I sit on the hood of my El Camino, my legs wide and Silvia standing between them. Her manicured hands rest on the top of my pants and she’s leaning into me, trying hard to be seductive.
I ignore her. She thinks I’m lingering because I want to be in her fucking presence when in reality, that is the last thing I want. Keeping her close today is already biting me in the ass. She’s a stage-five clinger with a serious complex but Allie’s Audi is four cars down and I want her to see Silvia between my thighs.
I want her to see just how over her I am, so I wait.
“Yo. We going to practice?” Emilio asks, tossing his bag into my backseat. Dom’s already in the locker room. He’s our QB and he can’t afford to show up late. Coach would rip him a new one.
“Yeah, we’re going.”
He gives me a sideways glance until he spots Allie and the new fucker walking beside her. Realization dawns on Emilio’s face and he does me a solid. Walking toward the gym doors he shouts, “Come on, fucker. You can bone Silvia later.”
Allie’s head jerks toward his voice. Then she follows his gaze and sees what I wanted her to see. Hurt flashes in her eyes. What the hell does she have to be hurt about? I might not admit it to anyone else, but she’s the one who dropped me. She showed up with some random, held his fucking hand, and now wants to act like this is all on me.
Not happening.
I grip Silvia’s hips and draw her closer. Nuzzling her neck, I keep my eyes locked on Allie’s as I let my other hand wander until I’m grasping Silvia’s tight ass.
She moans in my embrace and presses herself closer to me. “Roman, you feel so good.”
I bite back my scathing response, hating the feel of her body pressed against mine when it should be Allie instead.
I scrape my teeth along the column of her neck. She visibly shudders. So fucking dramatic but it works to my benefit.
Allie stands there, ten feet away from her car, watching us. It’s like she’s frozen in place and I take full fucking advantage. When Silvia’s hand dips down to stroke my dick over my jeans, I shift, making sure Allie has a nice view.
Her cheeks heat, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks but whether in anger or embarrassment I have no fucking clue.
Julio calls her name. When she doesn’t respond, he tugs on her hand and draws her to her car. Her eyes stay locked with mine the entire way until she finally steps inside and the tinted windows block her from my view.
As soon as her car leaves the lot, I push Silvia away and head toward the gym.
“Hey—” she squeaks.
“I got practice.” I’m already halfway across the parking lot.
“Oh. Okay. Call me later!”
I throw a wave over my shoulder. I won’t call her, and yet she’ll still be waiting for me tomorrow when I get to school. So damn predictable.
