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.
“Such as?”
“Don’t let him fuck your girl for one.”
“He isn’t going to touch her if he ever wants to play football again,” I warn. Wyatt steps back a little before a smile tugs across his face. Wyatt knows a lot about me, even the darker shit I hide from others.
“Never liked his ass anyway,” he says.
“Me either, but that doesn’t change the fact that people would notice he’s missing.”
“Tragic accidents happen all the time,” he add shrugging his shoulders.
“This is why we’re friends, Wyatt.” I smile this time. He laughs and continues to get ready for the game as I do the same.
Before everything gets started, I walk over to Colt.
“So you’re really taking her out?”
“Is that a problem?” he asks. Yeah, it’s a big fucking problem, especially if he lays a fucking hand on her. That girl is mine. She’s no one else’s but mine.
“She isn’t your type,” I remind him.
“What is my type?”
“BethAnn. Blonde, bimbo. Basically anything that will spread her legs,” I tell him, causing him to laugh.
“You’re probably right, but who’s the say that Caydence is a good girl? You know those quiet ones are always the freakiest.”
“I’m only going to say this once, Colt, and I suggest you listen to every word that comes out of my mouth. If you so much as touch her the wrong way, I will gut you. I will rip your insides out and feed them to the dogs. Do you get me?” He looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind.
“Thought there was nothing between you two?”
“There is.”
“She said there isn’t.”
“I don’t give a fuck what she said. I’m telling you she’s mine.
You might take her out tonight, but rest assured, I will tear you apart if you touch her,” I nearly growl at him.
Colt doesn’t take it seriously. At least not as seriously as he should.
He grins at me, and I ball my fists at my sides.
Wyatt must see what’s about to happen because he chooses now to walk over and step between us.
“Let’s save it for the game,” he urges, pushing me back a little. I keep my eyes on Colt, not willing to look away.
“What the fuck is even happening?” Colt asks as if he has no idea what I just said to him.
“She’s mine, Colt.”
“Yeah? She said otherwise.”
“She’s confused,” I tell him.
“She seemed fine to me. Listen, I get that you’re used to the whole fucking female population falling at your feet because of who you are, but you’re going to have to accept that Caydence isn’t one of them.” Fury rises inside of me as I step closer, but Wyatt keeps me back just enough.
“You’re going to have to accept the fact that I’ll break both your fucking legs and you’ll never play ball again if I find out that you touched her.”
“You’re insane,” he says, pointing at me. Oh, he has no idea just how much.
“I won’t warn you again. Take her out, don’t fucking touch.”
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, Devon.”
“I’m in every position to tell you what to do and what not to do. I mean it.” That was my last warning. I turn and walk away as Wyatt tries to calm Colt down. I know he’s pissed; hell, I would be too if someone said that to me, but that’s too bad. He isn’t laying a hand on her.
I head for the door and line up so we can get out onto the field, and as soon as we make it out, I look for her. I know she’s in the stands. I know she’s close. I can feel her. My eyes scan the crowd until I find her. She’s looking around at the other players until her eyes lock with mine.
I raise my hand and point at her, watching the way her lips part. Fuck, this girl has no idea the kind of monster she’s unleashed in me.