Filthy Duality: Zero Self-Control, No Safe Words

[Kyla]

The afternoon heat was brutal. It baked the artificial turf and made my jersey stick right to my back.

I gripped the football, my fingers digging hard into the laces. I was Kyla, the star quarterback, the guy who never missed a throw. But today, I simply could not focus.

A sharp whistle cut through the air;

"Timeout!"

I groaned out loud. I didn't even need to look over my shoulder to know who it was. Leonard, my team captain and the absolute bane of my existence.

Leo jogged over to me, his helmet already off, his messy dark hair damp with sweat. He looked way too good for a guy who just spent two hours tackling people in the dirt.

"Your stance is a total mess, Kyla," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, smug tone he saved just for me.

Before I could tell him to back off, Leo stepped right behind me. He was massive, a solid wall of muscle, and he clearly did not care about personal space. His hands grabbed my hips, his large palms burning hot through the thin fabric of my practice pants.

"Drop your center of gravity," he murmured right against my ear.

I completely froze. He pulled me backward, pressing my ass flush against his groin. He was rock hard. I knew it, and he definitely knew I knew it.

"You are way too stiff right here," Leo whispered, his hot breath hitting the side of my neck and making me shiver. "Need someone to loosen you up?"

My heart slammed against my ribs. I shoved my elbow back, breaking his iron grip, and spun around with my face burning bright red.

"Watch your damn hands, Leo," I snapped, trying desperately to keep my voice steady. "I know how to throw a ball."

Leo just smirked. He tapped the side of my helmet. "Just trying to help the team, Ky. Do not flatter yourself."

He blew his whistle again and jogged away, leaving me standing there with my pulse roaring in my ears and my lower half throbbing for absolutely no reason.

I love women.

I am strictly into girls.

But Leo always knew exactly how to get under my skin.

Practice finally ended, and I practically ran to the showers. I stripped off my gear and turned the water as cold as it would go.

I needed to wash the sweat off, but more than that, I needed to scrub away the phantom feeling of Leo's hands locked onto my hips.

I leaned against the wet tiles, letting the cold water hit my face. I was the campus playboy.

I had a different girl in my bed every single weekend. I did not get turned on by my annoying, arrogant, insanely hot team captain.

"Save some hot water for the rest of us."

My eyes snapped open. Leo walked into the shower area, wearing absolutely nothing but a thin white towel slung dangerously low on his waist.

Drops of water ran down his broad, carved chest and disappeared right into the v-line pointing straight down into his towel.

I swallowed hard, forcing my eyes up to his face. "There are twenty other shower heads, Leo. Pick one."

Leo completely ignored me. He walked right up to the stall next to mine, close enough that water splashed from my shoulders onto his bare arms.

He leaned against the wall, crossing his thick arms, and gave me that familiar, cocky grin.

"You ran off the field pretty fast today," Leo said.

His dark eyes flicked down my wet body, slow and deliberate, making my skin prickle with heat.

"Something got you wound up?"

"I am just tired of you breathing down my neck," I shot back, grabbing my soap. "Literally."

Leo chuckled. It was a deep, rough sound that vibrated right through me. "You act like you hate it, Kyla. But your face was awfully red out there."

"It is ninety degrees outside," I grumbled. I turned off the water, grabbed my own towel, and wrapped it securely around my waist.

"And for the hundredth time, I am straight. Completely straight. So quit playing games."

Leo stepped right into my path as I tried to walk past him. He was taller than me, wider, and he knew exactly how to use his size to make me feel small.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just an inch from mine.

"Keep telling yourself that, Ky," he whispered.

He pulled back, winked at me, and blew a totally obnoxious kiss right in my face before stepping into the running water.

I stormed out of the shower room, gripping my towel so tight my knuckles turned white.

My whole body was hot, buzzing with a frustrated, angry energy. I hated him. I really, truly hated him.

I threw my locker open and aggressively started pulling my clothes on.

"Whoa, easy there, killer. Did the locker insult your mother?"

I looked up. Jax, my best friend and our wide receiver, was sitting on the bench, tying his sneakers. He looked at my flushed face and laughed.

"Leo again?" Jax asked, shaking his head. "You two act like a married couple going through a nasty divorce. Just ignore the guy."

"I am trying," I muttered, pulling my shirt over my head. "He is just unbearable."

"Well, I have the perfect cure for that," Jax said. He leaned forward, dropping his voice like he was sharing a state secret. "You know that private warehouse out by the county line? The one nobody uses?"

I frowned, zipping up my bag. "Yeah. What about it?"

"There is a party this weekend. And I do not mean a regular frat party with cheap beer. I am talking about an anonymous, no rules, anything goes sex party. Masks at the door, pitch black rooms, pure debauchery."

My ears perked up instantly. A party full of girls, in the dark, where nobody knew who I was. It was exactly what I needed.

I needed to bury myself in some random woman until I completely forgot the feeling of Leo pulling my hips against his groin.

"I am in," I said without missing a single beat.

Jax grinned, slapping my shoulder hard. "That is my boy. The legendary campus playboy returns. Get ready to get your dick wet, Ky."

"Trust me," I said, slamming my locker shut. "That is exactly the plan."

I needed a girl, and I needed one fast. I was going to prove to myself once and for all that I was straight.