Page 9 of Their Cruel Play
“Running away, sweetheart?” His words are soft and only for me.
I realize the others were talking while Jack distracted me. They continue their discussion behind Jack and me on the wayto their lockers. Their voices are a low rumble. Just another reminder that I’m not part of this.
Yes, what they discuss affects me, but that doesn’t mean I get to help fix it. Fuck them.
I step out from under Jack’s arm and walk ahead to get to Caden’s locker. I open it and grab my books. The guys catch up, and Caden gives me a look like he wants to say something but decides against it. I lean against a locker a few down from Caden while I wait for Luke.
They stopped talking when they got closer, and right now, no one approaches me. Luke finally finishes and holds his hand out to me. His icy eyes hold a challenge. I take his hand out of habit and let him lead me away from the others.
He doesn’t stop to talk before we enter the classroom and sit. When I finally glance his way, I can see that he’s deep in thought. Maybe planning whatever they need to do. I pull out my notebook and get ready to take notes.
Mr. Flack’s class goes without a hitch. When the bell rings, I bolt. I want to get to my next class early and just forget about all the fuckery that is my life right now.
Before I make it to the door, an arm wraps around my waist and draws me into a hard body. I’m not sure why that surprises me. After all, it happens all day lately.
Jack smiles down at me. Before I can say anything, he steers me away from the crowd.
“We need to get to class.” I point to the class door that’s getting farther away instead of closer.
“We can be late.” Jack glances around before opening a door and tugging me inside the gymnasium’s storage room.
I sigh. “What are we doing, Jack?”
Mats are stacked waist high in the corner. A bin of balls sits in the other.
“Taking a moment.” He crowds me back against the mats and my pulse kicks up a notch. My panties are already dampening.
I know that look. Even as a thrill goes through me, I give him a bland look.
“How do you want me?” I slide my backpack off my shoulder. It thuds when it hits the floor.
He cocks an eyebrow and shakes his head. “What do you want to do?”
I mimic his expression. “Get to class on time.”
“Okay.” Jack bends and picks up my backpack.
When his hand touches the doorknob, I ask, “That’s it?”
He pauses and looks back over his shoulder. “What do you want, sweetheart? You want me to force the issue and make you get on your knees in front of me? Or maybe I should just slide my hand into your pants and see how wet you really are and push you into an orgasm?”
Well, yeah. But I don’t say that.
“What game are you playing, Famine?” Tilting my head, I stare at him.
He grins and shakes his head. “Honestly, I like it when you’re willing. If you don’t want to do anything, that’s cool.”
He reaches for the door again.
“But I’m wearing your jersey.” I hold the hem out as if to saysee. I don’t know what I want to accomplish at this point.
“And you look phenomenal in it, sweetheart.” He smiles. “You ready?”
I narrow my eyes. Is he playing a game? Is he using reverse psychology on me so I’m the aggressor this time?
He sets my backpack on the ground and sighs. When he closes the distance between us, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I won’t punish you for not wanting to have sex with me, Harper. Do I want to claim you wearing my jersey? Hell, yes, but I’ll have plenty of opportunities. We have a whole fall of football.And even after that I’m sure I could convince you to wear just my jersey and nothing else to bed.”
I breathe out. Everything has been so rush-rush that I forget they have an all-access pass to Harperland for the year.
