Chapter 4

The name hit me like a slap. “Vi?”

I froze with him still buried inside me, lace shoved aside, mask glued to my damp skin and his teammate kept talking through the door like the world hadn’t just cracked open.

“Cash. Serious. Coach is pissed about the video. And people are saying Reyes was seen heading this way.”

Cash didn’t pull out. He didn’t move. His cock twitched deep, thick and punishing, while his eyes stayed locked on the lace covering my face. I could feel every inch of him, I could smell sex, whiskey, and panic.

I did the…