Page 114 of Renegade Ruin

“No.” She slips from her chair and rounds the island to where I stand, pulling me into a hug. “I’m just sorry you have been dealing with this alone.”

Sinking into her, I return her embrace and swallow past the knot in my throat. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys sooner.”

Indie slides behind me, towering over us, and wraps her arms around us both. “You’ve had a lot going on.” She presses a kiss to the top of my head. “But no more secrets, okay?”

I nod, and for the second time this week, I make the promise to stop shutting out the people who care about me. It leaves me feeling inexplicably lighter on my feet, steeling my spine with confidence.

Indie gives us a squeeze and pulls back, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. “So, I guess this means we won’t be adding laxatives to his Gatorade in retaliation?”

A wet chuckle escapes me, and I shake my head. “Probably not.”

“Unless he hurts you,” Leigh adds. “Then all bets are off.”

“Deal.”

“Good. Now go put on that Lawson jersey I saw hanging in your closet,” Leigh demands with a wink, like she’s known the whole time and was just waiting for me to come clean.

I shake my head. She’s too damn observant for her own good.

“I can’t wear that.” I untangle myself from their arms and grab the box from the island. “I still have a reputation to uphold as the owner of the Renegades.”

“You also have a duty as the girlfriend to support your man.”

“I’m not his girlfriend, and this isn’t some romance novel.”

“TomAto, TomAHto,” she says with a shrug. “You’re his girl.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll slip it on top.”

Indie’s phone dings and she lets us know the driver is here.

The girls head for the door, and I make a slight detour to take the box to my room and grab the jersey. As I set it down on my bed, the box jostles and the universe taunts me by issuing its own dare in the form of the little, green u-shaped toy sitting perfectly nestled at the top of the pile.

My core tightens, and I silently berate myself as I pick up the toy and examine it. One end is thick and bulbous and tapersinto a thin pliable bend before expanding into a smaller bulb. It seems harmless enough. Essentially, just a placeholder to tease me until I can get the real thing. And now that it’s in my hand, I find I’m already wet. My resolve to walk away and leave it in the box waffles.

Man up and just wear it,I tell myself.If anything, you’ll be so turned on by the end of the game that even if Bishop doesn’t follow through and fuck you wearing his jersey like he promised, you have a box full of toys to handle it.

“Come on, Wills,” Indie hollers.

Shit. It’s now or never.

Fuck it.

I yank up my skirt and slide my underwear down before sliding the toy through my wet pussy, letting out a hiss as it enters and settles inside and presses against my clit.

This might be a bad idea, but it is by far not the worst decision I’ve made in the last month.

I turn it on, but nothing happens.

“Willow!” It’s Leigh yelling this time.

I shrug and grab my phone, quickly snapping a picture. The anglereveals the tops of my panties pulled down just enough that he’ll see the green top of the toy resting on my clit.

WILLOW: (picture inserted) I hope you’re uncomfortable the entire game.

BISHOP: FUCK KITTEN.

Serves him right.

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