Only his game was to ruin me.
And I found myself offering up my sanity as a willing barter.
Because sandwiched between Jake’s solid, sweet self, and Drew’s deviant, obsessive ways, I found my place.
A place which only existed somewhere between blackmail and coercion.
A place where I was cheating on the man I adored.
And if Drew was right, a place where my boyfriend craved the same attention I did, from the one man neither of us should ever be desiring.
I had a feeling that whatever Drew’s game was, he had already annihilated us both.
Even with that turmoil wrapping around me, when Drew broke the kiss, I wanted to beg him for more.
I didn’t.
I lay in the dark as I watched him leave, hating myself more than him.
SIXTEEN
DREW
The scoreboard glared down at me. An ugly reminder of how far behind we lagged. Their team had smashed ours throughout the game, and the whistle hadn’t even sounded for half-time. Sweat poured down my back, my knees stained grass-green as I pushed off the dirt.
Jake played like a demon, shining despite the absolute roasting our team was getting. Charging at players, spinning out of tackles, nursing the ball like it belonged to him. He surged forward, shoulders lowered and eyes blazing with a reckless hunger I’d only ever seen when he was on the pitch.
Playing like a man possessed.
Had his session with Sarah amped him up? It had been months since I’d seen him so teeming with red-blooded vigour.
And me? I was playing like a fucking ghost. So inefficient that I may as well not have been there.
The previous night had wound him tighter, yet it had unravelled me. He went to bed sated, while I lay in mine stewing about what to do, her taste still filling my mouth and my dick straining.
Every time I bent into a ruck or set for the scrum, my head wasn’t in the game. It was beneath Drew’s fucking bed. In theway Sarah moaned as I teased her sweet cunt. The heat between her thighs, the salt of her sweat, the way she’d submitted to my kiss with her whole being.
I took a hard hit from my left the moment I caught the ball, air leaving my chest in one burning puff. Laying there, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Both of them.
The fact I’d lost sight of her ruination for a moment. That my hate had slipped while I was drenched by her orgasm.
Hate.
God, I’d believed that was all it was. Jealousy, because she had Jake. Like she had been an obstacle to my happiness as long as she’d been in his life.
But the throb in my chest didn’t feel like hate.
Notjusthate.
It felt like hunger. Like maybe the taste of her hadn’t just been about control. Maybe it was about wanting her. Craving her in the same mind-altering way I craved Jake.
‘Drew!’ Jake’s voice cut through the haze.
The crunch of boots on turf came before the thud of his hand, hauling me back to my feet. He was grinning, mud smeared across his face.
‘Come on, we can pull this back.’
I swallowed hard, shaking the dirt from my head.
