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And if he was good to us…

Fuck, why is this so complicated? I don’t want to dive into this. I don’t want to believe that she didn’t want it. I don’t want to think about what it makes me if she was just silent and didn’t want us. I don’t want to think what it makesusif she was never willing.

I run my hand through my hair and look over at Dimitri. He doesn’t look bothered at all. He doesn’t look like he has any regrets. In fact, he looks pleased with himself. I arch an eyebrow, then he smirks. “Showed her my dick today.”

Knox snorts. “Of course you did.”

“Shame it didn’t get any action. Like you said, Jax, she’s different, though. She was professional, but it was like she wasn’t all there,” he comments.

Also, not a good sign based on shit I’ve seen. I take another drink of my beer, finishing it.

“More in the fridge,” Knox says.

Instead, I get water. There’s a bad taste in my mouth that I need to clean out. I shake my head in the kitchen. I need to focus on what I can control. The past is the past and I can’t change shit about it.

But the past. That night with Hope. Her soft little moans, her whimpers, the way she took all three of us. That I can’t forget. My whole body reacts to it. Nothing and no one has ever gotten me as worked up as Hope.

I thought she was fine as hell the first time I saw her, then accepted she was off limits because she was Coach’s daughter. I’d been chomping at the bit wanting her, but telling myself no. It was easier to bully her, to make her small and less desirable.Bullying was better than fucking, right? After discovering she was an eager, naughty whore, everything changed.

I fisted my cock too many times thinking of her, then having her… only getting her once… it’s stayed in my mind, lingered there, steadily driving me insane.

Taking a slow breath, I peek over at Knox. He’s still frustrated, but the bloodlust is gone from his eyes. Taking out guys at practice did him some good. But he’s restless. I feel it, see him holding his knee so his leg doesn’t bounce. I share a look with Dimitri and see he’s just as horny as I expect him to be after not getting action despite getting hard. I’m in the same boat.

“You still have that video?” I finally ask Knox, lowering my voice.

Tension and desire fill the air. We all want Hope. We’ve wanted her nonstop. It hasn’t changed. She’s just been out of reach. She disappeared after our fun. She managed to slink around school where we couldn’t find her, and she didn’t walk when she graduated.

Being able to see her, to touch her, to get close to having her but not being able to dive into her is driving us all insane. We need to get some kind of release, some kind of satisfaction or we’re going to lose our minds. Being unfocused on the field won’t do anyone any good. Even if watching her isn’t as good as touching her, it’s something.

Knox pulls out his phone. “Of courseI do.”

KNOX

After the guys leave, I clean up, then just sit on my couch. I run my hand through my hair. I don’t want to think at all, but definitely not about this mess.

Things with Hope have always been simple. Work her up, tease her, enjoy her reactions, drag everything out until the tension is unbearable, then have her. That’s the plan I’ve had. Granted, I wasn’t ever going to go easy on her.

She left. She left us, and after I spent so much time laying the groundwork. Sure, I was rough with her, but that’s what affection is. It’s rough. Plus, she was letting her dad fuck her. She kept pushing me away when I wanted her. I ached for her.

I was sure that her sweetness would balance me out and make everything bearable. Instead, she runs. She fucking runs after giving me a damn good night. Even if I didn’t show it, I liked having her around.

There has always been something innocent about her, something soft and approachable, something warm, something I want to break and ruin.

That’s what happened to me. I hated every second of it, but if I’m there to hold her hand through it, to collar her throat, her hair, all of it, she’ll understand.

Soft and sweet isn’t something I’m capable of. I’ve proven that with plenty of partners, but for Hope…

I snort. She shot herself in the foot by leaving us. She really thought we would give up the hunt for her? That we wouldn’t drag her back? She’sours. Her dad doesn’t get to have her again. I don’t want his hands on her, but my hands, Jax’s hands, Dimitri’s hands… She belongs to us.

She can’t push us away anymore. We’re here to stay, and she’s going to learn that we don’t let go easily. None of us have forgotten, and no amount of fucking other women, building ourselves up, working out in the gym, can make us forget the best night of our lives.

We got the girl we wanted and her moans still live in my head. I can see her watery eyes as she takes all three of us, her hips lifting as she meets every thrust, can see the hesitation but ecstasy in her eyes.

She’d begged us with her gaze. She’d ached for us too, been so hot and wet and perfect. Her touches, so light and… the marks on her…

I take off my shirt now that the guys are gone and run my fingers over the scars all over my body. I take a breath and shake my head. “We’re all scarred, sweetheart. Some are just more visible than others.”

Not that I’m going to let her see my scars, see my past pain. She’ll pity me, want to fucking take care of me, and that’s not what I want. I want her to crave me, to be my eager, panting little slut. I want her moaning for me, addicted to my cock. I want her pulling me toward her, letting me take control.

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