Page 59 of The Rivals' Touch

I glance over at Brenda’s lunch table as Jacob moves my hair from my shoulder. What wouldn’t I do to sit with her right now? But as usual, I was summoned when I entered the cafeteria.

“I like your jeans shorts,” he smiles, grabbing the back of my neck a little too hard.

“What a shame. I’ll make sure to wear pants tomorrow.”

Zayd chuckles next to me and stabs at his pasta with his fork.

“It’s game day tomorrow, and we expect you to wear your cheer uniform,” Jacob tells me, squeezing my bare thigh.

I deliberately let a piece of pasta fall off the fork and onto his shirt. “Is that so?”

His jaw hardens, and he tightens his grip on my neck, his fingers digging in. “Pick that up!”

I wince. “Fine.”

He eases up and snaps his teeth at me. Then he smirks and eats the pasta off the fork. Meanwhile, Legacy’s eyes burn a hole in my back. This whole situation is confusing, and I can’t make sense of how I feel toward them all.

“She’s not that fucking special,” she jeers at Jacob when he slides his fingers into my hair.

He looks at her over my shoulder. “Jealous? I have plenty of cock to go around.”

She snorts and flicks her hair. “In your dreams!”

“Your loss,” he replies, bringing his attention to my face. His gaze flicks between my eyes and lips. “I have all the pussy I need right here!”

I bare my teeth, making him laugh, and he arches my neck and bites down hard on my sensitive skin. I wriggle on his lap as pain sears through me; pain and something else, something warm and tingling.

“Are you guys going to the party this weekend?” their teammate asks.

Zayd finishes chewing before he replies, “That’s the plan.” He nudges Jacob, who stops lapping at the sting with his tongue.

“What?”

“Focus, you dipshit!”

Squeezing my waist with his big hands, Jacob laughs. “I’m a bit busy here!” To me, he says, “Are you hungry, babe?”

As a matter of fact, I am. I haven’t had lunch yet because they required me to hand feed them like big babies.

“Let’s go somewhere more private so I can feed you my cock.”

Legacy snorts, arms crossed. “You’re disgusting!”

He gives her a quizzical look. “You’re feisty today. What’s gotten into you?”

I try to glance at her over my shoulder, but Jacob’s hand shoots up and grabs my jaw. He holds me in place and says to Legacy, “Do you want a piece of the Hedgewood whore too?

I slap his face. How dare he talk about me like that?

His deep chuckle rumbles against my chest. “Jesus fuck, you’re like an alley cat!”

Zayd winks at me and takes a bite of his sandwich. I try to slap Jacob again, but he grabs my wrist midair.

“I don’t fucking think so, princess!”

“This is getting boring,” Legacy mutters behind me. “You do the same shit to her every day. Are you going to spice it up?”

Jacob smirks. “Do you have anything in mind?”

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