Page 12 of Snake

Mason

“Yo, Bennett. Someone to see you.”

I turn to frown at Magnus, my duffle bag already open and my football gear stacked on the bench inside the locker room, ready to be put on. “Now?”

Wren grins at me, his eyebrows quirking conspiratorially. “It’s Winters.”

My stomach does this weird thing where I feel hungry and nauseous at the same time. “Cool, thanks.”

Cool? The fuck is wrong with me?

I hurry out of the locker room, spotting Nim near the sidelines. As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns to me and smiles.

Knox went into detail about what had happened with Nim yesterday in the courtyard. He made it sound like she was done with us. Like we’d finally pushed her too far, insisting she go to the dance with us.

Can’t say I blame her, if that’s truly the case. We did some fucked up shit to that poor girl. I’m astonished she’s still standing.

But Nim doesn’t look ready to gouge out my eyes. She looks happy as she hurries over.

Maybe even happy to see me.

Me.

My lips twitch into a smug grin as we close the distance. “Hey, baby girl.”

Nim gives me a shy smile. “Hey.” She slides her hands behind her back, looking tasty as fuck as she sways innocently from side to side. “I was thinking about you.” She steps closer, touching the tip of her index finger against my chest and dragging it down my abs. “About when we were...you know...” She leans in and whispers, “In the shower?”

Christ. I shift my weight, absently tugging at my underwear as I grin back at her. How the fuck can she give one suggestive smile and suddenly I’m sporting wood? I need to get into my cup in a minute, but there’s no way my dick will fit inside it now.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her finger trails even lower. She grabs the waist of my school pants and tugs. “I want more.”

She grabs my shirt in a fist and lifts herself onto tippy-toes. That sweet, pouty little mouth of hers hovers less than an inch from mine, her breath painting a soft caress over my mouth when she exhales. “Don’t you want more of me, Mason?”

“I want to defile every inch of your innocent little body,” I croak.

I slide my arm around her waist, dragging her tight up against me, and I kiss her. Her tongue wrestles with mine as our lips glide over each other. Her breasts flatten against my pecs, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to pick her up, walk her up to the nearest wall, and fuck her.

Especially when my hand goes under her skirt and I squeeze her tight, firm ass.

Jesus, the sound she makes.

She steps back in a rush. Peeking shyly my way, she adjusts her clothing with a faint smile.

I’ve got more than a semi now. I glance around, tugging my shirt out of my pants as I try to salvage the situation. “Well, how about you watch the game, and after, we can find ourselves a nice quiet spot to talk?” I glance around, point my chin. “There’s a bench over there, behind those trees. Hardly ever gets used.” I twitch my eyebrows at her. “We could, you know, discuss these thoughts you have.”

“Yeah?” She puts her finger in her mouth, nibbling on her nail. “You’d do that for me… Daddy?”

Jesus fucking Christ. I take two quick steps back, wave weakly at her, and say, “Sure thing, baby girl. See you in a bit.”

If I don’t get out of here right now, I’ll never get in my gear. I pass Romi on the way back to the locker room and throw her a suspicious stare over my shoulder.

What the fuck is she doing here? She’s not part of the usual gaggle of girls huddling in the bleachers watching us practice. That tension leaves my body when I see her go up to Magnus, touching his arm as she talks to him.

Oh, yeah. He asked her to the dance. Even showed me that pathetic attempt at a carving he’d made. I’m not an asshole, so I didn’t tell him how lame it was.

Thank God my dick has deflated by the time I get back inside. I hurriedly undress and slip on my jockstrap, then I dig out my sports cup from my duffle bag and slide it behind the strap. It takes some adjusting, but a second later I’m jogging out the door for practice.

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