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“I fucking love it when you cry and beg.”

The memory he sparked is there, but my mind can’t hold onto it because Koda slaps me.

I come. I come hard. I’m fucking screaming, and he doesn’t try to silence me. I know when he finishes, and he rides my orgasm out, which feels like forever. When it’s finally over I feel depleted. If this was a video game, the screen would be pulsing with my heartbeat because Koda did fucking damage. Not only to my insides, but my mind.

He pulls out, and the world comes rushing back in. I jump up and throw on my clothes, mustering the strength to get myself out of the door. My phone is still alive so I call a ride share who is luckily around the corner.

“Where are you going?” he asks in a daze. The same question, every single time, as if my exit is some sort of surprise.

“Home. This was fun.”

And I leave before he can say anything else.

On the twenty minute ride back I fight the urge to fall asleep. I stumble into the front door, barely hanging on for dear life, and drag myself down the hallway until I collapse into my bed.

Damien was wrong. Everything isn’t about money. Everyone has their own currency and thanks to him, mine is sex.

Chapter Ten

Ashland

I wake up to Penny snoring with half of her body hanging out of the bed. Last night we drank too much even though it was a Tuesday. Happy hangover day to me. I unloaded on her about Koda and all of the bullshit that keeps happening with him. She just had a smug little smile on her face. It was almost impossible to turn the conversation back to the internship. I think she was glad that I’ve gotten out of my head a little thanks to dick.

I check my phone and there are no missed calls, but I have one text. It’s from Micropenis of all people.

I have practice at 1. Come to the field when you wake up.

No. Nope. No. I will not do that. I am not Koda fucking Armory’s puppy. He can fuck me in the library. Slam me up against the dock at the Weekender. He can act all high and mighty at happy hour. But I draw the fucking line at telling me what to do with my free time. I’m not coming to a practice field where people can see me sitting there and assume I’m pining after him, which is probably what he wants. Anything with him attracts attention and that’s the last thing I need.

I groan as I get out of bed and change into an old band tee that isn’t mine with a pair of leggings. Penny will be asleep until two at the very least, and I have a test at the end of the week that I need to study for.

I trudge over to the library in the center of campus and head to the second floor to find one of the last spots left in the center. I hate being open like this, but I don’t have any options. The time passes by. I’m faintly aware of my phone buzzing as I rub my wary eyes. The clock on the wall says it’s four in the afternoon, and I realize I haven’t eaten at all and that I don’t know the difference between punctuation and verbs anymore. My phone buzzes again, and I yawn.

“What the fuck, Ash?” A deep voice aggressively attacks me. None other than Koda stands over me, his face red with rage as he shouts in the library getting everyone’s attention. They’re all so in awe of him that no one bothers shushing him. He’s still in his practice gear. He has his pants on with his shoulder pads and cleats. His hair is glued to his forehead with sweat. It looks like he came straight here from practice, and with how much heat and rage he’s exuding it must be exactly what happened.

“I-I was studying,” I manage to croak. I don’t owe this fucker anything, yet I’m ready to give him whatever the fuck he wants. I can tell he’s pissed, and that’s the version of him that seems to fuck me. It’s to die for.

“I told you to come to practice.”

My balls grow back suddenly. If he wants to make a fucking scene we can make a scene.

“I’m not going to your stupid fucking football practice. It’s a pointless sport. Some of us are in here trying to learn real world skills instead of accumulate concussions to retire with one brain cell at forty-two.”

The atmosphere in the library is charged with electricity. Everyone around me is shocked. Some of them are disturbed, but I can see the look of pleasure on some of those faces. My comment is about to get me royally fucked, but it was worth it. Koda slams my laptop shut and shoves my books into my bag. A grin full of malice spreads across his face, and now I wonder if the comment was too far.

He leans down and growls low in my ear. “Let’s go before you say something you might regret.”

He tosses my bag over his massive shoulder and stalks away, leaving me to chase after him. I’m short and actually have to run to catch up. I shout slurs and try to figure out how to fight him, but he fucking ignores me. Koda doesn’t stop until we get to the entrance to the locker rooms under the stadium. I don’t know what to do so I just lean against the wall, sucking in breaths, and pull out my phone. With a quick text I let Cole know I’m not going to make it to The Roost when he gets off.

Koda clears his throat. When I look up, he’s holding open the door and points inside. With a sigh I enter the dark hallway and follow him. The closer we get to the locker rooms the louder it gets. Guys are laughing and joking around.

Koda stalks in with me behind him and the place falls silent. I train my eyes to the ground out of respect in case any of them are naked, but it looks like whatever post practice rituals they partake in are over. Everyone is fully clothed except for Noah. The second he sees us he scrambles to find a shirt. I can feel all eyes on us as we pass through rows of guys. There isn’t one murmur between them. We finally reach a locker that says K. Armory on a plaque. In fact, the entire locker room screams dignity. It’s more like a lounge than a place for sweaty boys.

A door to the side flies open revealing a dude standing there in a towel.

“What’s everyone looking…” He follows the gazes to me and practically flings himself back through the door to get away.

Koda tosses my bag onto an ornate table surrounded by lavish chairs upholstered with velvet. “This is where you’ll do your homework.”

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