Page 16 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)
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DREW
T he scoreboard glared down at me. An ugly reminder of how far behind we lagged. Their team had smashed ours throughout the game, and the whistle hadn’t even sounded for half-time. Sweat poured down my back, my knees stained grass-green as I pushed off the dirt.
Jake played like a demon, shining despite the absolute roasting our team was getting. Charging at players, spinning out of tackles, nursing the ball like it belonged to him. He surged forward, shoulders lowered and eyes blazing with a reckless hunger I’d only ever seen when he was on the pitch.
Playing like a man possessed.
Had his session with Sarah amped him up? It had been months since I’d seen him so teeming with red-blooded vigour.
And me? I was playing like a fucking ghost. So inefficient that I may as well not have been there.
The previous night had wound him tighter, yet it had unravelled me. He went to bed sated, while I lay in mine stewing about what to do, her taste still filling my mouth and my dick straining.
Every time I bent into a ruck or set for the scrum, my head wasn’t in the game. It was beneath Drew’s fucking bed. In the way Sarah moaned as I teased her sweet cunt. The heat between her thighs, the salt of her sweat, the way she’d submitted to my kiss with her whole being.
I took a hard hit from my left the moment I caught the ball, air leaving my chest in one burning puff. Laying there, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Both of them.
The fact I’d lost sight of her ruination for a moment. That my hate had slipped while I was drenched by her orgasm.
Hate .
God, I’d believed that was all it was. Jealousy, because she had Jake. Like she had been an obstacle to my happiness as long as she’d been in his life.
But the throb in my chest didn’t feel like hate.
Not just hate.
It felt like hunger. Like maybe the taste of her hadn’t just been about control. Maybe it was about wanting her. Craving her in the same mind-altering way I craved Jake.
‘Drew!’ Jake’s voice cut through the haze.
The crunch of boots on turf came before the thud of his hand, hauling me back to my feet. He was grinning, mud smeared across his face.
‘Come on, we can pull this back.’
I swallowed hard, shaking the dirt from my head.
The game raged on around us. Shouts, whistles, the clash of bodies. Jake ran off, straight into the storm, and I forced my legs to follow, though my thoughts stayed tangled in the previous night.
Sarah’s taste on my tongue.
Jake’s moans making my dick throb.
And the worst part? I wanted more.