Page 69 of The Rivals' Touch

Zayd fists my hair and pulls on the strands, baring my neck. He dives down and sucks on my sensitive skin, growling, “You smell of him.” Shoving my t-shirt up, he squeezes my breasts through my bra. He’s not gentle, but that’s good. I want his anger.

“Zayd,” I moan, arching into his touch. With him, I have no self-control.

“Good girl,” he whispers, tugging down the cup, palming my naked tit. “Say my name.”

“Zayd!”

His brown eyes blaze as he grabs my jaw and threatens, “Fuck him again, and I’ll kill him! Understood?”

I’m too horny to think straight. “Then you better kill him now because I plan on fucking his brains out after the game!”

He hits the fridge behind me. Then he spins me around, presses me up against the cool surface, and pulls my hair. “Shut your mouth!”

“What are you going to do, Zayd?” I taunt, arching my ass into him as he snakes his hand around my front to cup my sex.

“I’ll destroy him!”

He begins rubbing me through my jeans, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and release a soft moan.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you forget all about Bennett!”

“Promises, promises.”

“Zayd?” Ariana calls out.

He pushes off me and walks up to the counter just as his mom joins us in the kitchen.

“There you are! Have you packed what you need?”

Zayd reaches up in the cupboard for a glass. He hands me one before pouring himself a glass of water from the tap. “Yeah. Everything is packed.”

“Are you okay, Remi?” Ariana asks me, scanning her eyes over my tangled hair.

I fight the urge to pat it down. “Yeah, I was getting a glass of orange juice for Bennett.” I tip the glass to Zayd. “Thanks for getting it down for me.”

He grinds his jaw as he looks at me over his shoulder. His mom is oblivious to the tension in the room and that her son is hiding his erection against the counter. “No problem.”

I hurry back upstairs with the carton of orange juice and the empty glass before Zayd’s dick calms down enough for him to rush after me.

Bennett is still on my bed, watching the movie. When I close the door, he looks up at me. “You took a while.”

I pad over to the bed and pour orange juice into the glass. “I stopped to talk to Ariana.”

He accepts the drink when I hand it to him, watching me place the carton on the nightstand. “Something is up.”

This is the moment to tell him the truth. He deserves to hear it from me, but the words won’t come. “I don’t want to cheer for Aycliffe. I feel like I’ll let Hedgewood down.” I meet his blue eyes. “And you.”

He pats the space next to him. “Come here.”

I crawl over to him and rest my head on his chest; his heart beats steadily. Can he feel the change in the air too? Not that long ago, he was all I could see, but now I don’t know where my heart is at? All I know is that my world has been turned upside down.

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