Page 18 of Hate the Game
“Savannah?”
I felt the wildly large bulge against my stomach harden and my eyes went wide. I searched his face and opened my mouth to say something but no sound came out. Until it did and then I wished I could take it back. “Oh. Wow.”
Ryder’s pupils dilated and he licked his lips while searching my face. “Savannah.”
It was still growing. Jesus. I knew my face was burning bright but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t do anything but stare into his eyes that were anything but cold as he stared back at me. His expression was so hungry that my body went even softer against his.
Like an idiot, I opened my mouth again and formed more sounds into words that I should’ve kept to myself. “Um… Ryder? Would you like to go for a one-on-one interview with me, just like Cole and Jax?”
His eyes dropped to my neck and then he was gently putting me back on my own feet and stepping back. Before I could see the monster between his legs again he bent and grabbed his towel. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I swallowed back my embarrassment and cleared my throat. “Of course. Sure. Makes sense.”
He hesitated and stared down at me for a few moments more before swearing and stomping away. He was holding the towel infront of him to hide his dick but he made no effort to cover his bare ass.
I swooned at the sight of it. He had a great ass. And a great face. And a great… Never mind. I forced myself to turn away and hurry to my favorite shower. It was still wet from Ryder and every moment of what was supposed to be a relaxing shower ended up being torture. My body ached with a need like I’d never known.
I’d been convinced I was madly in love with Charlie but I’d never burned for him like I’d burned for the three men I was supposed to be taking down. Not once. I’d given him my virginity because it felt like the thing to do but I’d never gotten nearly as wet for him.
I was disturbed. So disturbed that when I got back to my room I still couldn’t sleep and decided a run around campus was a good idea. I wasn’t a runner. I was barely a fast walker. It was a sign of the times that I needed to run. I was losing it. Worse than that, I was losing it and I still had nothing to give to Marla Knight. Her emails to me were getting more and more demanding. She wanted dirt.
Too bad I’d only managed to get dirty, not dirt.
***Ryder***
Staring down at my phone, I wondered what the fuck I was doing. Especially when those three little dots appeared next to Savannah’s name as she responded to the text I’d sent her thanking her for staying out of my shower during my shower time. It’d been three days since we’d run into each other and I’d spotted the hickey on her neck. I hadn’t seen her since.
S: Who is this?
I stared at my phone with wide eyes and embarrassment coloring my face. She hadn’t saved my number? That was a new low for me. Jesus.
S: Just kidding. I could practically feel you getting pissy over text, soldier boy. You’re notthatforgettable. Especially certain parts of you.
S: Dear lord. I meant your ass.
S: Not your…you know. Jesus. Excuse me while I run off a cliff.
S: If this is the moment you go back to being silent, I’ll hunt you down and make you regret it.
I had to bite back a laugh. Texting Savannah was just easier than talking to her. I could think about what I was saying and she felt real through text.
R: I’m getting the idea that you like my ass and my…you know.
S: You ass.
R: Next time we could reverse positions and I’ll let you know my personal feelings about your forgettability.
S: Are you asking me to show you my parts?
R: …No?
S: At least I know now why you don’t speak verbally very often. Imagine this shit leaving your mouth? You’d get slapped all the time.
R: I have a question.
S: No, I won’t tell all the other boys that I let you see my boobies.
I threw my head back and laughed. When one of the guys from the team stopped walking past and just stared at me I growled at him and sent him rushing away.
