Page 22 of The Rivals' Touch

Zayd is confused. He turns to Legacy. “Why isn’t she cheering?”

Legacy’s cheeks blaze bright red. “I’m not letting her cheer on my team. She sucks!”

Zayd’s disbelieving laughter makes my lips twitch. They might hate me, but we all know I don’t suck at cheerleading. “She’s cheering!”

“Zayd!” Legacy whines, following him as he walks over to me with the basketball tucked under his arm. “What does it matter?”

He grasps my arm and pulls me to my feet as though I weigh nothing.

I try to bat him off.

“It matters for a couple of reasons. Firstly, she has my number on her back, and it’s been a sexual fantasy of mine for a long time now to watch her cheer for me and not that idiot, Bennett. Secondly, she was their cheer captain. Think of the betrayal they’ll feel when they see her cheer for us. What better way to strike our main rivals than that?”

I punch him in the arm. “Get off me, you jerk!”

He ignores me. “I can’t fucking wait to watch Bennett and Alex at the next game.”

Legacy huffs as Zayd dumps me in the middle of the girls.

“Now, cheer!” he orders and plants his feet, arms crossed.

What? Here? They’re all staring at me.“You want me to cheer for you while you stand there and watch?” The sun beats down on us. I try my fucking hardest not to look at his straining biceps and the thin layer of sweat coating his skin.

“I’m waiting.”

I peer at the girls uncertainly, then do jazz hands. “Yay, go, Zayd!” My voice drips with sarcasm.

Legacy rolls her eyes. “She’s useless!”

Zayd’s eyes are on my bare thighs. He wets his lips and meets my gaze. “Trust me; I’ll get you to cheer. Just you wait.”

My smile melts butter. “I would love to see you try,brother.”

His smirk turns sinful. He takes his phone and snaps a picture before I can protest. “When you wave your pom poms, say something about how good-looking and fantastic I am.”

I step closer. “I would rather claw out my own eyeballs!”

His hand lands on my waist and flames spread from him to me. I try not to wince. “I’ll let you have today to play your little power games. Get it out of your system. When I come to watch you tomorrow, you better cheer with enough enthusiasm to make me imagine you doing the splits in my bed while I give you a good dicking.”

Liquid heat shoots straight to my core, and I freeze. “You’re disgusting!”

He slides his hand over my back and down my ass, cupping it. “So, stop me.”

Legacy laughs next to me. “She’s a fucking prude, Zayd.”

My clit throbs as I slap his cheek and hiss, “Don’t ever touch me again!”

His eyes follow me when I storm off toward the changing room in a rage.

My hand tingles from the impact.

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