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“What’s twisting your balls up, man?” Kane gripped me by my shoulder pad.
“Just a hell of a night. I’m fine.” I shrugged his hand off, irritated that my playing was absolute crap today. At least it was only practice, but that didn’t mean Coach wouldn’t be riding my ass.
“Do you want to grab a beer after we’re finished?” Kane removed his helmet and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
“Nah. I’m going to go to the society. Maybe it will help clear my head.” I had no doubt it would when I took out my anger on Ariana. For the last four days, I had gone round and round hating her for not telling me she hadn’t died but wanting to protect her from men like Peter. Hell, I’d at least taken care of one problem of hers. If I wanted to do the right thing, I would tell her Peter wasn’t an issue anymore, but a sick part of me wanted to see her suffer and think he was still around. After all, she had put me through hell thinking I’d lost her when our house burned to the ground. As hard as I’d tried, I couldn’t get over her. I compared every girl I fucked to Ari. I had given her my goddamn heart when we were in high school. She just hadn’t known it until I kissed her on her birthday. That was all it took. I fell head over heels for my stepsister. It was twisted but felt so right.
At the mere thought of being inside her again, my cock sprang to life.
“Hell, I might go to the society myself.” Kane tipped his chin at me. “Later.” He pulled his helmet back on as we jogged to meet the other players and the coaches in the middle of the field before we were dismissed.
Coach clapped once, then peered over the top of his fingers at us. “Not sure what’s going on with all of you today, but get your head out of your asses. This is a team. You’re not a bunch of brainless individuals running over each other with no purpose. Keep your eyes on the ball and your teammates. I hope like hell I see a big change tomorrow because at this rate, you can kiss the next win goodbye and in the same breath our chances at post season anything.”
“Yes, sir!” we all yelled in unison.
I already felt like shit. I didn’t need to suck ass on the field as well.
“You’re dismissed.” Coach planted his hands on his hips as we broke from the group. “Jagger. A word.”
Dammit.
I jogged to him. “Sir?” Guilt twisted my stomach. The coach had been more of a father to me than my own. He’d taken me under his wing and helped develop my skills on the field. He’d also taught me how to manage what little self-control I had. I had a reputation for being a hell of a player with a quick-ass temper.
“What’s the problem? You’re focus is out the window. Some girl got you by the balls?”
I removed my helmet and tucked it under my arm. “No. I didn’t sleep well last night. The cot is old and uncomfortable,” I said in a hushed tone. I wasn’t lying, the bed sucked, but most days, I was too exhausted after practice to give a crap. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Coach about what a fucking liar Ariana was. It was only a matter of time before I took care of her once and for all, then she would no longer be a problem.
“I’ll get you a better one. You should have said something sooner.” Concern filled his gaze.
“And sound ungrateful for a safe place to sleep? The only reason I brought it up is because it’s affecting me on the field.”
Coach slapped me on the back. “I’ll have a new one for you before nine tonight.”
“Thanks, Coach.”
“Thank me by showing up as your best self tomorrow.”
“You got it.”
Coach’s brow snapped up as he stared at me. “Go shower. You stink.”
“Later.” I turned and walked away, thoughts of Ari swirling in my head. Not only did I intend on fucking her senseless, but it was also time to have a little chat. I wanted some damn answers.
* * *
Wanting to observe Ari for a few minutes without her knowledge, I let myself into the playroom before she arrived. I was tucked into the corner and had pulled the cloak hood over my head. It allowed me to blend in as she entered.
Her shoulders were rigid with tension, and a part of me looked forward to helping her relieve her stress. There was nothing better for her than a good ride on my cock.
Maybe it was cruel, but I wanted Ariana to walk into the society room with a false sense of security—no blindfold, chains, or bindings on her wrists and ankles.
I leaned against the wall, my eyes glued to her as my throat constricted. Ari was beautiful, and it took everything inside me not to walk over to her and remove my mask. I wanted answers before I did, then I would reveal my identity. Maybe then she wouldn’t be able to lie.
She gripped her clutch and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. Her short skirt barely covered her ass cheeks, and although I loved the view, I wasn’t okay with her walking around in public that way. Regardless of my twisted love and hate for her, she was mine.
Ari cleared her throat, standing in the middle of the room. I had chosen the vanilla room for this visit. With its simplicity, it might be less distracting when I asked her questions.
“Hello, Phoebe.” I stepped out of the darkness.
