Page 86 of The Penalty

“How much time do we have?” We do have classes and I have to get my gym time in and I think Coach said we have tapes to watch today, thankfully practice is tonight instead of at ass-crack o’clock this morning.

He reaches for one of the phones on the window sill.

“Depends on if you want to eat breakfast or not.” Rhys runs his hand through my hair. It turns me into a puddle of goo when he does that.

“I have Oreos and Red Bull, I’m fine.”

The hand in my hair tightens and Rhys pulls my hair up to make me look at him.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“Oreos and Red Bull. For breakfast?” Rhys makes a disgusted face.

I shrug. “Yeah. It’s delicious.”

“How does your body survive on that? How are you building or sustaining muscle mass? How do you not vomit from all the sugar?!”

I shrug again. “I don’t know, science stuff I guess.”

“I am not eating that for breakfast. You’re going to feed me actual food. That grew in nature. With protein and fiber and nutrients.”

A dirty smile turns up my lips. “I’ve got plenty of protein and nutrients for you.”

Rhys pulls me up his body by my hair, grabs my jaw and barely stops my lips from touching his. “I would love nothing more than to suck your cock and drink your cum but if I’m going to make it through until lunch, I need food to fill my stomach and we don’t have time for both.” He ravages my mouth, fucking his tongue between my lips like it’s the last chance he’ll get to taste me.

My hips are forced against his by his legs, and he uses the leverage he has to thrust. I’m lost to sensation. Lost to him. And hungry for more.

But he stops way too soon and shoves me back. He’s red faced and his lips swollen like I’ve been fucking his face. God I’m so fucking hard I could use my dick as a hockey stick.

“Get dressed and find a restaurant.”

I sit up and point to my crotch, making anare you kidding mesound.

“I can’t go out like this! It’s indecent!” Rhys smirks at me and climbs off the bed, searching for his clothes. “I’ll scare small children and the elderly! Be arrested!”

“I’ll come visit you in prison. Even apply for conjugal visits.”

“What the fuck is a conjugal?” Disgruntled, I find some Summerset Olympian sweats and hoodie to pull on then hand Rhys another hoodie.

“Conjugal basically refers to marriage or the state of a marriage.” He looks at the hoodie then up at me. “What is that for?”

“You gotta wear this one. It’ll camouflage you so no one looks too close. We can’t have anyone recognize you as a Gods player.”

“I’m not wearing that.” Rhys shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“Why not?”

“Besides the fact that it’s my rivals school? Because I’m not wearing Gods clothes so why would anyone care enough to look close?”

Is he really this slow?

“Because. I’m. The. Starting. Goalie.”

“So?”

“People know who I am! If I show up someplace with some stranger, people will ask questions. Who is this guy with our amazingly talented, super-hot goalie?”

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