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The girl whimpered in response.

But so did McNeely. It was the tiniest little breathy sound, but I heard it.

I stared at him, suddenly harder than I’d been in a very long time.

“You want to come for me, babygirl?” I asked him. “Touch yourself. You know you want to. You know you want to come to the sound of my voice in your ears and the taste of my cock in your mouth.”

He yanked the covers back over his head with a huff and shifted until his back was to me. My eyes stayed locked on his body.

Brittany continued to make wet, choking noises while sucking me off. If her hand was on her clit, I wasn’t aware of it. I was too fucking close. All I needed was…

There. It was hard to see, but it was definitely happening. He wasn’t jerking himself off, but he was panting. I could tell by the quick rise and fall of his back under the covers and the faint, muffled sounds of his rapid breathing.

Gotcha again.

I imagined it was his hot mouth on me. His tongue curling around my shaft and sucking me into the top of his tight throat.

And that was all it took.

I bit out a curse as I came in Brittany’s mouth, hand clenched in her hair probably a bit too tightly and brain completely blitzing out.

Eyes still on my roommate.

An hour later, after I’d walked Brittany home out of intense guilt for using her like that, I returned to the room and inhaled the obvious scent of McNeely’s cum in the air. New Kleenex filled the trash can by the door, and both of his legs and feet now stuck out of the covers as if he were too hot.

The man himself was snoring lightly, and I was tempted to wake him up and humiliate him for what had happened. For what he’d done after I left.

He wasn’t worth it, though, and I was completely wiped out.

Instead, I took the dry-erase marker off the little tray built into the board on the back of our door and wrote this week’s conquests in all caps just to fuck with him before tomorrow’s game. Just to make sure he knew the score.

VAUGHN: 5

BABYGIRL: 0

And then I crawled into bed and slept like the dead.

5

BETT

When I woke up Saturday morning, I was tempted to throw cold water on the asshole. Or blast heavy metal like it was pregame tunnel music until he tapped out.

The feeling only worsened when I saw the little scoreboard he’d left for me.

VAUGHN: 5

BABYGIRL: 0

It was humiliating enough that he knew I’d been listening. If he knew his sex-rough “babygirls” were getting to me, too…

No. Fuck. I wasn’t thinking about that.

I had no clue why Vaughn was deliberately trying to make me lose my mind, but it didn’t matter. It wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t win.

I wouldn’t let him.

I had a game to prep for, and as a kicker, prep wasn’t just leg swings and reps—it was about mindset.