Page 89 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

Breck just stood there, bristling from head to toe. All that pounding had flooded his system with even more adrenaline.

Kai regarded him carefully. “I presume you want to come in.” He stepped to the side and gestured for Breck to enter.

Breck yanked his hood off and stalked past the check-in counter. It felt like another lifetime since he’s been in this place. Muscles tight, he peered around the enclosure, the only illumination that of moonlight spearing in through the large arched windows.

Kai reached for the light switch.

“No. Keep ’em off.” No passersby needed to witness their impending exchange.

“Okay.” Kai dropped his hand and headed over.

Despite his fury, Breck drank him in. All sexy in those track pants and that snug long-sleeved tee. And just like that, a part of him wanted Kai like he had that fateful day, sprawled out on the mat. Ugh! Not now, idiot brain!

Kai joined him, coming to a stop just a few feet away.

Of their own volition, Breck’s lungs inhaled slow and deep. Fuck him sideways, Kai smelled as good as he looked. Breck started to salivate, which only made him that much madder. Fisting his hands, he willed himself to focus. “I told you not to go to the game.”

Kai crossed his arms and inclined his head. “Yes. You did.”

Breck glared at him. “But you still fucking went.”

“Never said that I wouldn’t.”

Breck seethed. That fucking dick.

Such nonchalance could have cost him the game!

His ire spiked, his ego demanding retribution. He gave Kai a shove. “So, what, you did it out of fuckin’ spite?”

Kai stumbled back but quickly steadied himself, then shot Breck a look. “Do not do that again.”

“Answer my question!”

“Of course, it wasn’t out of spite. I’d already bought my ticket when you’d made your little demand.”

Breck ground his teeth.

Kai frowned. “You’re drunk.”

“So fucking what.” Breck scowled indignantly. A couple of beers didn’t invalidate his reason for being angry.

“So, if you want to have a conversation with me, come back when you’re sober.”

“Fuck sober!” Breck shouted. The fucking nerve of him! “I wanna talk now!”

“You’re not talking, you’re shouting.”

“Because I’m pissed!”

“Over me coming to your game?”

“Yes! When I explicitly told you not to!”

Kai chuckled tightly. “Yeah, well, news flash, your highness. Unlike all your little worshipers, I don’t take orders from you. I’m part of this community. Teach the students of this campus every day. If I want to go to a basketball game, then I’m damn well going to go. I’ve got just as much right to be there as anyone else in this town.”

He did. Breck knew he did. But damn it, he was just too fucking angry to see reason. “You don’t even like basketball,” he ground out, fists clenching at his sides.

Kai re-crossed his arms and gave a shrug. “Tastes change.”

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