Page 37 of The Rule Breaker (Colton U Playbook #1)

“Yeah, but the guys will want to go out whether you win or lose.”

I press my lips together. She’s got a point.

“Either way, I think I’d rather stay in with a certain girl,” I tease, my eyes glinting.

Her eyes light up and a smile curls onto her lips, but it falters a little as she tilts her head, something flickering behind her gaze. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with them? Get laid? Find some easy pussy?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Austin’s an idiot.”

She raises a brow. “You didn’t answer the question.”

I pause, my stomach sinking. Is that what she really thinks? That I’d ditch her to go hook up with some random girl?

Without thinking, I lean in a little closer, my grip on her hand tightening. “You know damn well the only girl I want is sitting right here.”

She exhales, shaky and soft, and fuck, it sends a jolt straight through me. Her gaze doesn’t waver. Her lips curve into a smirk that could ruin me.

“Yeah?” she says.

I nod, thumb gliding over her skin. “Yeah.”

I want to kiss her.

But we both know we can’t.

Holding her hand under the radar is one thing. Kissing her? That’s a whole different level of reckless.

Still. That doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

I glance around the bus again. The guys are still distracted, talking over each other, and Coach is too busy with Austin to notice anything else.

I shift slightly, angling my body toward her. “Spread your legs.”

Her breath catches, and she turns toward me, eyes wide and startled. “Ryan?—”

I squeeze her thigh, my fingers pressing into the soft fabric of her leggings. “Quiet, baby,” I whisper, and she swallows hard, glancing around to make sure no one is watching. Despite her hesitation, she slowly spreads her legs for me.

A smirk tugs at my lips. “Such a good girl for me.”

I feel her exhale sharply, low, but just enough for me to hear how I’m affecting her.

I drag my hand up her thigh, slowly, my fingers brushing over the waistband of her leggings, then slip beneath the fabric to trace the delicate lace of her panties. She flinches slightly, and I tighten my grip on her leg. “Shh, baby,” I whisper against her ear. “You need to be quiet.”

Her fingers dig into my arm. “You’re insane,” she whispers.

I chuckle. “And yet, you’re not stopping me.” Her breathing becomes shallow as I slide my fingers lower, pressing against the heat beneath the lace.

“You’re soaked,” I say with a cocky grin.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her breathing uneven. “You’re the worst,” she whispers, half-teasing, half-surrendering.

I dip a finger inside her, my cock twitching in my pants when a low moan leaves her lips. “Am I?”

She doesn’t answer, her body does all the talking, shifting toward my touch as if she can’t help herself.

I smirk. “You like getting fingered on the team bus, don’t you?”

A tiny, muffled sound escapes her—a mix of a whimper and a soft curse. I curl my finger further, teasing just enough to make her squirm. “That’s it,” I whisper. “Be good for me. Stay quiet and I’ll give you what you want.”

Her entire body shudders under my touch as I press my thumb against her clit, drawing slow, lazy circles. Her breath stutters, and I know she’s fighting to hold back a sound.

I slide another finger inside her, curling it just right to make her thighs tremble. “Fuck,” I breathe out. “You’re gripping me so tight.”

I move my fingers faster, my other hand steadying her by gripping her thigh, keeping her perfectly open for me. I can feel how close she is. Every part of her is trembling, her fingers clutching my arm like she’s holding on for dear life.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I murmur, “Come for me, baby.”

Her eyes squeeze shut. She bites her lip hard, and falls apart, silently—or as quietly as she can. Slow, soft moans leave her lips, and she presses her hand over her mouth, to stifle her moans.

Her body goes limp beside mine, breathing heavy, her skin flushed.

I can’t help but grin as I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, which earns a wide-eyed look from her.

I groan as her sweet taste covers my tongue. “Fuck, I can’t wait for tonight.”

She narrows her eyes slightly, her lips curling into a sly smile. “What’s happening tonight, exactly?”

I chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going to let me fuck you properly after we win,” I tease.

“Am I?” she asks.

My leg’s still pressed against hers. My dick’s half-hard and throbbing in my jeans, aching with everything we didn’t get to do. I can still taste her on my tongue.

I lean in, my gaze flicking to her lips, but before I can reply, Coach’s voice roars from the front of the bus.

“Jesus Christ, Rhodes.”

We freeze.

Isabella’s eyes go wide, her smile vanishing as she whips her head toward the front, my heart pounding as Coach stomps down the aisle.

When he reaches us, he drops into the empty seat beside us. “That kid is fucking killing me,” he grumbles.

I swallow hard, my jaw tight as I try to look anywhere but at Coach.

The tension’s thick enough to choke on. I glance at Isabella.

Her lips are pressed into a firm line, her posture a little too stiff, like she’s trying not to twitch.

The nervous energy is radiating off her, and I feel it in my bones.

Fucking hell. That was way too close.