Page 57 of Scrum Heat

I’m making noises that definitely do not qualify as alpha-like. I’m saying things like, “god,” and “fuck,” and “are you trying to kill me?” in between breaths.

And then—ohno—

Her hand starts to move lower.

Sliding past the waistband of my shorts.

Warm fingers. Cool nails.

Touching me.

Wrappingaroundme.

And it’s over.

There is zero warning. Zero composure. My entire spinal cord just throws in the towel and screamsEVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF.

Her hand isn’t even moving that fast. It’sgentle, a little lazy—almost like she’s curious.

But my body?

Yeah.

My body thinks we’ve survived a war and this is the post-victory fireworks.

I jerk once. Twice. Make a noise that absolutely does not belong to a grown man.

And then I come—pathetically fast.

It’s like my soul just did a tactical evacuation via my dick. I finish with a strangled gasp and a full-body twitch, and Frankie pulls back slightly.

She blinks down at me. Then blinks again.

“Oh,” she says softly, lips parted in surprise.

I want to die. I want to apologiseto the fucking Moon. I want to write her a formal letter of regret and light myself on fire.

“I’m…” I wheeze. “I didn’t—you’re just—you’reveryeffective.”

“Wow,” She bites back a grin. “That bad, huh?”

“No—thatgood,” I groan. “Criminallygood. Honestly? I might need medical attention.”

“Well,” she grins, breathless, smug, and still panting slightly. “That was…efficient.”

I cover my face with both hands as blood rushes to my cheeks. “I wasoverstimulated,okay? It was thepheromones. I was already on the brink.”

“Right,” she nods. “Definitely not because I wrecked you with a single thigh ride and a well-timed squeeze.”

I groan again, and her smile widens. She leans in and kisses my cheek—my cheek, which should not feel like a spiritual awakening—and murmurs: “Helpful enough for you?”

I whimper.

That’s it. Iwhimper.

I’m never living this down.

Frankie flops forward, collapsing into my chest with a giddy little laugh that I feel all the way to my soul, and somehow,that’sworse.