Page 48 of Craved By Lust

“Waithis…as in ahe?” Dontre’s eyes go wide, and I nod.

“Yes, Frank is a guy,” I nod looking back at him, but he says nothing, completely ignoring them.

“Whoa… not gonna lie, that’s still kinda hot.”Hot!?“But wait, Jess, how do you know him?”

“Jessica,” Frank whispers in my ear. His voice is like cold gelato sliding down my throat on a hot summer day. It shakes me to my core and makes me vibrate, causing goosebumps to flare up over my neck.

“Yes sir, I mean… huh?”

“Let’s go,” he states as he runs his thumb over my lips and I shudder, pussy quivering.

“Okay,” I respond, and he smiles so sexily that all the air in my lungs evaporates.

“You had it right the first time,” he smirks and taps my lips, picking me up and placing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me over to the car. I scream, embarrassed, thinking the guys and coaches will judge me, but to my surprise, they are all laughing and throwing funny remarks at me, whistling as Frank brings me to the car and sets me in.

“Whoa, it reallyisa dude… I ain’t ever seen a dude that fine, though,” one of the guys from the team chuckles.

“If he kept his mouth closed, I’d smash,” someone else speaks up, and the murderous look Frank throws them has them scattering.Oh my God! This is soooooooo embarrassinggggg!

Still, as they wave and call out, I shyly wave back to everyone except Tek, who’s standing there stone-faced and Duval who looks kind of heart broken.

“Jessica,” Frank calls my name, snatching my attention.

“Yeah?”

“Who is that to you?”

“Who’s who to me?

“The piece of sh… I mean the fl… I mean the mother fu… the male who always seem to be buzzing around you,” he growls, clenching the steering wheel, and my insides tremble excitedly at how upset he is on my behalf.

“Oh? Are you talking about Tek? He’s my friend,” I answer.

“Your friend?” he hums and thumps his hand against the steering wheel before starting the car and driving off.

“Y-yeah…? Uhm… i-is that a problem?”

“It is.” He pulls to a stop at a red light, staring at me. I squeeze my legs tight and shift in my seat.

“Why?” I breathe out shyly, and he snorts.

“Stop fucking playing with me, Jessica.”

“I… I’m not trying to,” I tell him and he stops at a light and stares at me the entire time until the light turns green and he drives off, clenching his jaw and missing the turn toward my apartment.

“Oh… you missed the turn.”

“I didn’t miss it. We’re going to my place.”

“Y-yours? B-but I… uhm don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Who said you’re an inconvenience? I’m not taking you because you asked. I’m doing it because I want to.”

“But…”

“But what?” he growls, looking at me out of his peripheral.

“But nothing. I… I’ll go,” I tell him, and he smirks.

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