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Fuck, I’m nowhere near done with her, but I need her naked.

“Yeah, you’re coming home with me,” I say without any room for question. “And I want you to try and keep my cum in there as best you can. I’ll carry you.”

It takes some maneuvering to get my cock away and her cradled in my arms, and the sheer look of determination on her face as she keeps her pussy clenched nearly unravels me.

Maybe I didn’t have to force her into this the way I did.

Maybe I could have been a normal fucking human, and asked her on a real date that day we met. I was convinced she’d tell me to fuck myself out of embarrassment, and I’d never have an opportunity to get her to like me, but these days I’m starting to doubt my tactics.

Maybe if I had been normal, she’d have been able to love me back.

Chapter 21

Soccer Boy

RILEY

It’s so cold out my teeth are chattering as we take our seats, but at least it stopped raining. Thank god this is the last game of the season — after this I get to stay inside my dorm until spring comes — but for now, the t-shirt, hoodie, jersey combo I’m rocking just isn’t cutting it.

“How long are these games again?” I mutter to Josh. “Long enough to get hypothermia?”

“You say that like you aren’t bundled up like a newborn. I told you to bring a blanket too, but we all know you secretly wanted to show off that jersey. How are you going to last the postseason?”

He laughs at how wide my eyes go, because despite Elias talking about it incessantly, it never occurred to me I’d have to continue to sit out here in the cold.

“Fuck me.”

“I think he does that enough,” Josh teases, but it’s the girl standing behind him that steals my attention.

“Gross,” Juliana says with a chuckle. “I have a crazy imagination, please don’t make me picture that. Can we sit with you guys?”

Her friend is still eyeing me like she wants to be anywhere but near me, and I notice how intently she’s staring at Eli’s jersey. She’s jealous.

I nearly tell her that if she just waits a couple of weeks, she can have him, but my stomach squirms angrily at the thought.

Great, now we’re both jealous.

“Of course you can,” I say with a forced smile. I like her, I really do, but I’ve tried to keep our interactions to a minimum. I don’t want to hurt her too come New Year’s. “Have you been to all of his games?”

“All except one this season,” she admits, sitting to my right as Josh chuckles under his breath to my left. “I had a date two weeks ago and missed one, but Elias was so dramatic about it. Our dad should be here today since it’s the last game of the season, but after that argument last night I don’t think he’ll come. I’m sure Elias told you.”

Frowning, I shake my head. “He didn’t, actually. What happened?”

The guys start taking their positions on the field as the stadium gets louder around us, making her lean in closer so only I can hear. “He wanted our dad to meet you.”

She rolls her eyes like she’s exhausted with the two of them, but all I heard is that her dad doesn’t want to know me. Why else would they fight about it? “Oh,” I mumble. “And your dad…?”

“He’s always been so adamant about no girlfriends during the season, so when Elias told him about you he went off about how distracted he’s been, how his last season in college was his worst one, how it’s his fault he won’t be picked up by a team, and blah blah.” Whistles blow, people scream, and all I can think about is how Eli doesn’t care to play professional soccer. He’s made that clear. “Papa just takes all the fun out of it when that’s all Elias wanted. He plays to have fun, but you know how men are with their failed dreams.”

If only he knew how distracted Eli would’ve been if he’d gone through with hazing. Every time I see Samara, she’s got a new story for me. “I thought Eli did good this year.”

“He did!” she practically yells. “And I’ve been here watching almost every game,hehasn’t. But last year Elias got a couple goals, which isn’t that common for his position, so I guess Papa expected him to keep doing amazing shit to stand out. Oh shit…” She trails off when a red card is flashed and Luca gets ejected from the game. Everyone is either booing or screaming as one of their guys gets back to his feet with a hand covering his eye, and Luca gets dragged off the field cussing up a storm. I don’t think I’ve ever even seen him frown before this. “Fuck, it’s about to be a physical ass game. We’re down a player and it just started.”

Yeah, I still don’t understand any of this. “It’s fine, they’ll be okay. They always are.”

“Yeah,” she responds, but she definitely sounds more distracted now as her eyes are glued to the field. “He’s talking shit again.”

Glancing down, I see Eli walking near the player that got Luca ejected, and his mouth is moving fast. I know him well enough to identify the taunting expression on his face, but don’t know enough Spanish to read his lips. I bet it’s good, though.