Page 112 of The Penalty

I nod, not feeling any better. Why do I want to be accepted by them? This craving for family that I’m not part of might fucking kill me.

Rhys changed Teddy’s contact to Tendy Bear

Breeder: Please tell me you’re here tonight.

Tendy Bear: im not there im in my dorm

I roll my eyes but laugh. I almost call him, but that would just be weird. Who talks on the phone. Gross.

Breeder: Can I come there tonight?

Tendy Bear: dont u have practice n the morng?

Breeder: I don’t care.

Tendy Bear: r u k?

I don’t reply until I’m outside. He lets me in and we make it to his room.

“What’s wrong?” Teddy asks.

I press my face into his chest, slipping my arms around him. “Nothing. It’s stupid.”

Teddy tries to pull me back far enough to look into my eyes, but I don’t let him. “I can feel your energy not aligned right. I know something is wrong.”

I nip at him through his shirt. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve been reading about chickpeas, and when your chickpeas are misaligned, your body is wrong.”

I glance up, sure I’m mishearing him or he’s pulling my leg, but he’s serious. “Where did you learn about this chickpea stuff?”

“A book the team shrink gave me to help me feel better about dating the enemy.”

“The team psychologist? Not a trainer?” I can’t figure out if he means a health plan or if he’s seeing a sports psychologist.

“The shrink! It’s about energy and making sure your body and mind are aligned.”

I stare at him for a minute. “Do you mean chakra?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Get on the bed and take your fucking pants off.”

He gets a smile and backs up, shoving down his sweatpants and wrapping his hand around his cock. “Is this what you want?”

“I’m going to help you realign your energy, Teddy Bear, and it’s going to require you getting on your knees.”

He lowers down to one and then the other, reaching for my pants. I let him take my cock out, stepping forward so he can lick my tip. My head falls back as I pump my hips forward. He swallows me like the good boy he is.

I pull back and he chases my cock, trying to deep throat me, but I grab his hair stopping him. “I have an idea.”

He grunts, trying to get on my cock. “I like this idea.”

“Mine is better. Believe me.” I wrestle him away from my cock. “Get on the bed and lay on your side.”

“Why?” He reluctantly gets up, throwing his massive body around like he’s going to have a tantrum. It makes me harder.

“Do as you’re told or you don’t get my cock.” I stroke it for effect.

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