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“Yes,” she replies.

“Then keep watching. If you take your eyes off them, I’ll stop,” I warn.

Moving her underwear to the side, I slip my fingers through her slit and find her already wet. “I wonder if he’s teasing her like this,” I say and strum against her clit, “or is he working his thick fingers into her tight pussy, like this,” I ask her and push a finger inside her.

More people start openly watching the throuple, and the increased attention seems to heighten their passion. For a moment the men look at each other and silently communicate. They each slip a hand under one of her knees and drape her legs over theirs, exposing her pussy to the room.

Harlow’s breath hitches, and I slow the movements of my fingers inside of her. “Do not come,” I demand.

She fists the collar of my shirt, and yanks me closer. “Then let’s go home.”

“Don’t you want to watch them finish?” I resume fingering her until she’s once again on the verge of coming before holding my fingers still again.

Across the room, the man who was kissing the woman pulls down the straps of her dress and exposes her breasts to the room. He savagely pinches and tugs on her nipples while his friend continues to finger her pussy.

“No, I want you to finish me, at home. I want more than your fingers. I need your cock. I want to feel every inch of your skin pressed against mine, so take me home, ” Harlow begs.

I remove my fingers and suck them clean in front of her. “Your apartment is thirty minutes from here.”

“Then you better drive fast.”

* * *

I takethe back roads to her apartment going well above the speed limit the entire way. I’m not sure how we make it in one piece since the whole way I was picturing the different things I planned to do to Harlow the minute we walked in the door. That preoccupation causes me to miss the silhouette of a man sitting near the bottom of the staircase to her apartment until we’re right next to him.

Coach Rivera stands up the moment he sees us approach the stairs. I move Harlow behind me, and he clenches his fists. “Playtime is over, Harlow. It’s time for you to get your ass home where you belong.”

She’s trembling against my back. I’m not sure why no one picked up Rivera lurking here without at least calling us.

He shakes a spray can in front of him. “Don’t want anyone showing up and interrupting our conversation.”

I pass her my keys. “Low, go get in the truck and lock the doors.”

“Don’t take a fucking step bitch,” he shouts at her.

“Low, now,” I insist.

Harlow fists my shirt and presses closer to my back. “Come with me.”

I can hear her breathing start to increase, along with the trembling of her muscles. She’s on the verge of a panic attack, and I can’t help her until I can get rid of her asshole ex. My only hope is she can hold it together until she can lock herself in the truck.

“I’ll be right behind you. I’m just going to have a chat with your ex first. I know it’s pretty late, but maybe you should give Griffin or Charlie a call and let them know about the vandalism.”

She moves quickly toward my truck, and I can hear her disengage the locks with the key fob before she climbs up. Rivera hesitates, but he tries to get to her before she’s able to lock herself inside.

I step in front of him. “Make one more move toward her and I’ll lay your ass out.”

Rivera gets in my face, but he’s a few inches shorter than me and not as intimidating as I’m sure he’s going for. “I’m her husband, not her ex. You’re going to back off and let me take my wife home. Now.”

“She’s not going to be your wife much longer whether you sign the papers or not. And you are not taking her anywhere. She’s not a possession for us to pass back and forth.”

A calculating look crosses his face. I can tell he’s reassessing his tactics since intimidation didn’t work. “Look, I know dating an older woman is exciting for a while. You get to experience a woman who is more experienced, although you should have chosen someone else for that because Harlow is pretty frigid. But, don’t let pussy ruin your life. You can still walk away from this, and I’ll put you back on the team.”

I laugh at him and shake my head. “You’re a pathetic piece of shit. You had that woman to come home to for eleven years and still thought you could find something better. I bet you really thought that just because you got bored in your marriage, that no one else would want her. News flash, asshole, she’s still an amazing, beautiful woman.”

As I suspected, his switch flips, and he’s hostile once more. His bronze skin starts to turn purple. He points his finger in my face. “You’re done Ryan. Good luck going pro now. You’ll never step foot on that mound again. You can kiss your scholarship goodbye too. You’re going to lose everything, and in the end I’ll still get her back, because you won’t be around to keep her.”

“So you’ll keep her isolated and dependent on you. That’s why you really got her fired from her job, isn’t it? You saw how miserable you made her, and you wanted to be sure you could have your side piece and still keep Harlow under your thumb. I can’t figure out what you get out of holding on to someone you don’t seem to like.”

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