Page 72 of The Rivals' Touch

I laugh as I get into position on the floor, next to her at the front. I might not be dressed in Hedgewood’s colors, but I can’t deny the rush that hits me when the music starts playing.

I was born for this.

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“Did you see the long shot at the end?” Abigail buzzes next to me as we enter the locker room after the game.

As expected, Aycliffe dominated the game by a landslide. I tried to act indifferent but watching Zayd and Jacob work the floor made me hot under the collar. They moved fluidly, constantly aware of each other. The moment a decision was made, communicated through the airwaves, they moved into position.

“Never mind the long shot. What about Zayd’s slam dunk in the last minute?” Kiera, one of the younger cheerleaders, says, echoing my thought. At the time, I couldn’t look away from the sheen of sweat on Zayd’s body and the way his muscles strained when he jumped up and grabbed the hoop.

I would never admit it, but watching him play tonight made me proud to cheer for his team.

“You did a good job!” Abigail praises me, pulling her top over her head.

After letting down my hair, I grab the hem of my cheer top and take it off, discarding it on the bench. “Thanks for catching me!”

“I would never drop you!”

Legacy snorts next to us as she unclips her bra and shimmies out of her underwear. My mouth goes dry, and I try to look away from her full breasts and rosy nipples, but my eyes soon return to her soft curves.

When she notices me watching, she smirks knowingly.

“What’s your problem?” Abigail asks, glaring.

Legacy saunters past me naked, in no rush to cover her body. “You’re obvious, Abi.”

Abigail ties her hair back up and roots through her bag for clean clothes. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Time for what?” Legacy asks, watching me slide my cheer skirt down my thighs.

“You, being a bitch as usual! I’ll shower at home.” Abigail zips her bag, picks it up, and walks out.

I feel bad for her, but I’m too distracted by Legacy’s soft curves as she winks at me on her way to the shower. I shouldn’t follow her. Bennett and my father are waiting outside.

“You did awesome today!” Kiera tells me as I remove my sports bra and pull my panties down.

“Thanks!”

Legacy disappears into one of the stalls around the corner, and my feet carry me over like a moth to a flame. The others are too busy gossiping about the game to notice me sneak inside.

As I close the door and turn around, my breath catches in my throat: rivulets of soapy shampoo run down Legacy’s tanned back, over her ass, and past her thighs.

Unable to look away, I sink back against the stall door.

Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and her lips curve. She knew I would seek her out. When she slowly turns around and cranes her neck, my gaze falls to her swollen tits and rosy nipples visible through the foam on her chest. Her lips part as shower water pours down over her soft breasts, and her hands come up to palm her flesh.

Then she looks back at me, and my heart begins hammering wildly in my chest. I’m trapped in her gaze as she quirks a finger and beckons me to her. She’s a seductress, a snake charmer. Her brown hair lies plastered to her wet skin, calling out for my touch to brush the strands off her shoulder and for my lips to trace the sharp edge of her collarbone.

I grab her slim hip and slide my hand over her taut stomach, the underside of her breast. I cup one, feeling the weight in my hand. Her pink nipples are hard points that beg to be licked and teased, nibbled and tweaked.

As I swipe my thumb over the bud, her head falls back with a quiet moan. I pinch her nipple and roll it between my fingers, transfixed by the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

“On your knees,” she whispers, hand on my shoulder.

Guiding me down to the hard floor, she hikes her leg over my shoulder and slides her fingers through the wet strands of my hair. Shower water pours over me, soaking my skin and my lashes. I dart my tongue out and trace her slit, my hands on her waist, fingers digging into her hipbones.

A soft moan slips from my lips as her tangy and sweet taste explodes on my tongue. I’ve never been with a woman before, but now I’m a convert.

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