Page 22 of The Penalty

“You’re so easy.”

“I’m not easy! I’m very hard, thank you.”

He raises his brows and looks down at my cock.

“Shut up!” I’m weak, probably half dead, when there’s a knock on the door.

Rhys freezes and looks up my body at me. He pales a little, and that’s all the confirmation I need that he’s not out. Shit.

“Rhys! I swear to fuck, if you abandoned me to go to bed, I’ll murder you.” That’s Tobi.

My eyes widen and I’m shoving my dick back in my pants at the same time Rhys is getting himself put back together. Tobi doesn’t need another reason to hate me. I can’t believe I let myself do this.

Rhys is his best friend.

I’m such a shit person.

Rhys grabs a handful of my shirt and drags me toward his closet. He’s strong as fuck to be able to move me like that. I shouldn’t be turned on again, but I am.

Opening the door, he shoves me inside. I barely fit next to the hangers and hockey shit.

“Keep quiet!”

I can barely hear what’s happening in the room. Tobi is obviously pissed but I can’t hear Rhys’ responses.

Something is poking me in the ass cheek, but I can’t tell what it is since it’s dark in here. The hanging bar is too low, so I’m hunched over. This is bullshit. I came out years ago and yet here I am in a literal closet.

A door closes and footsteps get closer before the door is opened.

I can’t read the expression on his face. Guilt? Anger? Sadness? I’m not sure why but he looks like he needs a hug.

I reach for him, wrapping my arms around him but he stiffens and leaves his arms at his sides.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you a hug. I think?” Am I doing it wrong? Can you give a hug wrong? How does he not know what a hug is?

“Why?”

“Because you looked like you needed it?” I say not really sure why I’m doing it.

“Right. Am I done now?”

“Do you feel better?” I squeeze him a little tighter and kiss his temple.

“I can’t breathe, if that’s what you’re asking.”

With a huff, I drop my arms and step back into the closet, which makes things shift and shit fall out.

“You are a safety hazard.” He gives me a pointed look.

“You’re the one who shoved me in there. This is your fault.”

Rhys pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “We can’t do this again.”

I know that, but it still sucks to hear. The weight of guilt is heavy on my shoulders. We’re on opposing teams who play each other. I can’t have the doubt lingering in my head that I let him score on me. What if the boys find out about this? How could they trust me?

“Right. Sleeping with the enemy won’t end well for anyone.”

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