Page 68 of The Rivals' Touch

Cum seeps out of me, sticky on my thighs. I bend down to retrieve my panties and jeans.

On his way past, he smacks my ass, making me yelp. He throws himself down on top of the sheets and puts his arm behind his head. “Thanks, babe.”

I duck my head so he can’t see the unbidden tears in my eyes. I don’t even know why I’m crying. I wanted it, so what’s the problem? Why this pang in my chest?

I cheated on him…

“How do you feel about cheering today?”

I shrug as I stick my foot through the leg of my jeans and pull them up. “I don’t want to cheer for Aycliffe, but I don’t have a choice.”

Bennett picks up the remote control from the bedside table and switches on the TV. “So tell your dad you don’t want to do it.”

It’s so easy for him to say. “I can’t.” When he gives me a look, I add, “He won’t let me!”

Bennett returns his attention to the TV, and I fidget, unsure what’s causing this unease. I’ve been with Bennett for two years, but now I don’t know how to behave around him.

His eyes flick to me briefly. “Thank fuck your dad got you a TV. I don’t know how you managed a week without one.”

When I don’t move, he frowns. “Aren’t you going to lie down next to me?”

I tuck my blonde hair behind my ears. “Yeah, sure.”

The silk bedspread creases beneath my hands as I climb on the bed and cuddle up next to him. I’m stiff and uncomfortable. Can he sense the shift between us, or is it all in my head?

“Have you watched this movie?” he asks.

“No.”

Jackie Chan is doing his famous kung-fu moves. I tune out as I run my fingers over his black t-shirt.

His body shakes when he laughs.

“Bennett?” I ask, propping my chin on his chest, and he drags his eyes away from the screen. “Yeah?”

“Hi.”

He looks confused. “Hi?”

Something catches his eyes, and he fingers my dog tag. “What’s this?”

My heart jolts in my chest, and I scramble off the bed. “My dad gave it to me. Do you want a drink?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, saying, “I’ll get you a glass of orange juice.” Then I’m gone, tearing off the dog tag as I jog down the stairs. That was a close call!

The kitchen is empty at this time of day. My father is in his office, and Ariana is wherever doing whatever – probably ordering me twenty more cheer uniforms in case an asteroid strikes the house.

I pocket the necklace and open the fridge just as Zayd bursts into the kitchen. He’s livid.

“You fucked him!”

I grab the orange juice and reply, “He’s my boyfriend, Zayd. Of course, I fucked him!”

Zayd slams the fridge door shut and traps me against it. “Do you want me to go upstairs and show him the video? I’m sure he would love to watch you suck my dick!”

Anger boils to the surface, setting my nerve endings on fire. I smack his cheek, and he slaps me right back. His lips crash against mine, stealing my breath. “You’re mine, Remi!”

My clit throbs. I need more.

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