Page 26 of Jerk
Looking over my shoulder, the doorknob jiggles. “Priscilla, I will invite you to the next party if you shut the hell up.”
The knocking stops, and silence takes over the room before Hannah sighs. “Rye, say what you want so I can get the hell out of here before Dean Patel gets back.”
“What? You worried about her seeing what I do to you?”
“You should be worried about her seeing you hurt me. You’re already off the team, Rye, don’t push it.”
“I haven’t hurt you. Not yet.” Trailing the scissors down to her cleavage, I get a peek of those tits. Her blush-pink nipples are as hard as they were last time. Something about making her feel this way lights a fire in my chest. One that’s keeping me here longer than I need to. Longer than what’s safe. So, I get to the point. “You ruined my party venue, so I’m taking yours.” Her head tilts, confusion swirling on her face. “Your house. It’s mine. That’s where the next party will be.”
“What? No.” Her face twists.
“You sure about that?” My knee pushes between her legs, spreading them just enough that I can walk my fingers between them. “Or do you want me tomakeyou say yes?” Flipping thescissors, I let the dull edge kiss her throat. “I’ll even make you scream it.”
She stills, her eyes falling to the blades before moving up to my face. “Your threats are as empty as your soul.”
“Are they?” The way she lets my fingers trail her thigh makes me feel like we’re back in Coach’s office. Heat pricks my neck, my cock hardening as I climb my fingers higher, pressing the dull edge of the scissors into her skin.
She stares into my eyes with defiance. “How the hell are you going to host a party inmyhouse, wheremyparents live?”
“That sounds like a problem you need to figure out. Not me.” The tips of my nails graze the edge of the soft cotton covering her folds. I want to hear those moans again. I want to leave her breathless. I want to hear my name shake out of her throat.
“Rye…” She says my name breathy and low, like she knows what I’m thinking. Like she knows it won’t take much for me to take over every inch of that body.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, Dean’s presentation should be wrapping up. “Do we have a deal?” I press my fingers against her panties. They’re damp and that only makes this harder. It only makesmeharder.
What the fuck am I doing?
“The lake house,” she says, almost a moan, before she clears her throat. “You can have our lake house.”
My fingers stop against her cotton-covered clit. “That’s not what I asked for.”
Her lips rise to my ear, and the way she sighs only makes me pin her harder against the desk with my hips.
“Youwantthe lake house,” she says. “Think about it.” She walks her fingers down my chest, each touch like a knife to my skin. “The moon glistening over the lake. All the space you can imagine.” Her fingers slide further down my abs, stopping right above my belt as my grip on the scissors tighten. “No oneto crash your party because it’s exclusive. Isn’t that what you want?”
Dropping the scissors to the floor, I grab her waist, propping her on Patel’s desk before spreading her legs. Standing between them, my face comes closer to hers. “Trust me, you can’t handle what I really want.”
She reaches into her bag before something dangles next to my ear. With her eyes still on me, she loops a key off the metal ring and hangs it between us. “Take it.”
Those words don’t help what’s happening in my pants. “You still didn’t say it,” I remind her.
“You’re a pain.”
“If you think I’m a pain, you have no idea what my father will do to bring down the asshole who ruined our family’s prized possessions. So, are you going to say it? Or am I going to take it from you?” The urge to push her back against this desk and throw her legs over my shoulder builds.
Stay away from Hannah.
Mac’s voice swirls through my head as she leans forward. “Thank you so much, Rye.” She’s mocking me, my abs tightening. For a second, I think I’ll give in to the side of me that wants to repeat the sins in Coach’s office. “Thank you for ruining my life.” Her hands come to my chest, pushing me back, and I fight the urge to grip her wrists and climb on top of her.
Mac’s right. Touching Hannah is a problem.
She’sa problem.
Forcing my hands in my pockets, I smirk, turning towards the door. “Don’t thank me yet.”
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