Page 101 of The Rivals' Touch

Like I said, a little perceived competition is healthy.

“Isn’t it,” I agree.

“Guys!” Legacy shouts over the noise of excited students frothing at the mouth. “Don’t we have bigger fish to fry?”

Zayd glares at Jacob and straightens his gray hoodie. He wipes the blood off his lip and strides off toward the front doors.

“Thanks for that, Legacy,” Jacob growls, walking past. “I was going to tell him myself.”

Legacy ignores his jibe. “You’re welcome. The band-aid is off now.”

I’ve had enough of this. “I’m not going to Hedgewood. There’s no fucking way! You can’t make me!”

Legacy’s eyebrows hit her hairline. “Is that so?” Then she puts her finger and thumb in her mouth and whistles. “Jacob, carry her to the car!”

“What? No!” I blurt, stepping back as Jacob sighs and walks toward me. “No, I’m not going!”

He hoists me over his shoulder.

“What the fuck, Jacob!” I squeal, punching his back while fighting the urge to squeeze his very nice ass in those jeans. It’s a weird combination to want to kill someone but also bite their ass cheek.

He slaps my behind as we walk outside. “Hey, Zayd! Wait up!”

Legacy turns her head upside down and smiles at me. “Comfortable there, princess?”

“Yeah, you laugh now, but just you wait! You’ll regret this!”

She straightens back up and pats the top of my head as we descend the steps. “Trust me. You’ll thank me when we have our first foursome.”

Jacob halts mid-step. “Foursome?”

Legacy rolls her eyes and walks past him, hips swaying. “Don’t pretend the thought puts you off. You’re too much of a horndog!”

“I like this kinky side to you!” he calls after her.

She waves a hand dismissively. “My goal is to keep our girl happy!”

Zayd is behind the wheel, watching Jacob struggle to get me into the car. In the end, Jacob has no choice but to band his thick arms around my waist and hold me in place as he slides along the seat with difficulty.

Legacy sits next to us, pulls the door shut, and grins at me. “Comfortable?”

Like a vicious animal, I snap my teeth. “It’s going to take a lot of fucking groveling to make up for this!”

She shrugs and leans forward to tap Zayd on the shoulder. “Drive.” To me, she says, “I like a good challenge.”

“Will you let me go?” I snarl, fighting in Jacob’s arms.

“I don’t know. Are you going to calm down?”

“Unfuckinglikely!”

“Then I won’t let go.”

Zayd smirks at me in the rearview mirror.

“What are you so smug about?” I sneer at him, clawing at Jacob’s arms.

Zayd brings his attention back to the road. “I like you angry. It’s fun.”

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