Page 106 of The Rule Breaker
She doesn’t answer, her body does all the talking, shifting toward my touch as if she can’t help herself.
I smirk. “You like getting fingered on the team bus, don’t you?”
A tiny, muffled sound escapes her—a mix of a whimper and a soft curse. I curl my finger further, teasing just enough to make her squirm. “That’s it,” I whisper. “Be good for me. Stay quiet and I’ll give you what you want.”
Her entire body shudders under my touch as I press my thumb against her clit, drawing slow, lazy circles. Her breath stutters, and I know she’s fighting to hold back a sound.
I slide another finger inside her, curling it just right to make her thighs tremble. “Fuck,” I breathe out. “You’re gripping me so tight.”
I move my fingers faster, my other hand steadying her by gripping her thigh, keeping her perfectly open for me. I can feel how close she is. Every part of her is trembling, her fingers clutching my arm like she’s holding on for dear life.
A smirk tugs at my lips as I murmur, “Come for me, baby.”
Her eyes squeeze shut. She bites her lip hard, and falls apart, silently—or as quietly as she can. Slow, soft moans leave her lips, and she presses her hand over her mouth, to stifle her moans.
Her body goes limp beside mine, breathing heavy, her skin flushed.
I can’t help but grin as I lift my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean, which earns a wide-eyed look from her.
I groan as her sweet taste covers my tongue. “Fuck, I can’t wait for tonight.”
She narrows her eyes slightly, her lips curling into a sly smile. “What’s happening tonight, exactly?”
I chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “You’re going to let me fuck you properly after we win,” I tease.
“Am I?” she asks.
My leg’s still pressed against hers. My dick’s half-hard and throbbing in my jeans, aching with everything we didn’t get to do. I can still taste her on my tongue.
I lean in, my gaze flicking to her lips, but before I can reply, Coach’s voice roars from the front of the bus.
“Jesus Christ, Rhodes.”
We freeze.
Isabella’s eyes go wide, her smile vanishing as she whips her head toward the front, my heart pounding as Coach stomps down the aisle.
When he reaches us, he drops into the empty seat beside us. “That kid is fucking killing me,” he grumbles.
I swallow hard, my jaw tight as I try to look anywhere but at Coach. The tension’s thick enough to choke on. I glance at Isabella. Her lips are pressed into a firm line, her posture a little too stiff, like she’s trying not to twitch. The nervous energy is radiating off her, and I feel it in my bones.
Fucking hell. That was way too close.
28
ISABELLA
The bus rolls to a stop, the sudden jerk making everyone shift in their seats. I grab my bag, sling it over my shoulder, and wait for the doors to open. The second the bus comes to a full stop, the guys practically scramble out, eager to stretch their legs.
“Aw, sick,” Austin says, practically bouncing as he steps down the first step. His eyes are already scanning the house. “Dibs on the master bedroom!”
“That’s not happening,” my dad says, stepping off the bus.
Austin turns, his brows drawn together. “What do you mean? I’m paying for the pizza tonight. I deserve the best room.”
“I paid for the house,” he replies with a dry look. “I decide who sleeps where.”
I step off the bus, taking in the house. It’s tucked away in a quiet corner, surrounded by trees and wild grass that could probably use a trim, but it’s light, modern, and way bigger than anywhere I’ve stayed before.
