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He wraps his arms around my legs and pulls me down to the edge of my mattress until my pussy is up against his face.

His tongue snakes out and licks my slit before teasing my tight nub.

“Fuck, Spencer. I love when you do that.”

I could spend every night like this. Just being with Spencer, pleasuring one another, and me screaming his name for all to hear.

Chapter Fourteen

SPENCER

My phone vibratesoff the mattress, landing on the end table with a loud thump. Without opening my tired eyes, I reach over and grab my phone off the wooden table.

Message after message comes through. Annoyance grows with each new vibration.

What the hell is going on?

I look at my phone’s screen to see who’s about to get an earful for waking me up so damn early. It’s the team chat, and there are over a dozen messages from the guys and they keep sending more.

Great practice guys for the ones that actually showed up.

Yeah, keep up the good work.

Don’t forget we have conditioning practice tomorrow.

We also have the season ticket member meet and greet coming up this weekend.

Will someone let the absentees know?

They’re in this chat. They will see it sooner or later.

I doubt that. They are too busy doing whatever it is they are doing.

Knock it off, guys.

The more I read, the angrier I get. Coach Bobby knows why we miss or leave practice early, and it’s usually because Arturo needs us for a job. I doubt Coach would say anything to Arturo, but I’d love to be a fly on the wall if that ever happened.

Why should we? It’s the truth and you know it.

Yeah, we are tired of the double standards with the team.

If they miss practice, nothing happens, but if one of us misses, then we are labeled as a healthy scratch and have to miss the game.

Things need to change. Team morale is the lowest it’s ever been.

Don’t be a dick. The team is fine and we are winning, so whatever changed, it must be good.

All these keyboard warriors and not one of you will say it to their faces.

Bullshit. I’d say it to their faces, but they are never here.

I scroll up to see what and who started this chain of ranting. I roll my eyes when I get to the culprit. It’s none other than rookie Chase Williams.

“Williams, what the fuck are you trying to accomplish?” I whisper to myself as I glance to the other side of the bed.

It’s empty. Savannah must have gone to class already.

What time is it?

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