Page 212 of Their Cruel Play
Parker stumbles to the ground at our feet. There’s something satisfying about the squelch of mud through his fingers as he catches himself.
“Oh, didn’t see you there, Ethan.” Caden’s smile doesn’t mesh with the rage in his eyes. “Maybe you should watch where you are and stop looking at my girl.”
I glance over at the water cooler. Harper’s wide gaze is on all of us. She’s not going anywhere, but Parker needs to learn his lesson. She’s not a topic that should touch his tongue ever again.
Reaching a hand down, I wait for Ethan Parker to wipe his muddy hand on his otherwise clean uniform. When he takes my hand and I pull him up, I don’t back away. He’s a little taller than me, but I meet his eyes.
The others provide cover from the coach.
“If you even think about our girl again, we’ll cut your cock off so you don’t have those pesky impulses anymore.”
His eyes widen in fear and his hand trembles in mine.
“You’ll have to pee in a fucking bag for the rest of your life.” I glance down between us at the spot between his legs. “She’s been claimed and that means she’s ours. We don’t share what’s ours.”
Caden grabs him by the back of his neck and guides him back to the bench, whispering in his ear. Ethan’s face grows paler with every word Caden utters until he almost collapses on the bench.
Defense runs in, and I put my helmet on with a quick glance at Harper before running out to the field. If he tries anything with her, I will end him.
Harper
Me:
Are you guys okay? I haven’t seen you at the game
Penny:
We’re good. Just got held up
Vicky:
We’ll be at the party later
One place I know I won’t be. I watch the game carefully, figuring out when to mark something on the sheet.
I don’t know what Luke said to that Parker guy, but before he kept eyeing me like I was his next conquest. It was disturbing and uncomfortable, but better than being trapped in a closet by a sociopath. After Luke talked to him, Parker’s gaze either goes through me like I’m not here or his gaze avoids me at all costs.
It’s almost eerie.
When he fell, it caught my attention. Luke helped him up, and then Caden walked the guy back to the bench. Everything looked normal, except the coldness in my guys’ eyes.
Izzy:
How’s the game?
Me:
We’re up two touchdowns going into halftime
Pocketing my phone, I wait until our players are back on our side before looking for Kenz. She walks toward me.
“Fuck, this is work. Tell me how I got dragged into this again.” She throws an arm around my shoulder as we follow the guys back to the locker room.
“Because you love me and want to prove my asshole boyfriends wrong.”
She smiles. “I knew there was a good reason.”
We follow the team until they disappear behind the doors. With a sigh, I slide down to the floor where we sat before, and Kenz joins me.
