Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

Hurts

He’s holding a sign with a shit ton of white and red roses in a heart around him.

Jessica’s #1 Fan

I nearly trip down the steps as I stand in awe. My heart races, my hands tremble, and as my legs carry me over to him unconsciously at a pace even greater than what I run on the field, I leap into his arms and let him pull me into a kiss. There’s no point in holding it in… I am without a doubt falling completely and helplessly in love with this man.

“Damn…” I hear behind me and spin to see Dontre and the rest of the team staring at us. Oh my God, I thought we were alone! I hop down or well, I try to hop down, but Frank holds me tighter. “Damn, Jess, I didn’t know you bat for the same team! That explains it all,” he mutters and I groan.

“Yeah, she fine,” one of the other team members states and I cringe, this time gently pushing out of Frank’s arms. Thankfully he lets me go, but he keeps his arm securely wrapped around me.

“You’re barking up the wrong tree. That’s,” I see one of the guys lean in and whisper in a teammate’s ear and they look over to Frank.

“Ooooo shit is that that guy that be b—” The other guy elbows him, growling.

“Dude, shut up.”

Guhhh so embarrassing!

“You guys, this is my friend, and his name is Frank and?—”

“Wait his… as in a he? ” Dontre’s eyes go wide, and I nod.

“Yes, Frank is a guy,” I nod looking back at him, but he says nothing, completely ignoring them.

“Whoa… not gonna lie, that’s still kinda hot.” Hot!? “But wait, Jess, how do you know him?”

“Jessica,” Frank whispers in my ear. His voice is like cold gelato sliding down my throat on a hot summer day. It shakes me to my core and makes me vibrate, causing goosebumps to flare up over my neck.

“Yes sir, I mean… huh?”

“Let’s go,” he states as he runs his thumb over my lips and I shudder, pussy quivering.

“Okay,” I respond, and he smiles so sexily that all the air in my lungs evaporates.

“You had it right the first time,” he smirks and taps my lips, picking me up and placing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me over to the car. I scream, embarrassed, thinking the guys and coaches will judge me, but to my surprise, they are all laughing and throwing funny remarks at me, whistling as Frank brings me to the car and sets me in.

“Whoa, it really is a dude… I ain’t ever seen a dude that fine, though,” one of the guys from the team chuckles.

“If he kept his mouth closed, I’d smash,” someone else speaks up, and the murderous look Frank throws them has them scattering. Oh my God! This is soooooooo embarrassinggggg!

Still, as they wave and call out, I shyly wave back to everyone except Tek, who’s standing there stone-faced and Duval who looks kind of heart broken.

“Jessica,” Frank calls my name, snatching my attention.

“Yeah?”

“Who is that to you?”

“Who’s who to me?

“The piece of sh… I mean the fl… I mean the mother fu… the male who always seem to be buzzing around you,” he growls, clenching the steering wheel, and my insides tremble excitedly at how upset he is on my behalf.

“Oh? Are you talking about Tek? He’s my friend,” I answer.

“Your friend?” he hums and thumps his hand against the steering wheel before starting the car and driving off.

“Y-yeah…? Uhm… i-is that a problem?”

“It is.” He pulls to a stop at a red light, staring at me. I squeeze my legs tight and shift in my seat.

“Why?” I breathe out shyly, and he snorts.

“Stop fucking playing with me, Jessica.”

“I… I’m not trying to,” I tell him and he stops at a light and stares at me the entire time until the light turns green and he drives off, clenching his jaw and missing the turn toward my apartment.

“Oh… you missed the turn.”

“I didn’t miss it. We’re going to my place.”

“Y-yours? B-but I… uhm don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Who said you’re an inconvenience? I’m not taking you because you asked. I’m doing it because I want to.”

“But…”

“But what?” he growls, looking at me out of his peripheral.

“But nothing. I… I’ll go,” I tell him, and he smirks.

“Good girl. I guess I’ll take away one of the strikes off your list.”

“Strikes? What are those?”

“It’s the number of times I’ll spank that ass for pissing me off over this weekend,” he voices calmly, but I can tell he’s anything but calm.

“Oh? A-and how many are on that list?” I question, intrigued.

“Enough to make that sexy ass hard to sit on,” he grunts and I jump, sitting forward with nothing more to say. At least for now… maybe me not saying anything will add to that list…