Page 114 of The Revenge You Seek

Bring it fucking on, QB1.

I'd love nothing more than to fuck up your arm and screw up your fucking season.

I knew suggesting she stayed was a fucking mistake but the sex and the sheer number of orgasms affected my brain and for some reason, I thought it was a good idea.

Then I woke up this morning with a raging hard-on and craving another round before training to find I was alone.

She fucking bolted in the middle of the night while I was passed out next to her.

That is not fucking cool.

I fucking rescued her when no one else could come to her aid and she just fucks off the second I close my eyes.

I have no idea if she even fell asleep or just bolted the second I started snoring.

I shouldn't care.

I fucking hate her.

But fuck. I want inside her again.

"For someone who clearly got laid last night, you're in a bitch of a mood, Legend," Luca mocks, his eyes dropping to the scratch marks down my cheek and neck.

I don't even remember at what point she clawed at me like a fucking cat but hell if it didn't make me hard looking at the marks she left on my body this morning.

I can only imagine how she looks.

A smirk curls at my lips.

I can't fucking wait to look in her eyes and demand to know why she left.

It certainly wasn't because she didn't fucking enjoy herself.

"Jealous, Dunn?" I ask with a smirk.

"Fuck you, I don't want your cheap little whores."

"You sure about that?" I take a step forward, getting right in his face. "She was fucking wild, man. I guess you wouldn't be able to handle her."

"Fuck you," he spits, getting so close his chest almost brushes mine.

"Dunn, stand down," the quarterback coach calls when he spots us about to get into it.

Luca holds my eyes for two more seconds before he shakes his head and takes a step back.

"You're fucking lucky I need you."

I laugh at him.

"You're a fucking pussy, Dunn."

He flips me off and trails after the coach, leaving me to shower and dress without the threat of taking him down.

I crack my knuckles as I head for the shower.

"You need to stop baiting him," a voice says from behind me.

"Oh yeah. Why am I not surprised you think that?" I ask, turning on the other Dunn twin.