Page 6 of Hate the Game (Playing Dirty #1)

***Ryder***

Iwaited outside of the suite I shared with Cole and Jax to see where Savannah Lane went.

I had a bad feeling I already knew where she’d go when she left the shower.

What I didn’t know was who the fuck she really was.

I would’ve sworn I had her pegged. She was some nepo baby who got the elite job with Varsity Ledger through anything other than intelligence and potential.

Or maybe she’d slept her way into the position.

I knew she hadn’t earned it, though. I’d watched her flirt and tease the rest of the team for weeks.

She had a Football for Dummies book for fuck’s sake.

It’d been easy to write her off, even though her curvy body and thick, dark red hair made my cock ache. I was a big guy and I loved a woman with some meat on her bones. I wanted hips to grip onto while I-

“Fuck.” I stared down at my dick and cursed the day Savannah Lane ever crossed my path. I was hard more often than not those days.

Since I had no desire to show the infuriating woman the tent in my towel I gave up on watching her and went to my room.

I locked the door and then leaned against it.

The same way I had since the first time I saw her I reached down and gripped my cock hard, too hard.

The punishing grip never got things under control, though.

Nothing helped the ache in my balls, nothing but jacking off to filthy images of the woman who’d just cursed me out.

Dropping my head back against the door, I closed my eyes and replayed the scene in the shower.

I’d always pictured her as docile and vacant in my fantasies, imagining the woman who just smiled and giggled as a dud in the sack.

It still never killed the need to come on her pretty face.

That night, though, the images shifted. I didn’t understand the personality shift I’d just witnessed but the new version of Savannah had my cock leaking before the first stroke.

The way her big green eyes had narrowed and darkened, the way her eyebrows turned sharp, even the way her cheeks turned red with her anger, it was all like fuel being thrown on the already raging fire in my veins.

She was anything but docile as she called me an asshole and shook like she wanted to deck me in the face.

Her voice had gone huskier, more mature, and it was so fucking hot, even if she’d used it to rip into me.

Even the way she’d threatened to rip my dick off filtered its way into my brain and turned into something sexy.

I imagined that same fire demanding that I fuck her, or get on my knees and eat her sweet pussy.

I imagined how that fire would burn if I smacked her ass and fucked her rough and dirty.

How would she react if I slipped my thumb in her ass and yanked her hair?

I stroked my dick hard, picturing that angry mouth wrapped around it. Getting that version of Savannah on her knees would be a feat, something to be fucking proud of. I wanted that. I wanted her to hate me enough to call me an asshole but want me enough to get on her knees and choke on my cock.

Would she use her teeth to punish me? Would she let me tie her up and leave her tied to my bed so I could come back from class or practice and get rid back to fucking her slick body? How would she react if I covered her in my come?

Chest heaving, I stroked myself faster. I pictured her tits wrapped around my cock, mouth open with her little tongue flicking out to lick me with each stroke. Those eyes would remain on mine, glowing with a mixture of anger and need.

I could hear her husky voice strained with need and even more of that anger she reserved just for me taunting me. “Eat me, soldier boy.”

After seeing her snap there wasn’t a chance of me ever pretending she’d be a dead fish in bed again. It was my only line of defense and it was dead in the water because there wasn’t a chance in hell that Savannah wouldn’t fuck like her life depended on it.

The nagging thought of her fucking someone else like that pricked the back of my brain and filled me with a rage I couldn’t understand or control.

I fucked my fist harder, growling louder than I meant to.

I couldn’t stop it. The desire to mark her with my come was overpowering.

My fucking brain told me to find her and to not stop until she was leaking my come from every single inch of her body.

It sent me over the edge. I shouted as I came harder than I ever had and shot come up my stomach and chest. My knees buckled and I sank to the ground, fist still milking my cock of every last drop.

I waited for the self-disgust to hit like it did every other time but it didn’t come. It seemed like Savannah’s anger had cured me of feeling sick at being attracted to her. My brain was finally on the same page as my body. Savannah Lane was hot. She was fucking brain melting.

I cleaned myself up and climbed into bed with my lungs still struggling to recover from that workout.

Staring at the ceiling, I replayed her outburst again and again.

Just before I fell asleep, exhausted from doing my best to fuck her through my imagination, I thought of the last thing she’d said and wondered what the fuck the putrid scent of bastard smelled like.