Page 16 of The Rivals' Touch

The blood drains from my face. “You didn’t?!”

“You did what?” Legacy squeals as I crane my neck to look at the back, but of course I can’t see without taking the top off. It doesn’t stop me from trying, though.

Zayd raises his hands placatingly and chuckles. “Don’t be jealous, babe. It was just a bit of fun.”

“Fun?” I deadpan just as Legacy screeches, “You dick!”

He laughs and puts another grape in his mouth.

“I can’t cheer with your number on my back! I have a boyfriend!”

He winks. “Tough! I’m sure Bennett will understand. You must embrace the team spirit now that you’re at Aycliffe.”

My father folds his newspaper and puts it on the table. “Well said, son.”

“Wait, what? You agree with him?” I ask my father, staring at him in disbelief.

He gets up and smooths a palm down his tie. “Of course. You cheer for Aycliffe now. You have to show support for your new stepbrother.”

My mouth falls open.

My father walks out and leaves me to stare after him, dumbfounded. Rage bubbles to the surface, and I train my burning glare on Zayd. “I hate you!”

He leans back in his seat and puts his arm on the back of Legacy’s chair. His dark eyes pin me in place. “Better shut that pretty mouth of yours if you want a lift to school.”

I fist my hands. If only I were allowed to punch him in his perfect teeth. “I would rather walk than be anywhere near you!”

He shrugs. “It’s a forty-five-minute walk.”

Legacy flicks her hair. She wants to add to this conversation, but bites her tongue because Ariana is still here.

I storm out, ignoring Zayd’s eyes burning into my back.

* * *

“Have a great day!” Ariana says, waving us off like we’re going to war. The only thing missing is a white handkerchief.

I’m not used to the doting mother act. Mine died when I was ten, and since then, my father has kept the ladies on the down-low. Until now.

I ignore Zayd and Legacy in the front seat as he puts the car in drive and pulls away. I try to, at least. It’s fucking difficult when Legacy keeps giggling in the front. I can tell by her hand placement that she’s teasing Zayd in front of me.

He glances at me in the rearview mirror before spinning the wheel and taking a left turn. “You’re not a prude, are you?”

I shake my head. “Do I look like one?”

His brown eyes are back on the road. “No, you don’t. It’s good because it makes this less awkward.” He unbuckles his belt one-handed and quirks a finger at Legacy. “You made me hard, so you better finish what you started!”

She giggles and removes her seatbelt, shifting onto her knees. The gearstick pokes her in the stomach when she crawls over and takes him in her mouth. I can’t see his dick, but her head bobs and she moans around his cock.

Zayd watches me in the rearview mirror, his hand buried in her hair while he drives one-handed. “You want a taste too?”

I flip him off, then stare out the window at the passing houses. It makes me weirdly horny to listen to him get his dick sucked right in front of me, but I keep those thoughts to myself. My eyes soon wander, though, and I watch the back of her head move up and down while she sucks on him like his dick is the best thing she’s ever tasted.

I’m not jealous. I miss Bennett, that’s all. Bennett and his big cock, which can make me feel unspeakable things.

“Come inside my mouth, babe!” she purrs when Zayd groans.

We stop at a set of lights. Zayd’s eyes are on me in the rearview mirror as he begins thrusting into her mouth from beneath. I can’t look away, not even when he smirks and winks before closing his eyes as he comes.

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