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Fine. Just please let me finish my paper after?

Cole

If you're good, maybe.

Eva

Fuck you both.

Tristan

Exactly.

Cole

That’s my good girl.

39

COLE

Coach’s whistlecalled practice to an end. “Game day tomorrow,” he reminded everyone. “Keep your sleep, your nutrition, and your schedule dialed in. Call time is two hours before the game.”

Eva disappeared into Dr. Parker’s office and didn’t come out for too fucking long. I was tired, my muscles were sore, and all I wanted to do was bend the sweetest piece of ass I’d ever had over the end of my bed. I wanted to fuck her then collapse into exhausted oblivion.

By the time Eva and the doctor walked out, I was fighting back yawns. Dr. Parker locked the door behind them, looked me up and down, then at Eva, and shook her head. I could have sworn she muttered “young love” under her breath, but I couldn’t hear clearly.

“See you tomorrow, Dr. Parker,” Eva said, stopping beside me, and my exhaustion disappeared. I needed Eva, and I needed her now. Heedless of our potential audience, I yanked her head back by her glorious red hair and devoured her, slanting my lips against hers and invading her mouth with my tongue.

Our tongues twined together, and she melted against me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard her heavy tote hit the ground before her hands crawled up my back to tangle in my hair. Her soft body pressed against mine, and I needed more. Closer.

Fuck.

Eva moaned, and I slid one hand down to cup her ass, pulling her closer to me. I spun us around until I could press her against the wall, consumed by my need to touch her, to have her on my skin.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“Cole,” she whimpered, and I released her mouth so I could kiss down her jaw, nipping her skin and leaving marks for Tristan to find later. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into my chest. I slid one hand to her thigh, allowing me to press my aching cock straight into her core.

She moaned. Fuck, I didn’t want to wait.

A throat cleared behind me. I ignored it, reveling in the feel of her hot cunt sliding over my cock. Even separated by fabric, it was heaven.

“Kids,” the voice said again. Fucking Tristan. “Let’s take this back to the house, shall we?”

Instead of stepping away from Eva, I yanked her closer, shoving myself deeper against her core. “What do you think, sparrow? Should I leave you wet and wanting while we drive home, or should we pop back into the locker room and fuck right now?”

Eva jerked her pelvis against me. “Locker room. I’m not going home with you.”

Her easy acquiescence shocked me so much, I almost missed the second half of what she said. “The fuck you’re not,” I growled.

Eva shoved at me, but I refused to move away. “I don’t want to spend the night,” she snapped.

“Why the fuck not?” I asked. Where the fuck was this coming from? The whole team knew we were fucking—we played with her whenever we got a chance, and we were always together. We’d given her space this week, fucking her around campus every moment we could, but we hadn’t asked her to come home with us, outside of the time I lured Tristan into catching her spying on the team.

And maybe that had been our mistake.

Tristan leaned on the wall beside me, boxing her in.