Page 74 of Scrum Heat

She’s warm. Soft. Fuckingperfect. And her scent—god, her scent is rising. Filling the room, filling myhead. It’s sweet and heady and hers, and it’s wrapping around my instincts like a leash I’m begging to be yanked.

“You have no idea what you just started,” I growl against her lips, nipping hard enough to make her gasp again. “You walk into my locker room, smelling like that—wearing that—thinking you’d leave untouched?”

She makes a noise in her throat, and I kiss it right off her.

My hands slide down and grip under her thighs. She doesn’t need telling, she jumps—legs wrapping around my waist, hips pressing against me. I push forward until her back hits the lockers again, anchoring her there, feeling her heat through the thin material of her yoga pants.

“I’ve heard those sounds of yours in my head forweeks,” I murmur. “You know that?”

She shudders.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you watch me? How you breathe faster when I get close? How your scent spikes when I say your name?”

I press harder. Another grind. Her hips jerk toward mine, desperate.

“Say it,” I growl.

She bites her lip. “Say what?”

“My name.”

“Theo,” she whispers, wrecked.

“There we go,” I grin. “That’s a good girl.”

Her head falls back against the locker and I kiss down her throat, mouthing at her skin, licking at the sweat collecting under her jaw. She claws at my shoulders, back arching into me, and I drag my teeth over her pulse—just enough to make her hips snap forward again.

"You gonna let me help you out of these pants?" I murmur into her skin.

She nods without thinking, breathless.

I peel them off fast, letting her panties go with them in one firm tug. She’s already slick and completely soaked through, and my cock throbs under the towel that’s just about managing to stay low on my hips.

Her pupils blow wide as I drop to the bench, pulling her down with me. She straddles my lap, completely bare now, her knees spread wide. I don’t give her time to adjust: I pull her down hard onto my thigh, right onto the muscle.

She keens, breath ragged as she starts to move. Slow at first. Then faster.

Her slick coats my skin, her nails dig into my back. She’s panting and moaning, fucking herself on me like she was made for it.

“You look so good like this,” I murmur. “Fucking yourself on my thigh. Is that what you wanted, sweetheart? Right from that first day when you dropped onto the floor?”

Her hips stutter, and I squeeze tighter as her head drops to my shoulder.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” she whimpers.

“Tell me who makes you feel like this.”

“You—Theo. Only you.”

And fuck, I want to knot her right now. Bond her. Mark her where everyone can see it.

I grip her ass and help her move faster, harder. Her cunt is dragging slick across my leg as her moans go sharp—breath catching, hands scrambling for something to hold on to.

“Fuck, Frankie—you’re making a fucking mess of me.”

She’s flushed all over, and my cock twitches—hard and ready, pressed up against the towel that’s falling open around my waist.

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