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He lets me go, and I suck in deeply, savoring the air as my lungs fill with it.
“You’ll never get the chance,” I say, my voice weak.
He just laughs, joining his friends in the living room, and I’m left to question the wetness between my thighs. That shouldn’t have turned me on and yet all I want to do is jump on him to relieve the ache he caused.I must be seriously fucking deranged.
Looking down at the fresh cookies, I smirk because I’ve never been someone to let things go. His threats don’t scare me, I can handle anything he dishes out. I put the sweet treats on a plate, setting a couple aside for myself. Then, I steel my spine and walk into the living room, swaying my hips a bit more than I normally would.
Colin is in one of the chairs while two of his friends are manspread on the couch, and the other two are sitting on thefloor for some reason. I step in front of Colin, bending over to set the plate of cookies on the coffee table.
“Thought you guys might like these,” I say with the sweetest fake voice I can manage.
“Oh fuck yeah,” one of them grunts, while they all immediately lean forward to massacre the cookies.
Two firm hands grab my hips, and yank me back onto a lap and I yelp in surprise. Colin wraps his arms around my middle, squeezing so hard I try to push him off me, but it’s futile because he’s extremely strong. Soccer players have strong legs, it’s our prime tool for the sport, and especially a striker like Colin. But he makes sure to work out his upper body just as much which is evident by the defined muscles and the iron grip he has on me.
“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growls against my ear.
“When the fuck did I tell you I cared?”
He loosens his grip enough that I’m able to push away from him. I know this is just beginning, but damn does it feel good to fight back.
Now, if I could stop getting turned on when I feel his body close to mine, then that would be great.
Chapter 6
Colin
Ihardly pay attention in class because I know Mayson is back at my house, probably still sleeping. I made the mistake of peeking in on her before I left. I intended to see if she blocked her door, and when she didn’t I took that as permission to enter. She may not be able to lock it, but she’s creative.
She knows how to keep me out, if she doesn’t do it then that’s on her.
I saw her laying in bed, so peacefully her dark hair contrasting the white sheets. Her pink pouty lips tempted me to take them with my own, but I held back. I lifted the blanket to see what she’s wearing since her clothing options are limited.
Thanks to me, of course.
Though, she’s not getting her panties back no matter what she does.
Before I left her room I made sure to grab the one jersey I left her for soccer and replaced it with one of mine. For the past couple of days since her little stunt when my friendswere over, I let her think she was going to get away with it. I let her be comfortable and complaisant.
That’s over.
I’m waiting for her to retaliate once she finds out what I did, which is another reason I can’t pay attention. I can’t tell you a single thing that was talked about in class, and I can’t get out fast enough after the professor dismisses us.
I have a small break before my next class, then practice before I get to see Mayson again. She only has one class before her own practice and this weekend the girls have an away game. I don’t like that she’s going away. I’ve never cared as much before but now she’s mine and I want to make sure she and everyone she comes into contact with, knows it.
I have my headphones in so I can ignore everyone as I grab a sandwich. Sometimes I don’t care if people want to talk, but today I’m not in the mood. I stuff my face while walking to the building where my next class is and the hardcore music is pounding through my skull from the headphones.
Even as I sit down in class, I don’t take my headphones out. I pull my phone out to check Mayson’s location, and see she’s on campus, from her speed it looks like she’s walking. She’s not that far from where I am. I think about getting up and skipping just so I can intercept her.
“Alright everyone, hope you’re ready because we’re going to go over your final projects.” I inwardly groan. I’m sure I could get out of the stupid project, but I look down and see Mayson walked into another building and decide to leave her be.
She’s safe for a couple more hours.
At practicewe run through some drills and then start a scrimmage. I’m trying my best to keep my focus completely on the game, but when I hear her voice I think I’m imagining it. Then it gets louder, and my teammates notice it too, which means it’s not just in my head.
“Colin!” Mayson calls out. I look over to see her pissed off. Her bottom half is in her shorts, shin guards and cleats ready to play. Her top half is only covered by a tight tank top. Her tits are pushed up at the top of it and I see red.
“Masters, deal with your shit another time,” Doc, our coach, snaps, but I’m already halfway to where my pissed off stepsister is.
