The response was instant from him was immediate.Or what? You gonna stop me, Captain? You're stuck at practice while I'm about to be buried in that sweet Omega pussy.
I was moving before I finished reading, ripping off my remaining gear and shoving my feet into shoes.
I'm serious, Jaxon. Back the fuck off.
In my head, I could see the motherfucker smiling as he typed.Make me.
My phone buzzed again before I could respond.
She's at Parkview Apartments, sixth floor. In case you want to come watch.
Rage whited out my vision.
Marcus poked his head back in. "Coach wants..."
"Emergency," I said, grabbing my keys. "I have to go."
"Luca, you can't just leave in the middle of practice. We have a game in two days."
"Then practice without me."
I was already heading for the door in my compression shirt and practice pants, not caring how I looked. My hair was still damp with sweat, my skin overheated.
None of it mattered.
All that mattered was getting to her before Jaxon did.
My phone buzzed again as I hit the parking lot.
Tick tock, Vale. I'm already on my bike. You really think you can beat me there?
I didn't respond. Just threw myself into my car and peeled out of the lot fast enough to leave rubber on the pavement.
Traffic was a nightmare. I cut through it anyway, switching lanes aggressively, running a yellow light that was definitely closer to red.
Another text from Jaxon.
Five minutes out. Hope you're not too attached to her being able to walk tomorrow.
My knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
If you touch her...
I didn't finish the threat. Couldn't find words violent enough.
Too late, Captain. Already touched her. Already made her come on my fingers. Tonight I'm gonna make her come on my knot.
Something cold settled in my chest alongside the rage.
Jaxon was being too aggressive. Too deliberate in his taunting. This wasn't just him rubbing it in. This was him trying to get a rise out of me.
You're trying too hard, Roarke,I typed.
No response for a long moment.
Then:Fuck you, Vale.
Not his usual cocky comeback. Something sharper. More defensive.
