Page 152 of Scrimmage

Chapter Twenty-One

Ashland

Spending the night at Koda’s isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I wake up to a phone ringing. I’d rather lay in this bed forever, but I think Koda might be a morning person. He stretches and grabs his phone, answering it.

“Hello,” he mumbles. It lasts all of three seconds before he sets the phone on my face and tucks his head into the back of my shoulder.

“Angel?” I yawn, throwing the phone on speaker.

“I’m dying,” she groans. “I vaguely remember throwing up in the bushes. I have two missed calls from Gavin and a text I’m too scared to open. How do I break up with him?”

“I got it. Just copy and paste.” I devise a text and send it to her.

“Thank God,” she sighs when she sends it. “It’s over. It’s actually over.”

“Now you need to erase his texts, erase pictures, and block his number.”

“Oh no,” she frets.

“I’ll stay on the phone with you.”

“Okay. Okay. I can do this.”

I shut my eyes, doing my best to stay awake and be supportive. “Yes, you can, bitch. Now do it.”

Angel chatters on while she painstakingly deletes two years worth of their terrible relationship.

“Wait,” she panics. “You’re at Koda’s. You don’t have time for this. Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. I have all the time in the world. He’s still sleeping.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Koda’s hand twitches, slowly moving up my hip and tweaking my nipple lightly. Nevermind. He’s not asleep, and the last time I was on the phone in a position with him he didn’t fucking care. I squeak at the touch.

“Are you okay?” Angel asks.

I clear my throat. “Fine. Fine. Keep deleting.”

Koda palms my breast and squeezes, kissing my neck. Goosebumps spread across my skin. He wouldn’t have sex with me last night, but now it’s the morning. I’m still drowsy, but that doesn’t mean shit. I back my ass into him, feeling how hard he is. He groans, making me fucking melt.

“See?” he murmurs into my ear. “Not so bad to spend the night.”

No, it’s not. It’s weird starting my day with him like this, but I like it. A lot. His lips move down my neck over my shoulder, and his hands areeverywhere. I back into him again.

“Greedy little slut.”

“Shh.”

He taps the mute button on the phone and slides his hand into my underwear.

“Where were we?” he smirks against my cheek.

“I think you were about to…”

His fingers are soft as they slide through my arousal. My breath quickens. “You should spend the night more often.”

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