Chapter 7
Devon
Fuck. Fuck! This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her yet. I wasn’t supposed to be this close, and yet here we are. I can still taste her on my lips even after hours.
Now I stand in the shower, tugging on my own cock because I need a fucking release. I stroke it hard with one hand braced on the wall. All I can think about is her fucking lips and how much more of her I want. And the fact that she’s going out with Colt tonight isn’t sitting well with me. I wasn’t joking when I said I’d cut his fucking hands off for touching her. Poor Caydence doesn’t know the depths of my depravity. But she will.
I shake Colt out of my mind and focus on her. My Caydence. Moans fall from my lips as I continue stroking my dick, as I think about her naked and beneath me. The way I’m going to make her scream for more than one reason when the time comes, and I have her all to myself. I have certain gifts I’m going to give her. Just the thought of them causes me to jerk harder.
When I can’t take it anymore, I roar my release, shooting my seed down the drain. Such a fucking waste of cum when all of that could have been hers.
I finish washing myself and climb out, drying off. I dress quickly in my sweats and grab my gear before hauling it all out to my car. I toss it in the trunk and climb in, heading toward the college.
My cell rings, and I put it on speaker.
“Yeah?”
“Devon. Are you heading to the game?”
“Yeah, Dad. On my way now. What’s up?”
“Nothing much. I was just checking in. I have a flight at nine, and I won’t be returning until Sunday,” he informs me. My dad is away a lot, but that works out for me. That gives me time for myself and also to run the business.
“Long weekend?”
“Something like that. How’s work?”
“Going good. Everything is looking good to end the quarter on a high note,” I tell him.
“Very good. I’ll let you go. Have a good game.” The line goes dead before I can say anything further, so I turn my music up and drive.
It doesn’t take long for me to get to the college and head to the field house with my gear. When I get into the locker room, I find everyone already here and getting dressed for the game, so I do the same.
“So, you hear about Colt?” Wyatt asks.
“What about him?”
“He’s going out with Caydence after the game,” he tells me shit I already know.
“Good for him.”
“Oh, come on, Devon. I know you have a thing for her. He doesn’t stand a chance if you make a move,” he adds.
“Maybe I’ve already made my move.”
“No shit? What did you do?” he asks excitedly.
“Not much. Just said a few things to her that I hope she takes to heart.”
“You know he’s just trying to fuck her, right?” Now the anger surges inside me. He has no idea what he’s doing to me right now, or maybe he does. Wyatt knows how to get me riled up, and especially before a game.
I crack my neck from side to side, trying to relieve some of the tension, when his hand lands on my shoulder.
“He’s basically told everyone in the locker room what’s up with tonight,” he adds.
“You might want to stop talking now, Wyatt.”
“Getting pissed? Good. Then do something about it,” he urges.
