And I’ve never felt that with anyone.
She shifts slightly. “So… are you going out with the guys later?”
I let out a chuckle. “You don’t even know if we’re gonna win,” I point out.
“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?”
