Page 92 of Tamed (The Courtside King Duology 1)

“I’m coherent.”

“You can barely stand.”

“Bullshit.” Breck laughed and went for his mouth again. “Stop being difficult.”

“I’m not being difficult.” Kai dodged his lips. “I’m being an adult.”

Breck pulled back and glared. “And I’m fucking not?”

Kai eased him away. “Not five minutes ago you punched me in the face.”

“You pissed me off.”

“I know I did.”

“So now we’ve made up.”

“Yeah, no, we haven’t.”

“Fine.” Breck went for his mouth again. “So, let’s have angry sex then. I heard it’s amazing.”

Kai tamped a humorless laugh and pushed him back. “Go home.”

Breck stared at him, heart racing. The hell? After what just happened, Kai was turning him away? He’d never experienced such a passionate kiss—and knew for a fact that Kai was rock fucking hard. He didn’t understand.

“Go home, Breck,” Kai repeated softly.

And just like that, rejection nailed him like a punch to the chest. Humiliated and hurt yet again by this impossible man.

Breck stepped back, putting more distance between them, his insides feeling raw and off axis for the millionth fucking time.

Kai eased off the wall and thumbed his lip a second time. Breck’s punch would leave a mark. Good. He fucking deserved it.

“Don’t come to another game,” Breck rasped.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

And didn’t those four words feel like another hit to his heart. Kai’s acquiescence should have been a relief, but instead, all it did was make Breck feel miserable and dejected.

Fresh anger surged like some instinctive defense, devising all the reasons why he should be bitter instead of sad. Kai’d just been playing him like he always did. Acting like he wanted Breck, only to slam the door in his face.

Grinding his molars, Breck shook his head. He’d fallen for that motherfucker’s games yet again. Chest aching, he leveled Kai with a glower, then turned and walked out the door.

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