think that guy or Bass Bishop wants anything from you other than a chance to slip inside you? Because they don’t. All they know is you were handling three men last week, and now were set free. They want their shot.”
“You should help me out,” I deadpan. “Tell them how good it was, big man. You know, put in a solid word in the locker room?”
I turn to face him when he doesn’t respond, and it seems that’s exactly what he wanted.
He crowds my space instantly, forcing me to look up the closer he gets.
“You think you’re worth the time and energy for anything other than a quick fuck in the back seat?” he growls. “Because you’re not. You’re the one they settle for when the worthy pussy is tied-up somewhere else. Not the one they’d work for.”
His eyes rake over me with pure disdain. That, combined with the way his words are delivered with such disgust, is almost enough to wake the weak girl buried deep down inside me.
Almost.
He continues to stare, frustration growing more evident with each passing second. His nostrils flare as his brows push closer. He dips down, bringing his eyes level with mine.
Angry emerald.
He’s mad and he’s mad about it.
Fuck him.
“Get out of my face,” I hiss.
“Get out of my head.”
My brows jump before I can stop them and he jerks away.
He licks his lips, his frown as present as ever, and then he’s gone.
“Well, that didn’t last long.”
I roll my eyes, closing my PE locker, and turn to the pain in the ass behind me.
Chloe smirks. “For a girl who didn’t want them, you sure came in quick and fell out fast.”
“You’re welcome.” I step around her and head for the gym.
“For?”
“For freeing up your man, Clo. That’s what you were worried about, right?” I turn, pushing the door I open with my back. “Him getting tied down before you had your shot.”
“Maddoc doesn’t get tied down.”
“Then why you trying so hard?” I pop a brow. “What’s the point if you can’t keep him all to your bitchy little self?”
“You wouldn’t understand, skank.” Her eyes skim over me in repulsion. “Stay out of my way. It’s my time now.”
“Yeah, it is,” I praise mockingly.
She rolls her eyes and when she pushes past me, I spot the hickey on her neck and my brows snap together.
Then I remind myself I don’t care, forcing a fixed expression as I hit the free mats, but before I can drop down, a guy calls out.
“Hey, Rae, now that your nights are free again, maybe you can show me some tricks your mama taught you.”
I tense a minute, then turn to face him, giving a fake smile. “You wanna feel something my mama taught me, huh?”
The guy, no fucking clue who he is, licks his lips and nods, his filthy gaze dragging over me as I approach him where he leans against the wall of the weight room.
My lip twitches as I reach him, and I trail my hand down his chest, feeling his abs flex beneath the cotton when my hand passes his abdomen. I pause at his waistband and his hips involuntarily push forward, his shoulders flat against the wall. My fingers float lower, and just before I grasp him through his track pants, a tight grip encloses over my wrist and yanks my hand away.
I shoot my glare left to find Maddoc at my side, his eyes hard.
I lift a brow and his frown deepens, so I lift my knee, jamming it right into the douche in front of me’s dick.
“Fuck,” he cries out. “Dumb, bitch.”
I lean toward him, but Maddoc pulls me backward. “Learned that from my mama, piece of shit. How’d she do on the lesson?”
In the next instant, I’m lifted in the air and carried through a door that leads to the hall where the entrance to the locker rooms are.
Maddoc tosses me onto a pile of dirty ass gym towels.
I hop up, shaking the shit off, then glare at the asshole in front of me. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right, what the fuck was that?” he roars.
“It’s called, standing up for myself.”
“You were about to put your hands on his junk.”
“Did you not see me knee him in the nuts?” I shriek. “It’s not like I was about to grip him and have a playdate for all the class to see. He was being a dick, so I was gonna hurt his. Still did, in fact. And why the fuck