Page 63 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

“And for the home team.” The announcer begins. “Leading their season undefeated, with four wins, it’s The Haven Grace Warriors!”

As we run out to the shouts and applause, the cheer team is lined up on either side and waving their pom-poms. I hold my helmet in my hand as I jog past Savannah, sending her a quick wink and loving the way she blushes. Her eyes roll playfully, and all I can think about is stripping her out of that uniform.

The game is intense. Our defense is incredible, but our offense isn’t playing the way we should be. Feeling exhausted, I sit down on the bench and pull off my helmet to take a drink. I’m watching the other team come close to getting a touchdown when the mascot comes over and hands me a piece of paper. I thank him hesitantly before opening it.

Win this game and I’ll make it worth your while.

- S

Glancing behind me, she winks and bites her lip in a way that renews all my energy. I stand up and put my helmet back on my head, running onto the field as soon as they miss the field goal. Talk about motivation.

WE ALL WALK INTO the diner, with Carter and Jace singing “We Are the Champions,” even though it was a regular season game. I’m almost positive they were drinking on the way here, but it’s none of my business. After we fill most of the tables, the waitress comes over and congratulates us on the win. Only five more games until we face off against NHH, and fuck if I’m not ready for it.

Savannah sits in the booth across from me, still sporting the uniform I haven’t gotten a chance to fuck her in yet. Hopefully, that’ll change tonight. During every game, I’ve had a difficult time keeping my eyes on the field, but this one was so much worse.

Over the past couple of weeks, Savannah and I have spent every free moment we have with each other. Stolen moments in empty hallways and sneaking away to guest rooms at parties, we’re both as greedy as the other—taking everything there is to give and then some. I’ve been waiting for the sexual chemistry between us to cool off, but it’s only burned hotter. At this point, I don’t know if things will ever calm down.

We’re halfway through our meals when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and smir

k at the name.

Savannah: I want you so bad I can barely sit still.

I damn near choke on my milkshake. Taking out my wallet, I throw some cash down on the table and stand up.

“All right, I’m out of here.”

“You’re leaving already?” Carter slurs.

I nod. “Unlike you assholes, I played hard tonight.” I focus my attention on Savannah. “Sav, you need a ride home?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks,” she plays along.

They eye us suspiciously as we say our goodbyes and head out the door, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing I’m focused on is getting Savannah on my cock. We get into my car, and I’m so sexually strung out that I fumble with the keys. Sav chuckles and runs her fingers through her hair.

I pull out of the parking lot and get about halfway to my house when she puts her hand on my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans. I growl and try to keep my eyes on the road, but I don’t have much self-control when it comes to her.

“You keep doing that, and I’m going to pull this car over and fuck you right here.”

She bites her lip and leans over the center console to nip at my earlobe. “What if that’s exactly what I want you to do?”

And just like that, I’m swerving onto the shoulder and gripping her skirt-covered hips as she rides me in the driver’s seat.

“GRAYSON?” MY MOTHER CALLS from downstairs. I hop off my bed before sliding down the banister. When I reach the bottom, my mom stands in the doorway of the kitchen with a big smile on her face.

“What?” I ask.

She shakes her head and reins it in. “Nothing, can you run to the store for me? I’m about to start making dinner, but we need milk.”

I nod. “Let me just go grab my keys and my phone.”

There are probably about five stores closer that have what I need, but I drive right past them. Savannah is at the dance studio, and having an excuse to go into town, I’m definitely taking advantage of it.

I pull up in front of the familiar building and automatically spot her through the window. She moves her body with such skill that even people walking by stop to watch for a minute, but she remains unfazed. It’s not a dance routine I recognize, and I’ve seen a lot in the past couple months. It can only mean one thing—she’s improvising.

For the first time, I go inside to get a better view. She’s so wrapped up in the sound of Camilla Cabello booming through the room that she doesn’t even notice I’m here. She spins around and bends in ways that would probably break me if I tried. It’s mesmerizing to watch her, enchanting and beautiful how she completes every move with an unmatched perfection.

On one particular turn, I slot myself in front of her. Dancing may not be my specialty, but she takes the lead in ways that make it easy for me. She drags her hand across my body as she walks around me, leaving a lingering burn everywhere she touches. I spin to face her and lift her by the waist. Her legs go around my waist and I press her up against the wall, not giving a flying fuck about the potential for an audience. My hand finds the back of her neck, and I pull her into me, crashing our lips together.

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