Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

Jessica

Husfriend : How is the bus ride?

The One : Meh, I’d much rather be on somebody’s private jet

Husfriend : It’s me… I’m that somebody and I can make that happen whenever.

The One : You’re doing too much again.

Husfriend : And?

Husfriend : You act like you don’t like it.

The One : Hmm.

Husfriend : I miss you already.

The One : You always say that

Husfriend : That’s because I always miss you…

Husfriend : So does my wife miss me too?

The One : Wife? When did that happen?

Husfriend : Hmm…

Husfriend : You know…

The One : Call me Jon Snow cause I know nothing.

The One : Last I checked I’m single, not ready to mingle…

The One : Oh and my left finger is bare of any ring

Husfriend : Damn…

Husfriend : I’m working on it… I got the ring at the very least. Does that count for something?

I snort a laugh, sending him the Shannon Sharp shaking his head GIF.

The One : Not at all.

Husfriend : You won’t be saying that when I have my ring on your finger and I have you barefoot and pregnant

I swear to God this boy is insane… but I must be even more crazy because I kinda like it…

The One : You thought you ate huh?

Husfriend : No

Husfriend : But I want to

The One : Someone’s about to get blocked.

Husfriend : Damn, you’re so hot when you’re mean.

I groan, squeezing my legs tight, pussy throbbing, forcing me to shift uncomfortably on the bus. Thank God I chose a seat by myself… or should I say that Tek chose to sit away from me. I glance over his way and catch his eyes, which I’ve felt on me the entire damn time since Frank and I pulled up.

Now I’m sitting on the bus by myself with Tek avoiding me, and for good reason. I listen to the idle chatter on the bus, damn near zoning out.

“Did you hear about the poor sap whose mother and sister were caught fighting over the same guy after they found videos of each of them topping off the same guy?” I hear one of the players laugh.

“What? Damn, that’s cold? Where the video leaked? Where can I watch them?”

“No they weren’t leaked, but the guy was so fucked up about it that he took off from school since word spread through the entire school.”

“Damn that’s cold.”

“Right? If that happ…” I tune out of their nonsense and my mind drifts back to Tek when he saw Frank and I kiss. This is the shit I was worried about. News spreads so fast and I have not worked this hard to build a solid foundation here and demand my respect from the guys on the team to potentially turn into that girl and her mom … I have come too far and worked too hard to have everything crumble for dick!

Ugh! I cannot believe I let such a rookie mistake like that happen! I let Frank ass not only grope me in front of Tek, but I came to pieces like a dick feen! I know he’s thinking all kinds of shit about me.

I’ve always prided myself on keeping my professional and private lives separate. I want the guys on the team to respect me and not look at me sexually, so I hide myself. I wear baggy clothes and never let Matt ass so much as show a scrap of PDA in front of them.

It’s not even that I gave a damn about the sex or that I hate dick… no, that couldn’t be further from the truth. But in an industry full of men, I have to carry myself in a different way. No matter how much I love sex and having my man take me there, I wanted my peers to respect me and look at me as a part of the team.

I’m not here to show my ass and entertain them. I’m here to play ball, so I maintained my reserved nature, but how the hell could I let it come crumbling down like a ton of bricks so carelessly? I still have no idea how Frank and I even ended up like that.

Frank ass has truly come into my life and fucked things up in the best and worst way possible. I feel like he has completely taken over everything and I don’t know how to fix it… or hell, more than that, I don’t even know if I want to fix it. But what I do know is that I want to straighten things out with Tek.

“Awww, looks like the love birds are fighting,” I hear from behind me and roll my eyes at Duval’s annoying ass voice. “What’s wrong, Tek?” Why you sitting over there crying?” he laughs, and I stand, ready to defend Tek but he stands up and stomps over to Duval, shocking me.

“Shut the fuck up, Duval. I’m in no mood today,” Tek’s voice rings out, and my eyes go wide.

“Tek, chill. It’s not even worth it,” I go over to him but Duval stands, getting in his face.

“Oh, you wanna go?” Duval smirks and Tek curls his lip.

“I’m fucking serious, Duval. You’re fucking with the wrong one right now,” he growls.

“Oh, you mad because rumor has it that ’s getting her back blown out by some twink? And now you crying like a pu—” The smack from Tek is loud as fuck. But the punch from Duval is just as fucking loud and fast. I want to stand stunned, but I grab Tek and haul his ass back. All of Duval’s shots still land on Tek, while Duval’s friends and Dontre grab and hold Duval back, but Tek’s swinging is wild and erratic. One of his fists lands right against my cheek, making the entire bus go still.

“Shit, … I?—”

“YOU LITERAL PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!” Duval’s eyes flash as he shakes Dontre, who’s big ass fuck, off him and lunges across the seats and starts wilding on Tek.

Tek shakes me off and they fight so fucking hard the bus starts shaking, but there’s no way to make it stop. Their fist are flying so crazily that I’m dead ass too fucking stunned to speak. It isn’t until the bus grinds to a halt and we hear the coach’s loud ass voice boom that everything comes to a pause.

“EVERYBODY OFF THE DAMN BUS!” Without hesitation, we file off the bus in the cold ass twenty-six-degree weather with snow swirling around us. I repress a shiver, not wanting to show any weakness, but I’m cold as fuck. As a girl who grew up in Texas, I hated it when my family moved to New York.

