Page 144 of Wicked Games

“Hearing you talk about dating Theo makes me want to go out onto the field and pummel his ass.”

“Fake dating,” I breathe. “Which we only did for about fifteen minutes to get a rise out of you.”

“A rise out of me, huh?” He draws back, smirking, then presses his hips against mine. His erection digs into my belly.

My lips part.

Shit. He’s really turned on.

“I guess it worked.” He tugs on a lock of my hair. “Now what?”

Distant cheering, but I don’t know if it’s for our team or theirs.

As much as Scary Caleb is hot—in an intimidating way—I prefer the other version of him.

“Now…” I push up onto my toes and get in his face. “We go back to the game.” I slip out from under his arm and walk away. I ignore the tingling down my spine.

If I were to look back, I’d see him staring. Jealousy suits him.

“Every action has a reaction, little wolf,” he calls.

I shiver.

He follows me back up the bleachers. To our seats. He grabs my hips before I can sit, though, and pulls me onto his lap.

After a failed attempt to get up, I loop my arm around his shoulders. We watch the game, the players moving up and down the field. Their grunts and the creaking of equipment, the way they crash into each other. Eli and Riley are absorbed in the game. Theo and Liam join our bubble, and they watch just as intensely.

Everyone is focused on the field.

Caleb’s hand starts on my thigh. I think nothing of it until it slides up just a hair, under the edge of my coat. I ignore it. I ignorehimand whatever game he’s trying to play right now. In public.

“The thing I love most about your outfit, little wolf?”

“What’s that?” I’m hyper-aware of his thumb’s circular path.

“You can still feel everything through leggings,” he comments. His hand climbs higher, and his thumb brushes my center.

I gasp, pressing my legs together, but it’s too late. He’s already there.

“You can’t keep me out.” He darts forward and kisses my neck. “I wonder who will notice your face when you come on my hand?”

He rubs my clit through my leggings and panties. I bite back a groan, already strung out on a wire from feeling his erection and standing up to him. It was an unexpected high. And now, it’s too much.

I turn my face into his neck. “You’re wicked.”

“It’s your game,” he says into my hair. “Will you scream my name?”

I grit my teeth and shift, trying to get some relief. He’s driving me wild. Every inch of me is focused on the drag of his finger on the most sensitive part of me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder.

“Stop,” I moan, but I don’t push him away.

I’ve gone insane.

He reaches higher, to my waistband. I angle toward him, trying to shield myself. My coat is doing a pretty good job, but even then…

His hand slips into my panties, and the feel of his fingers on my skin almost undoes me. Two fingers thrust into me, and I yelp, burying my face back in his neck. I expect him to laugh, but he’s silent, moving faster.

Something good happens on the field, because students below us surge to their feet. We alone remain sitting as the crowd goes crazy.

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