Page 76 of Jace
I pass them, locate the correct locker room door in the tiled hallway, and lean against the opposite wall. My arms are crossed, one foot propped against it, and I'm waiting for Jace to show up.
However, when his idiotic teammates enter the hallway, all sweaty and muddy, still high-fiving each other, I can't help but glare at them. Especially to the fucker at the front, the one who threw that glass at Jace that time. He at least has the wits to swallow before finding his bravado, attempting to appear tough in front of his friends.
Please.
“What are you doing here? Wrong team, King? Confused much? Been tackled one too many times?” He taps the side of his head, which only deepens my glare.
“Which team do you mean?” I smirk. “My one hundred-man roster?” I glance disinterestedly at the fifteen or so dudes behind him, giving them a toothy smile. They seem to understand the threat, and, except for a couple of guys, most of them just hang back. Good.
“Bentley,” one of those guys pipes up. “Just let it go, man.”
Bentley–I huff at the ridiculous name–ignores him and steps closer to me. “Are you looking for your fag–”
“Don’t,” I interrupt, shutting him up immediately. “Don’t say whatever moronic thing you wanted to say.”
“Or what?”
“Please...” I push off the wall. “Try me,” I whisper. And I can’t help but flex, just a little. Which he clearly notices.
He stares at me with those fugly beady eyes, then huffs and storms away inside, his two lackeys following him. I want to go after them, make sure that Jace is okay, but the guy who interrupted before taps me on the arm before I can.
“Sorry, King. We're not all like that,” he says with some quick nods from the guys behind him. “We'll make sure he doesn't take it out on Jace, okay?”
I assess him, but can only see honesty, so I nod, and they head inside quickly.
I’m fuming on the inside when the door snaps shut, desperate to go in there, but I know it wouldn’t do much good. We don’t want an all-out war between the football and soccer teams here.
But if that idiot keeps doing idiotic things… I don’t know what will happen.
Thankfully, it doesn't take long before the door opens again, and the guy I'm waiting for steps out, freshly showered and sporting a broad smile when he sees me.
“Hey, you,” he says softly, approaching the spot where I'm leaning against the wall. He drops his black sports bag on the floor. “What are you doing here? Did you watch the game?”
I nod as I take him in, hands itching to grab onto the belt loops of his cargo shorts. And shit, he’s wearing my hoodie that he borrowed all those weeks ago after his drunk sleepover, hood pulled over his wet hair. I hold back a groan, loving it way too much that he’s wearing my clothes. He notices my reaction, and his eyes flare.
He shuffles a bit closer, quickly scanning our surroundings to ensure we really are alone, but he lowers his voice anyway as he grins. “Couldn't stay away any longer, huh?”
“Nope,” I admit, popping the ‘p,’ and my fingers now trail over the Tigers logo on his chest, my heart hammering. I justhaveto touch him. “I'm taking you out on a date.”
“That’s what you said last Friday.”
“And that’s what I’m going to do.”
“Do I need to change for this date?” His eyes rake over me before he gestures at himself. “I’m nowhere near as preppy as you.”
I snort. “I’m not a preppy guy.”
“Oh really? I think you look very preppy actually.” His hand is now on my pec, clad in the navy polo. “But I like it. Very much.”
“And I like you in my hoodie. I don’t want you to change.” Ireallylove that he’s wearing it, especially when he obviously didn't expect me to find out.
He sidles closer still. “It’s my favorite.”
Giving in to temptation, I grab the belt loops anyway and tug him towards me, capturing his mouth when he falls against me. I justhaveto. Just a quick one.
My dick reacts instantly when his mouth parts on a raspy gasp, and our tongues meet in a heated kiss. His arms wrap around my back, holding me close to him.
I grunt when he delves deeper, taking charge, and chase him when he pulls back way too soon. He nips at my bottom lip, nudging my nose with his, a move I’mreallystarting to like.
