The allure of her will be gone now. That’s good. Whatever my obsession was, she did me a favor. I can concentrate on other things: boys, friends, getting ready for the ball and prom and college…
It’s over.
“You get to play now!” Amy argues, and I snap my attention back to my friends. “Why are you whining?”
“I like my minimal position, thank you,” Krisjen says. “I can’t play Jaeger’s. Especially against Gibbon’s Cross.”
“Yeah,” Amy sighs, agreeing. “Jaeger was good for something, I guess.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my chest tightening painfully. I can’t… I can’t.
I leave, whipping open the door and heading back into the locker room.
“Clay!” Amy shouts after me.
But I keep going.
I don’t have to get angry about this. I’m not a toddler. She’s leaving the team high and dry, but other than that, it’s no loss. I drove her out. I did what I set out to do. I win.
So why do I want to kick every door I see? I pass Megan in the locker room, expecting a dirty look, but once she sees my face, a slight smile graces hers.
She gets to have her now. No one will know.
Stripping off my clothes, I wrap a towel around myself and carry my caddie into a shower stall. Closing the curtain, I turn on the water, breathing in and out as I wet my hair and let the hot water soothe me. I close my eyes, my shoulders heavy and my head feeling like it weighs a hundred pounds. I just want to sit down.
I just want to—
But all of a sudden, the rings on the shower rod slide together again. I pop my eyes open, spin around, and see Liv stepping into the private stall with me. My heart leaps as she closes the curtain behind her and approaches me, holding her towel to her body.
For a moment, I’m flooded with relief. She’s here. She didn’t leave.
I find my voice, confident again and refusing to smile, even though I want to. “What the hell are you doing?” I whisper. “Get out. Now.”
I reach for my towel to cover myself, but in one swift movement, she pulls hers off of her body and knocks my hand away all in the same shot. I stare down at her naked body, and the wind leaves my lungs. My chest caves, and I barely notice her backing me into the wall as she tips her head back and wets her hair. Streams of water cascade down her golden skin, and I can’t breathe as it spills over her breasts and drips off the hard, little points. My clit pulses as I hate her all over again.
She meets my eyes, smoothing back her hair, and approaches me until her nipples brush mine. I can’t think, and I can’t swallow.
“Maybe these separate shower stalls your bigot mother had put in weren’t such a bad idea, after all,” she says.
I watch as she tips her head back, opens her mouth, and places it under the stream, filling it with water. The pulse between my legs pounds so hard, I almost groan.
She kisses me, opening her mouth, the warm water spilling inside and down my chin and neck, and I lick my lips, thirsty for more, because tasting what she tasted makes me go mad. I throb down low, my body beating like a drum. I whimper, about to fucking come when she pulls away.
My lip quivers, and I can’t find my words for a minute. “G—Get out,” I tell her.
But she doesn’t. Grabbing the showerhead off the hook, she sticks it between my legs, and I gasp, stopping just short of crying out.
“Ah,” I moan. I cup her face and hold her to me, almost in tears it feels so good. “Liv…”
The spray pulsates over me, and I’m already too close to stop it. I hold onto her, her forehead pressed into mine as she watches what she does to me, and my orgasm crests, so wound up it takes no time for her to get me there. Heat floods my stomach, my thighs shake, my knees go weak, and I hear voices and lockers slamming shut just as I cover my mouth with my hand and scream.
Fuck. I shake, and I don’t know if I’m crying or what, because it feels so good.
“You don’t feel with him what you feel with me,” she whispers. “Do you?”
I shudder and grip her, every muscle clenched, and I can’t stand it. Nothing feels like this. Nothing. “I hate you,” I murmur in her ear.
But still, I don’t let her go, grazing her skin with my lips.
Oh, God. She lets the orgasm run through me before placing the showerhead back on the hook, and then she leans into my ear, the showers around us filling with people. “It’s a shame you’ll be wasted on him,” she whispers, steam billowing around us. “We would’ve had so much fun.”