Page 136 of Wicked Games (Fallen Royals 2)

“You can’t keep me out.” He darts forward and kisses my neck. “I wonder who will notice your face when you come on my hand?”

He rubs my clit through my leggings and panties. I bite back a groan, already strung out on a wire from feeling his erection and standing up to him. It was an unexpected high. And now, it’s too much.

I turn my face into his neck. “You’re wicked.”

“It’s your game,” he says into my hair. “Will you scream my name?”

I grit my teeth and shift, trying to get some relief. He’s driving me wild. Every inch of me is focused on the drag of his finger on the most sensitive part of me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder.

“Stop,” I moan, but I don’t move to push him away.

I’ve gone insane.

He reaches higher, to my waistband. I angle toward him, trying to shield myself. My coat is doing a pretty good job, but even then…

His hand slips into my panties, and the feel of his fingers on my skin almost undoes me. Two fingers thrust into me, and I yelp, burying my face back in his neck. I expect him to laugh, but he’s silent, moving faster.

Something good happens on the field, because students below us surge to their feet. We alone remain sitting as the crowd goes crazy.

“Scream,” he says, teeth on my earlobe.

The orgasm rips out of me, and I do scream into his shoulder, the noise getting carried away by the cheering. He pulls his hand out of my pants, straightens my jacket for me, and waits.

The crowd settles.

My heart seems to be bursting out of my chest, and then it goes quiet, too.

And shame trickles in. Burning embarrassment follows it.

Holy shit, I just had an orgasm on the bleachers at a fucking football game. Surrounded by students. The last time he fingered me in public, someone captured it on video and sent it out to everyone.

And our best friends are right in front of us.

As if on cue, Riley asks, “Is she okay?”

“Fine,” Caleb says, shifting me closer to him. “Just overwhelmed.”

“Margo?”

“Yep,” I say into his chest. “Peachy.”

“Peachy,” she echoes. “Um, okay.”

Caleb’s chuckle rumbles in his chest. He doesn’t force me to come out of hiding until my face has stopped flaming. I try to come to grips with my anger, letting my hair fall in front of my face.

When I pick up my head, Caleb turns his attention away from the game and toward me. “A state championship we’ll never forget.”

I stare at him, shocked. A laugh bubbles out of me, and I clamp my hand over my mouth. It doesn’t stop the giggles. I thought I was the insane one—turns out, we both are.

34

Caleb

We won. We’re on the field with the football team and their fans, jumping and cheering.

Well, not all of us are cheering.

Eli and I spot Theo a moment before Liam does.

---