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“Do you want to try that again?”

Jonny turned and looked at me, dark fire burning in his eyes. “I know it’s ridiculous but I hated watching Bailey pick you up. I hate knowing they can all see my marks and don’t know who made them. I…” He let out a frustrated growl and shook his head. “Fuck, I just want to show them who you belong to.”

A shiver ran over my skin as my cock throbbed under my towel. “Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He slid closer, his smile almost feral. “And I want to show you too.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Devon

My heart was racingas Jonny stared at me and I could practically taste the tension in the air. I was frozen in place and the temptation to drop my towel and melt into his lap was almost overwhelming.

I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad luck that the moment was ruined by Mason and West walking up to us as West complained about finding wig hair in his ass crack and Mason countered with getting rhinestones stuck to his leg hair.

Jonny turned back to his clothes and slowly started to dress as I fumbled my T-shirt at least twice. “Hey, Mason. I’m gonna go to Dev’s place tonight, so you can lock up without me.”

“All right,” he said, looking between us. “You two have fun.” He paused for a second and frowned. “Mate, do you at least have some clean pants and a toothbrush with you? ’Cos I am not sitting next to you tomorrow if you have rank breath and two-day-old pants on that you’ve turned inside out.”

“Yeah, I grabbed some on Sunday before I left. I’m not an animal.”

“Good,” Mason said. “Have fun then. And maybe don’t maul Devon again.”

“No promises,” Jonny said with a smirk as he reached for his hoodie, heat dancing in his eyes as they met mine.

Mason chuckled and shook his head, muttering something fondly under his breath. He and West finished getting dressed, grabbing their bags before heading out. It sounded like they were both eager to get home, and I assumed Mason and Ryan would be happy to take advantage of having their house to themselves since Jonny was with me.

The rest of the team was filtering out in twos and threes, talking about their plans for the evening and what they were going to have for dinner. I had no idea what Jonny and I were going to have, but that was a problem for much later.

We were the only ones left in the changing room now as I slid my trainers on, my fingers stumbling over the laces like I’d never tied them before. “Want to get out of here?” I asked as I finally stood up. Jonny’s eyes were glued to me and it felt like I was being watched by something hungry. My heart sped up a notch as my stomach did a little kick-flip.

Jonny stood and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me sharply against him. “We could, or I could show you who you belong to right here?”

“H-Here?”

“Why not? There’s nobody else around.”

“What if someone catches us?” I asked, my face flushing. “Clive will have our fucking heads.”

Jonny’s fingers slid around my wrist as he brushed his lips teasingly against mine. “Then we’ll find somewhere with a locked door.”

I moaned softly. “Are you sure?”

“About finding a room with a locked door? Yes. I want you, Devon. I can’t wait until we get home,” he said in a low voice.He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his gaze. “Unless you don’t want to. If it makes you—”

“No,” I said quickly. As nervous as I was about getting caught, I needed this so much. Knowing how much Jonny craved me, like I was everything to him and more, was fucking intoxicating. And I needed him to possess me. “As long as the door locks… and we’re not too loud. I think I’m more worried about things getting leaked, y’know, pictures and stuff, but I can’t see anyone here doing that.”

“No, we’d just get a bollocking.” He stepped back and grinned, his hand still around my wrist. “Come with me. I want to play with you.”

I moaned and stumbled forward, my feet catching me before I fell to my knees in front of him on the cold, hard floor. I hoped I’d never get used to the fact he wanted me.

I’d be his toy whenever he asked because the thought of it made my head spin with delight. The idea of being used… played with… maybe even degraded… Fuck, it was so fucking warm in here I was getting dizzy.

“Careful,” he said, catching me against his chest. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

I nodded. “Yeah… don’t want that.”

He kissed me again, leaving me utterly breathless before he stepped away to pull me towards the toilets at the back of the changing room. The door clattered shut behind us and he tugged me towards one of the stalls. They were quite narrow, though, and I didn’t think we’d both fit without one of us ending up in the toilet.

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