Page 4 of Devious Gambit

“Why?” My voice sounded so small. “Haven’t you got a spare groupie to share bodily fluids with?”

“I’m bored with groupies,” he breathed. The fire rolling off his body was eating me alive, my skin blistering under his engulfing heat. “Figure I’d try a new variety of woman, maybe a…bookhugger, just for kicks.”

“Bookhuggers don’t do kicks,” I educated him.

“This bookhugger will,” he hit back.

“I doubt that.”

He pressed his forehead against mine, drilling me in the eyes with his sky blues. I tried to look everywhere but him, but he was everywhere. He trespassed into my space and tainted it with his naughty smile and athletic form. How could he bear to be so close to someone so plain and vanilla? Did he not think that I might spoil his reputation and poison his beauty?

“I think you should leave,” I demanded, “before I scream bloody murder.”

“You won’t scream.”

“Yes, I will. Just try me.”

“No one will hear your scream when your mouth is stuffed with my tongue.”

“That’s disgusting. Please leave.”

He dropped his right arm down from the bookshelf that was caging me in. I assumed he was going to step away. Wrong again. Holding my chin in his big, warm hand, he stated in his deep, smooth voice, “Lesson one.”

“-I don’t want your,” before I had the chance to finish my sentence, he pressed his soft lips against mine and the world froze in time.

A peculiar little sigh came out of my mouth, which embarrassed me. To him it was likely a telltale sign that I was enamored by his touch, which wasn’t true. I wasn’t enamored by that big lug at all. NOT. AT. ALL.

He kept his lips on mine for an eternity and my body betrayed me by creating havoc in certain places. I could feel fluid filling up my panties and an awful tingling feeling that ran from my lips to my crotch. My legs went numb and I thought I was going to collapse in heap on the library floor.

Finally, when I found an ounce of strength within me, I let loose with my fists. My silly little punches were hardly making an impact against his body of rock. In fact, each blow hurt me more than him.

He took his time to pull his lips away from mine, releasing my chin from his tight grasp. He left without saying a word, shooting me a roguish look that I promptly ignored. Bozo.

I think I stood on that spot for several minutes, floating on a cloud of confusion, trying to articulate what just happened. When I finally landed back down to Planet Earth, I checked the contacts on my phone to see what his name was. It took me a few seconds to realize that he hadn’t left his name at all, preferring to add SexEd with his number.

“Ha ha. Funny.” I did not intend to contact him and decided to erase that bozo from my phone. However, when I held my finger over the delete button, I struggled to press it. I just couldn’t do it. Weak. That’s what I am, weak.

TWO

Jace

“You’re behaving like a bunch of prissy, little dolly birds.”

Coach Cullen spat chunks at us. We’d lost the last three games and he wasn’t happy about it, obviously. His rounded shoulders bore the brunt of our screw-ups. When we fucked up, he had to walk the green mile to the president of KVU, Michael Wheeler, and explain what went wrong. Then he had to crawl on his hands and knees to the Hawks’ sponsors, begging for mercy. Due to the recent events, we’d lost two good sponsors in Robert Fontaine and Geoff Sweeney, and Wheeler’s admin team were seeking companies to take their place.

Apart from that, Adam Sweeney had been acting like a recently shat turd. He couldn’t be assed turning up for the damn briefing. Everyone was there. The entire team; coaches, admin, management, sponsor reps, and even the teams’ medical staff managed to turn up, but not Sweeney.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Cody mumbled under his breath. How many times have I heard him say that? A thousand. Those words became an everyday statement, “I’m going to class. I’m hungry. I need gas for the car. I’ll fucking kill him.”

I poked Liam, who was sitting in the seat in front of us, with my shoe. “Where’s dickfuck?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “Fuck knows.”

Sweeney and Greene were as tight as assholes. They went to the same elementary and high schools here in KV, whereas Cody and I went to high school in Chicago, Illinois, 381 miles from here.

For the next two hours, Coach went over our game, blow by blow, stopping the replay every few minutes to point out what someone did wrong. We were all hauled over the hot coals, every single one of us. We had a reputation to uphold, KVU mustn’t look like a cheap chump college, full of brainless losers. I was beat by the time Coach finished ranting and raving.

“We’ve got a Snake and Chalice meeting Wednesday night,” Cody reminded me.

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