Page 27 of Beg for It

Maybe he actually is friends with Jamie and he’s showing his support. Or maybe they’re not just friends and Jamie’s pack is going to add a beta.

Over my dead fucking body.

Henley licks his lips, no doubt scheming something up with that wickedly wonderful mind of his.

“See you later Cam!” I hear Jamie shout.

My eyes snap over to find Jamie waving bye to Camden before following the team towards the locker room.

I stand there, waiting, watching as Camden moves with the crowd towards the exit.

On impulse, I move towards him, abandoning heading to the locker rooms and following after the little beta.

Clearly he needs another warning to step in line if he’s here, boldly supporting his friendship with Jamie. Is that part of his plan? Did his father send him here to try and steal our supplier out from under us by buddying up to him?

Dodging the people in the crowd, I see Camden stopping, his head swiveling around as he tries to search for the exit.

Turning slightly towards me, I see him scratch the back of his head, an anxious look on his face.

He chews on his lower lip, seeming to make a decision to avoid the crowd and head off to the left, away from everyone heading towards the exit.

Then I remember there's another way out, one the maintenance staff uses.

Grinning, I follow after him.

The sky is dark, but the stadium lights are bright. Only here the light doesn’t reach very well, casting shadows around us.

I feel like a hunter, stalking its prey as I creep closer and closer.

Camden looks around, sensing someone is watching. He doesn’t see me until it’s too late, the dark being the perfect cover.

Quickly, but quietly I catch up with him, grabbing him by the arm and shoving him up against the equipment shed. Pinning him in place with one hand pressed against his chest, I wrap the other around the column of his pretty throat.

He lets out a startled yelp, eyes widening in fear, making my cock grow hard, pressing against my football pants as he looks up at me. His pulse beats widely under my thumb, sending a thrill down my spine.

“Where do you think you're running off to?” I drop my head low, getting eye to eye with him.

He pants heavily, struggling to breathe as his eyes frantically flick between mine. My brows furrow at the look of pure terror in his eyes. Huh. I didn’t think he was that affected by us. Seeing how no matter how much we followed him, got in his way, he kept coming back to school.

But right now, he looks as guilty as someone can be.

My lip curls into a cruel grin as I lean in, brushing my lips against his ear. “I know your little secret Camden.” I whisper.

He reacts, a full body shiver wracking his body as he lets out the sweetest whimper that makes me moan as I pull back.

“Silly little boy thinks he can hide who he is. Don’t you know by now, that there’s nothing in this school we don’t know about.”

“I–I don’t know what you're talking about.” Camden chokes out.

My lip peels back as his lie fuels my anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me.” I growl, fisting him by the shirt as I push him harder into the wall. “You think you can play dumb, make fools out of us? You must have a death wish.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He insists frantically. “I didn’t. Please, please let me go.”

I step closer to him, my lower half pressing against his and I pause, feeling a very hard bulge in his pants.

My eyes lower, blinking in surprise for a moment before rising back up to meet his and chuckling.

“You want me to stop, huh?” I ask in amusement. “Sure doesn’t feel like you do.” I taunt, rolling my hips, grinding my cock against his.