Hell, I hated it even more that the coach I wanted to work with no matter what was is fucking Boston of all fucking places, leaving me no choice but to attend a college in a cold ass place like this. I love warm weather. I’m the type of bitch that ain’t afraid of the sun. I was always called burnt crispy black since I was in the sun year-round growing up because my tomboy ass was always outside.

But like I said, I was willing to forgo my precious year-round scorching hot weather to work with this coach no matter what…

The same coach that has his hands crossed over his chest, frowning and blowing smoke in the air as if he’s going to slaughter us. Damn, this isn’t good.

“ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!” he shouts and we all drop down in the cold ass snow. Immediately I regret going down so hard because a rock digs into my kneecap. Instead of crying out, I scooch over and like all the other guys I kneel still and steady while the coach paces in front of us. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHY THE FUCK YOU MOTHER FUCKERS ARE OUT HERE?!”

“YES COACH!” we shout in unison.

“Tell me why you’re here then, Hurts,” he singles me out… of fucking course.

“Fighting on the b?—”

“WRONG, HURTS!” he shouts in my face like a drill sergeant. I did hear rumors that coach was in the military for a while… I guess the mother fucker wasn’t that far off the cuff... hell, it would explain a lot. “YOU LITTLE BITCHES ARE OUT HERE BECAUSE YOU ALL SEEM LIKE YOU NEED TO FUCKING CALM THE FUCK DOWN!” He goes to stand in front of Tek and Duval. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU BOTH THINKING?!” he shouts, and I don’t hear their answer, too busy trying not to fucking freeze.

The cold agitates the fuck out of my nipple and clit piercings, but there is no way in hell I can tell the coach that, so I just sit there counting, trying to resist the urge not to lick my lips because I’m sure these sons of bitches will fall off.

I shouldn’t, but I peek over to see Duval, who’s staring at me with a clenched jaw and pissed eyes. Ugh, is he pissed that I got him into trouble?! The asshole should have just n ? —

“WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR MIND AT RIGHT NOW, HURTS?!” Coach stomps over to me.

“N-NOTHING, COACH!” my voice cracks a bit, but I swallow, refusing to show them weakness. Hell I’m already a girl and I’m Black on this mostly white team. I think the fuck not. They already look at me like the weakest link. I have to try ten… no, one hundred times harder to hack it. This shit is nothing.

“WELL THEY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STARING OFF INTO THE FUCKING DISTANCE?!”

“I WAS JUST COUNTING THE SNOWFLAKES, SIR! IT’S COLD AS HELL AND I NEEDED A DISTRACTION!” I tell him honestly, and the guys laugh, agreeing, making me feel good that I’m not the only one freezing my ass off.

“YOU CAN’T AFFORD A DISTRACTION, HURTS! YOU’RE ALREADY FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE ON THE FUCKING FIELD, AND NOW YOU HAVE MY PLAYERS FIGHTING EACH OTHER! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU THREE HAVE GOING ON, BUT FIX IT BEFORE THE GAME, OR I’LL BENCH THE LOT OF YOU! NOW, ON THE FUCKING BUS!” He goes to turn, and I stand.

“Wait, Coach. Why do I need to fix anything? I had noth?—”

“Two of my star players who were best friends before you came are fighting, and you’re at the fucking center, Hurts. Yeah, you had everything to do with it. Fix it, or you’re out. This isn’t a dating game, this is football, and if none of you can keep your shit together because of a fucking woman, I don’t want you here,” Coach says to everyone, but looks at me, making my chest tighten. Tears well in my eyes, but I look away.

Cry? In front of him? In front of my team? Yeah the fuck right… I won’t. Not now, not ever, so I just bottle that shit up like I always do and nod.

“Yes, Coach,” I stomp past him and Tek tries to talk to me, but I breeze past him. Fuck… I throw myself into my seat, cover my face, and close my eyes, ignoring the phone vibrating in my pocket. But when it keeps going off, I reach in and see it’s Frank, but I’m in no mood… focus, …

When we make it to the hotel, I go straight to my room, shower, and lay the fuck down to go to sleep, but I jump when I hear a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” I call out, thinking it’s one of my teammates or Tek, but no one says anything. I narrow my eyes and slowly make my way over to the door, peeking out of the peephole, but there’s no one there.

I’m not worried about anyone pulling any fuck shit because Coach wouldn’t allow it. Still, I open the door and peek out to see who could have knocked, but there’s no one really there. However, when I look at the handle, I notice a bag from the local drug store hanging on it.

Frowning, I take it and peek inside, where I see ointment and all types of first aid stuff and a card. I open the card and cock my head to the side, smiling when I see a sad puppy on the front. When I open the letter, it reads in bold letters:

I’m sorry. I hope your knee is okay…

Whoa… he even noticed that my knee was scraped? I really have been a shitty friend to him lately…

I step out, looking for Tek, but he’s gone, so I take the card and the bag in the room and apply the ointment, grimacing at the sight of my cheek and the gash on my knee before I lay back in bed, tired. My phone goes off again, and I peek to see it’s Frank.

I don’t answer… not because I don’t want to talk to him, but because I need to get my head in the game. Tomorrow is game day. Coach has his eye on me, so I can’t afford to divide my attention. I close my eyes, and Frank’s face flashes across my mind… him kissing me… but I bat it away. I have no time for that. I need to focus.