The parking lot of the gym shimmered in the sunlight of midday and the asphalt was heating up, but it did not help warm the cold creeping in the spine of Gezza.
His greasy hair stuck to his forehead, his hoodie ragged and sweaty, the scratches of Mia still stinging his back, and his ribs throbbing.
Riley walked next to him, her muscled body straight and dog tags clattering over her tank top.
The passion he had filled her with in the locker room traced her closer, her hand touching his arm, her body and her strength his weapon, resentful, his own.
His Playbook had vibrated in his back pack. Gezza shivered and the pleasure of Rileys submission with the fear of having his balls gripped tightening his cock.
They arrived at Mia's Black coupe he borrowed, whose smooth hood was shining like a treasure of her money.
