Page 55 of Wicked Scorn
I look over at her and mouth ‘stay put’ before heading into the locker room. I already scared the equipment boy to keep her in his fucking eyesight until I’m done.
Stripping off my soaked jersey and pads, I turn on the shower and let the icy spray pound against my overheated skin. I need to get rid of this fucking hard-on, but I’m not about to do it in this full ass shower and no one has the balls to comment on my hard dick, anyway.
Except for my fucking brothers, which is why I’d like to be out of the fucking shower before they’re done shooting the shit and stroll their asses in here.
Doesn’t matter how many times I jerk off, it’s never enough. I need Oakley like I need air to breathe. She’s become my obsession, my reason for existing. Without her, I’m just an empty fucking shell.
I wash myself quickly, so I don’t fucking smell like a pigpen, but I don’t have time to let the water soothe me. I need to go snatch up my bunny.
After toweling off, I tug on a clean pair of sweats and a t-shirt before heading out to the parking lot. Oakley is leaning against one of the pillars with the water boy not far behind, scrolling through her phone with a little furrow between her brows that makes me want to smooth it away with my thumb.She looks up as I approach, lips curving into a soft smile that has me melting from the inside out.
“Hey,” she murmurs as I pull her into my arms, nuzzling my face into the sweet-smelling curve of her neck. She giggles, the sound like music to my ears. “I see you’re no longer grumpy.”
“I see you’re done being mad at me for making you come to practice today. Missed you, baby,” I mumble against her skin, inhaling the strawberry smell of her hair.
“Watching you out there,” Oakley’s voice breaks through my stalker ass behavior of trying to inhale her into my lungs, “it’s like stepping back in time.” Her eyes catch the light, shimmering with memories. “Remember when Royce and I used to watch all your games? You were unstoppable, even then.”
I smirk at the memory, but something twists inside me. “Yea,” My grip tightens on her hand. “Guess I’ve always liked putting on a show.”
My hands roam over the soft fabric covering her back, dipping down to graze the swell of her perfect ass. “You look so fucking good in this dress.”
She pulls back with a teasing smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh yea? You like it?”
Instead of answering, I yank her flush against me so she can feel the hard ridge of my cock digging into her belly. Her pupils blow wide, lips parting on a soft exhale as she grinds against me instinctively. Christ, she’s so responsive, so perfectly attuned to me.
“Does that answer your question?” I growl, nipping at the delicate shell of her ear. A shiver races through her, and I can’t resist adding, “You have no idea how much I want to rip thisthing off you and put your pussy in my mouth right here in the parking lot, baby.”
Her breath hitches, and she bites that plump bottom lip in a way that makes my cock throb insistently. “Jeremiah…”
The sound of my name on her lips in that breathy, wanting tone is like an electric jolt straight to my dick. Grabbing the sides of her face, I angle her head back and crash my mouth against hers in a searing, possessive kiss. She mewls softly, melting into me as our tongues tangle.
When the need for air becomes too great, I tear my lips from hers with a ragged groan. Oakley’s chest is heaving, lips swollen, and eyes glazed with naked desire. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“You know you’re only a quick tug away from being naked for me, right?” I rasp, smoothing my thumb over the slick, kiss-swollen curve of her bottom lip. “One little piece of fabric between me and that gorgeous body of yours.”
A delicate shiver wracks her frame, and she gives me a look that could set me on fire from the inside out. “Is that a promise, Mr. Blackwood?”
Christ, the way she says my last name, all innocently and yet sin-laced, has me aching. I growl deep in my chest and haul her up, her legs automatically winding around my waist as I walk us to my bike. She gasps at the sudden movement, arms looping around my neck as I grind my rigid length against her core, her soft little delicate panties hardly a fucking barrier. I could fucking spear right through them with how hard I am for her.
“You want it to be a promise, baby?” I snarl against the creamy column of her throat. “You want me to strip you down and fuck you right here until you’re screaming my name?”
She whimpers, hips undulating in desperate little circles as she chases friction. “Yes, please, Jeremiah, I need-”
The shrill ringing of her phone cuts her off, and she lets out a frustrated groan as I reluctantly set her back on her feet. Fumbling in the little woven bag hanging from her shoulder, she fishes out her cell with shaking hands and frowns at the screen.
“It’s Ro…Royce,” she stutters out his name, and just like that, the hazy lust clouding my brain clears like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over my head.
Royce. Her brother, my former best friend, the guy who tore us apart all those years ago with his jealous, possessive bullshit. The irony of that isn’t lost on me, as I now am a walking billboard of possessiveness when it comes to his sister. The memory of that night two years ago slams into me with the force of a freight train, bitter resentment and regret burning like acid in my veins.
Seeing the name on her phone screen now is like a kick to the teeth, all the old anger and bitterness rushing back in a tidal wave of emotion. I curl my hands into fists, nails biting into my palms as I struggle to contain the storm of rage swirling inside me.
Oakley answers the call with a resigned sigh, shoulders slumping, but I don’t miss the excitement shining in her eyes. “Hey, big brother. What’s up?”
There’s a brief pause as she listens. Her brow furrows, lips turning down at the corners in that way that makes me want to pull her into my arms and chase all her troubles away.
I shove my hands into the pockets of my sweats and rock back on my heels, jaw working furiously. I want nothing more than to snatch the phone from her hand and ream Royce a new one, to remind him what a piece of shit brother he is.
A minute goes by.
