Body Checked By My Straight Captain Chapter 28
Jace looks between us. At my wrecked face.
At Connor still breathing hard beneath me.
Then down at the bulge in his pants. His smile disappears. “So what do I get?”
Connor’s arm tightens around my waist. “Nothing.”
Jace laughs once. “That right?”
“You heard me.”
The air between them goes electric.
“I helped you make him finish.”
Connor’s eyes flash. “You touched him.”
“And he liked it.”
“Fuck off.”
Jace looks at me. Hungry. Unfinished. “And what do you think, Prince?”
Before I can answer, the bus lights snap on.
Seats creak. Guys start waking.
Someone calls from the front—
“Ten minutes!”
Oh fuck.
I scramble off Connor’s lap and try to fix myself.
Then I reach for the hoodie that’s been covering us. Connor’s team hoodie.
GRIFFITH across the back. His number underneath.
But it’s gone.
I turn.
Jace is already standing in the aisle with it.
He looks at the damp stain across the fabric.
Then at us.
“Actually…”
His smile turns wicked.
“I think this is my souvenir.”
Connor starts to stand.
I grab his arm. Too many guys are awake now. Too many eyes.
Jace folds the hoodie under his arm.
Connor’s name. Connor’s number. Our mess all over it.
If he shows anyone—Jace has proof.