Page 108 of Bad Run

Cam stands up and coughs in Reed’s face. “Oops.”

“Gross! What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?” Reed grabs Cam and puts him in a chokehold.

“I was just making sure you got my monogamy germs. I didn’t want you to feel left out,” Cam says with a roar of laughter.

“I hate you.” Reed releases Cam, but not before pushing him to the ground.

“Don’t lie. You love me,” Cam sing-songs.

Grabbing my towel and leaving my friends to goof around, I head toward the showers on a mission.

After a quick wash and a change of clothes, I exit the locker room fresh and ready to do whatever Gwen wants.

I find her standing down the hall, wearing cutoff jean shorts, pink sneakers, and a white and pink Evaders jersey, looking all sexy with her long, lean legs on display. Legs I wish were wrapped around my head as I ate her pussy and made her come on my tongue.

The vision stokes a fire in my chest, and balls.

Get it together.

I watch Gwen gesticulate something with her hands as she laughs. Her hair sways to the side, revealing the name on her back: Montgomery.

What the hell? Taylor is the only name that should be on her back.

At least it’s not one of your teammates’ names, I tell myself.

Gwen switches position and turns to the side, giving me a view of the person she’s talking to. She’s chatting to Doug again. That pipsqueak needs to give up already. Gwen is mine.

When Gwen throws her head back and laughs, I snap.

Burning hot jealousy rips through me.

Sucking in deep breaths, I do my best to stay calm as I stomp over toward where Gwen stands, possessively placing my hand on her lower back as I approach.

“Sorry to interrupt this little … chat. But I need to have a word with our marketing manager. See you around, Dougie,” I say, dismissing him.

His eyes round like saucers as he lifts his hands up in surrender. “Of course. I was just leaving anyway. See you around, Gwen.”

“No, you won’t,” I grouse as the peon rushes away.

Gwen smacks me on the chest. “Oh my god, Lance, what is wrong with you?”

“What are you talking about?” I feign ignorance as I grip her small wrist in my hand, not letting her go.

“You were so rude to Doug.” Her words betray her body as she melts into me.

“Being rude would’ve been picking him up by his collar and chucking him down the hall. I was as polite as I could be.”

“You practically growled at him, and he didn’t do anything wrong.”

“He’s lucky all I did was growl because he is wrong for talking to you.”

Gwen grins and presses her perky tits into my chest, gripping my shirt in her fists. She tugs my face down to meet her beguiling aqua eyes. “Are you jealous, Mr. Taylor?”

I know this is the part where I’m supposed to say no and act all cool, like I’m not some dumb caveman jock. But fuck that.

My hands brace her lower back, pulling her impossibly closer. “Of course I’m jealous. I don’t want him to get any of your laughs or smiles. I want all of them for myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone. I want you all to myself.”

“You sweet Neanderthal.” Gwen lifts onto her toes and kisses my cheek, dousing the angry fire burning beneath my skin.