Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

us. “You desecrated our flag.”
She doesn’t try to defend herself, and I don’t want her to. I’m just
reminding her that we’re not a team.
“Liv!” someone yells.
Clay and I turn our heads, seeing Megan next to the coach, her blonde
hair spilling out of her baseball cap and a look in her eyes that warns me not
to get myself in trouble.
Clay waves at someone, and I follow her gaze, seeing Callum and his
friends sitting on the hood of his car on the other side of the chain-link fence
in the parking lot. He watches us with that look in his eyes that reminds me of
what my lactose intolerance feels like when it kicks in.
“You didn’t feel like he does,” Clay whispers, moving in close as play
starts around us. “You didn’t feel powerful.”
He felt powerful? He’s had her? I pause, staring at her. I guess I shouldn’t
be surprised that she’s fucked him already. I don’t why I thought she hadn’t
gone that far. Maybe because Clay Collins is such a priss, she wouldn’t want
to get dirty.
She looks at me. “You can’t do to me what he can do.”
“I can do anything he can do,” I grit out. “You want me inside of you?”
I watch her eyes fall to my mouth, a hint of my tongue showing itself.
“You want to ride me?” I offer. “I can do anything you want.”
I can do anything to her a man can do.
“But I will never touch you,” I tell her, casting a glance to the sidelines
and Megan. “I like her. She’s so ready.”
Clay’s eyes narrow, a fire lighting inside.
“You’re bland and repressed, boring and bitchy.” I grin. “Good thing is,
rich or not, those things can be fixed.”
Her own words thrown back at her from when she wrote on me in Sharpie
and the knowledge that I’ll have a good-fucking-time with anyone but her
makes her eyes turn red. She growls, shoving me in the chest, and I laugh,
fisting her shirt and dragging her down to the grass with me.
We roll, whistles sound, and the crowd goes wild, the showdown they
expected by two rival teams taking a twist they didn’t expect.
“Oh, you wanna be on top, huh?” I tease, Clay straddling me.
She screams, more pissed off, and I just laugh, barely noticing all the
arms trying to pull us apart.