what happened on my birthday, about what happened after my birthday, the tension between Ryker and me.

Of course, Damian told me to go for it, but I don’t even know how to do that. It’s obvious that I have some sort of feelings for Ryker, and I’m pretty sure that feeling is lust. But can I allow myself to forget how it’ll affect me in the future so I can enjoy the present?

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