Page 47 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

She snorts. “The day you’re broken on the floor is the day pigs fly. Ain’t nothin’ that can bring the great Elliot Carson down.”

“I’ll gladly go down on you… I mean for you.”

She giggles and something loosens in my chest, my smile growing.

“At least you had that sweet little strawberry-blondie to help you celebrate.”

My forehead scrunches. “Who, Sarah?”

She scoffs. “Like I’m supposed to know her name?”

I chuckle. “She was just hired on as a physical therapist for the school, and we’re friends. That’s all. She was excited we won.”

I hear Becca’s heavy exhale. “It’s fine, big head. I don’t care who you spend your time with.”

My stomach churns, something in her voice making my gut twist. I want her to care. “You should.”

“You’re a big boy. Not my problem. When do you get back in town?”

A tingle of warning pricks at my thoughts with the way she changes the topic. “Becca, it is your problem.”

“Oh? So you’re sayin’ there’s a problem for me to worry about?”

My head rolls back with my eyes. This woman. “What? No. I’m saying it’s okay for you to give a fuck. I sure as hell care when it’s you and Jeremy.”

“I’m not the jealous type, Eli.”

I tug on the ends of my hair, frustration boiling through my veins with the way she won’t admit she cares. That she is jealous. “Yeah. Okay.”

“You gonna tell me when you’re comin’ home?”

“That depends. You gonna admit you’re jealous?”

“Nothin’ to admit.”

“No witty comeback, Rebecca?” My voice lowers. “Is it because you’re imagining what it’s gonna feel like when I force the truth out of those pretty, lying lips?”

She huffs. “Easy to act high and mighty when you’re not here. And to think I was gonna offer you phone sex.”

I sit up straighter against my headboard, my cock thickening. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

“Where are you right now? On your bed?”

“Yes.”

“What are you wearin’?” she purrs.

I look down at my clothes. “Basketball shorts and a tee.”

“Hmm… Do you want me to make you come, Eli? Do you deserve it?”

Christ, I wish she was here. My palm tingles with the need to put my hands on her and remind her who deserves what, but I’ll give her this little bit of control. I’ll enjoy taking it back once I get home.

“I deserve anything you wanna do to me, baby girl.”

“Good. Take your right hand and touch yourself, over your shorts.” Her voice is sultry. Blood rushes to my groin, arousal spiraling through me.

My hand reaches down, palm gliding over my growing erection.

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