Page 68 of Hate the Game
“He called me and accused me of trying to sabotage him. And yes, I am! But he accused me of trying to distract his son the way I did him. As if I tried to distract him! Insanity. That man needs a reality check. He thinks I sent a sex worker to draw his son away. That man is a giant jackass! How stupid? How absolutely ridiculous.” She paused in her rant and turned cold eyes on me. “Why does he think that, Savannah? Why does he think you’re a sex worker luring his son away?”
My mouth opened and closed a few times. “He thinks I’m a sex worker?”
She suddenly had a giant glass of wine in her hand. I had no idea where it’d come from. “If you’re sleeping with his son, Savannah, this article will be dead in the water. The magazine won’t open itself up for criticism over a jaded ex. That’s what they’ll say. Do you get that? They’ll say you wanted more from Jax Carrington and he turned you down so you’re trashing him and all of USC football. Do you get that? You’re a woman in journalism, Savannah! You have to be better than everyone else, even morally, or you’ll be eaten alive. So tell me that you didn’t just ruin your career and my chance to put that dickhead Carrington in his place.”
My heart hammered away while my brain struggled to think of something to say. I needed to admit the truth and walk away from the article. I didn’t do that, though. Fear that she’d cancel the program immediately held me back. I didn’t want to bekicked out of USC, not yet. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to the guys.
“Savannah?”
I took a deep breath and smiled. “Coach is nuts. You know it and I know it. He’s strung so tight these days. I’m not doing anything. I’m definitely not acting as a sex worker to lure his son away from football.”
She blew out a relieved breath. “Good.Good. I’ll be there next week and I want a progress report of everything you’ve found.”
“Next week?”
She drained her wine and then burped. “Sorry. Listening to that prick Carrington stressed me out. I have to go. Maybe I’ll do some goat yoga or maybe I’ll go to a rage room and tape that dickhole’s face to everything I break.”
I winced when she stood up and immediately tumbled over.
“I’m okay!” One lone arm shot up and gave me a thumb’s up.
***Jax***
Istared at the playbooks tossed over Dad’s desk and scowled at them. Forcing me to stay in his office under the threat of benching me was low, even for him. He seemed more uptight than ever these days. He snapped over the smallest shit, walked around like he hated the world, and had the entire team doing everything to stay out of his way. Half the reason I’d decided to skip practice and study the playbooks on my own was his fucking attitude.
That’d only gotten me stuck in his office, though. What had felt cruel and unusual turned into a damn gift when Savannah slipped inside in her short dress and bright red lipstick. I moved back from the desk and watched her look around. I did my best to be patient as she took her damn time coming closer to me.
I didn’t know how she’d done it but Savannah had crawled under my skin, sank her teeth in my veins, and created a fucking monster inside me that wanted to devour her. I had to grip the arms of Dad’s office chair hard as I waited for her.
“Savannah.”
She’d been staring at the pictures on Dad’s walls, her eyes focused on one from when he was younger. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. “You look just like him. It’s kind of weird. If you told me he’d created and birthed you himself I’d believe it.”
I raised an eyebrow and patted my lap. “Come here.”
She giggled and snapped a photo of the framed picture. “It’s just too good.”
“Savannah.” I’d been dying to taste her again since the last time and after feeling her press that perfect ass against my dick this morning I felt as dangerous as a grenade. I’d never experiencedneedthe way she made me feel it. Not even as a desperate teenager. “Come here.”
Her eyes sparkled as she slowly came closer. “Give you a big fancy desk and suddenly you think you’re the boss of me. Is that what you think, Jax? That you’re the boss of me and that you get to give me that look and deepen your voice and I’ll roll over?”
“I sure as fucking hope so.”
She smiled wide and looked up at me through her lashes, the look so coy and playful that I nearly lost my mind. “What do you think the campus would think if they could see this version of their golden boy? President of the student government and everyone’s favorite sweetheart in public and motorcycle-riding, dominant sexual deviant in private? They’d clutch their pearls, Jax.”
I sat forward, so close to snapping that I couldn’t remember why any of it wasn’t the best idea. “If you’re not over here in the next three seconds they’ll all know because I’m going to make you scream my name so goddamn loud it shatters windows.”
She shivered and licked her lips but she still only moved a little bit closer. She was just out of reach but close enough that I could see her pebbled nipples and goosebumps on her bare thighs. “What are you going to do to me?”
I stood up and yanked her into my body with one arm and cleared off the desk with one sweep of my other arm. Her hands clenched in my shirt, her nails biting in my chest, as I picked her up and deposited her on the desk. Standing between her thighs, I wrapped my hand around her throat and shoved the other between our bodies to cup her already damp sex. I growled and then took her mouth in a savage kiss.
Savannah whimpered and wrapped her arms around me to slip under my shirt. When I nipped at her lip she dug her nails into my lower back. Her thighs clamped around my hips, tightening when I squeezed her pussy. “Jax.”
I sucked her bottom lip and bit it again, making sure it was red and swollen before working my way down her throat. I made sure that she was marked over and over again, temporarily soothing the maniac in my head. I released my grips on her body just to shift them to her tits. I pinched her nipples through her dress while I hovered with my mouth over hers, watching her pupils dilate and breathing in the desperate sounds she made.
“I’m going to devour your pretty pussy again, Sav. I’m going to lick up every bit of your sweet cream and I’m not going to stop until you come all over my face. Understand me?”
She gripped the desk and nodded. “Please, Jax.”
