Page 30 of Play With Me
“And what? You gonna hurt me?” I ask.
He cocks his head, and his nostrils flare. “Maybe I’d use you just the way I need you.”
That makes my half-hard cock twitch.
“And what do you need?”
He steps toward me and grabs onto the jersey, pulling me close. Our bodies collide, and one hand shifts into my hair, pulling roughly. It hurts, pain sliding through my scalp, but at the same time, I don’t recoil. Instead, I seem to lean into it, wanting more.
“I just need this.”
His lips meet mine with a bruising intensity. I’ve never in my life been kissed like this. Never been taken like he’s taking me now.
His phone beeps again, and he pulls away, making me whine.
I want more but I know it’s not going to happen.
Not tonight.
“Fuck. I just…” He pulls away, and his hands move into his hair, tugging in frustration. He went from passionate and angry to distraught. “I need you to leave.”
I move toward him and he holds out his hand, silently telling me to stop.
“Leave, Witkoff. I don’t want you here.”
I swallow, hesitating, and when I don’t move fast enough, he shouts, “Fucking go!”
My face scrunches up as anger pulses through me. I yank off his jersey, tossing it aside as I pull my pants on.
“Fine. Okay. I’m going as fast as I fucking can.”
He growls, his hands moving back into his hair, his body pacing back and forth as he murmurs quietly to himself. He’s coming completely untethered, unraveled. The curious part of me wants to stay and watch it happen, but the other part is telling me to run.
Run as fast as I fucking can.
So I do. I toss on my shirt, grab my bag, and make my way out of his room and down the stairs. Hesitating for only a second as I see the car waiting for me, I stalk toward it. I don’t turn back.
I just move.
He doesn’t want me here. And I know I shouldn’t want to be here, either.
But who am I kidding? I desperately want to stay.
Chapter Five
In the following few days, I hear nothing from Colton. No texts, no jersey suddenly appearing on my doorstep, and when I pass him on campus, he doesn’t even look my way.
I assume whatever insanity happened between us was a glitch in reality. I swallowed the wrong pill, or maybe I made the whole thing up. Maybe it was all just a fever dream.
I don’t miss it.
I really don’t.
I may go to one of his games, lingering in the back like a ghost, watching him. But I don’t wear the jersey because I don’t have it.
I don’t want it anyway.
“Why are you sulking?” Paulie asks, nudging me with the pizza box. We just got done with training and are now eating our weight in carbs.
