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My stomach drops.

His thumb brushes my swollen lips, his voice turning mockingly sweet. “Wouldn’t want everyone seeing what a needy little puck bunny you are, would you?”

Rage and humiliation burn through me, my body trembling. “Fuck you.”

Caleb only laughs, stepping back like I don’t matter. Like I’m nothing.

“I just did,” he drawls. “And all you did was hump my shoe, you needy slut.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me desperate. Shattered.

Ruined.

Again.

Chapter 18

I shouldn’t have touched her.

Should’ve never went to her house. Should’ve thought about the bigger picture, about what I need to do to fix this mess with the team, with her father, with my future.

But all I can think about is her. The way she looked at me, full of defiance and something else. The way her body betrayed her. The way she smelled.

Fuck.

I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles crack. My other hand still carries the scent of her, soaked into my skin. I bring my fingers to my nose, inhale deep, and my cock jerks in my jeans. Hard again.

Jesus Christ.

I should be calling Coach Jacobs. Should be strategizing, making sure I don’t piss off my old man any more than I alreadyhave. Instead, I shove my seat back, undo my belt, and palm my aching dick.

The second I wrap my fingers around it, I groan. How am I so hard already?My jaw clenches so hard it aches. My hand is still slick with her, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

She fucking did this to me.

Spit in my palm. Fist tight. Stroke rough.

I imagine her mouth, her perfect fucking lips, the way she gasped when I pressed my knee between her thighs. The way her hips chased the pressure before she realized what she was doing.

She liked it.

I know she did.

I squeeze tighter, pumping fast, punishing. My chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, heat pooling low, unbearable. My grip isn’t enough. My hand isn’t her. But I picture her on her back, spreading eagle for me, eyes flashing with anger and something darker, something she’s too stubborn to admit.

I picture ruining her, fucking off her virginity.

My head falls back against the seat. Muscles tense. Pleasure coils sharp and hot at the base of my spine. I drag my thumb over the head, teasing, torturing.

The second I let go, I let go completely.

A sharp growl rips from my throat as I come, vision hazy, mind blank except for her.

Not even Maya anymore.

Buther.

I clean up with the first thing I can find, some crumpled napkins from the console, and toss them onto the passenger seat. I’ll deal with that later. I’m at least relieved that my cock piercing is fully healed and easy to clean. I let out a deep breath. Right now, I need to get my head straight.