Too bad for him, so was I. As sincere in that fact as wanting to individually pluck out each of Madison’s eyelash extensions with a pair of tweezers.
“Seriously, boys. Let them go.”
“Boone,” Cole reiterates with an arrogance that reads—I’m above you—to anyone with ears. “I said I had it covered.”
He was judge and jury. Authority not one to challenge.
Boone blows his whistle, eyes pulsating while Cole stays his usual indifferent self. The hellhounds had power and they used it to their every advantage.
Knowing Cole was a lost cause, he looks to Eli who was more than willing to oblige. Dropping Madison like she was a sting to a bee.
Her glower can be felt from here.
“Cool it,” Cole warns, giving me one last squeeze, releasing me.
Coach nods, pacified. His eyes rolling up to the ceiling, walking off, mumbling, “Lord knows we don’t need a lawsuit.”
This guy had trained some of the top athletes in the world but couldn’t grow a backbone in front of a couple of teenagers.
I huff like Cole needed more of his ego stroked. Boone as useless as everyone else.
A slow bitchy grin spreads across Madison’s face. “Did the shirt a favor.”
I was being spun before I even had time to look for myself. Cole’s naturally reclusive eyes widening slightly. His shirt thrown off and hastily thrown onto my body in seconds.
He shoots me a look, but I swore if he so much as smirks, I was going to lose it. It was my body. He had no right.
My teeth clenched. “Get frostbit, Iceman.”
Then I may or may not have maturely stomped my foot. Finn howling out his laughter while Cole watched me with cool attentive eyes.
“Iceman, ha! Why hadn’t I thought of that.” He broods, wiping at his watering eye. Cole not finding it as amusing, upper lip thinning out.
Opening my mouth, I’m about to give thembotha piece of my mind when my tongue gets stuck to my teeth. Cole is naked, at least from the waist up.
A bit of saliva gets stuck in my throat because holy shit is he shredded.
Muscle packed on top of more muscle, packed on top of more.
A pair of washboard abs staring me in the face. The ridges smooth and taut. I had the sudden urge to run my fingers along them and feel every groove. Broad sculpted chest. Toned strong arms that had been holding me only minutes before. All leading up to a prominent collarbone.
I watch in fascination as a muscle in his cheek flexes. A troubled pinch to his eye when his focus shifts to my mouth. Cole had the face of an angel and a body even the devil would be tempted by.
“Are you done eye banging him now?” Madison barks, breaking my enthrallment.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.I got called out for checking out Cole Kellet.
I blink, clearing my thoughts. What was wrong with me?
My skin prickles as our gazes lock again. His face of pure malice. That expression before lost. It almost seemed like desire, hunger?
I shake my head; embarrassment doesn’t even begin to describe how I felt. Not having to look at Madison to know her eyes are filled with fresh new hatred.
Humiliation humbling me.
Cutting the nimble strings of my infatuation, I shove past. Cole’s eyebrow arching when I add a little extra gusto that doesn’t make him flinch but makes me feel better, cutting by.
I had to check up on the one person who got me into this mess.