“This has nothing to do with what happened before and everything to do with the way that little shit is smirking while he eye-fucks you,” he swore while he looked down at the ground. “The very idea that this guy’s hands have been on you and I have to stand here without being able to beat the shit out of him fucking sucks.”

I turned my head around to see that Eric was watching us very closely with a smug little grin on his face. “Here’s the thing. You can’t beat the shit out of him because that wouldn’t help anything,” I said, reminding him of something he should damn well already know for himself. “But his hands were never on me before.”

Luka’s head snapped up at my words. “Never?”

“I went on a few dates with him because a mutual friend thought we’d hit it off, but things never went that far. I didn’t even think he was that interested in me because all he wanted to talk about was himself each time we went out,” I admitted.

Luka ran his eyes up and down my body. “Trust me. He was very interested.”

“That doesn’t really matter because I wasn’t,” I pointed out. “And I shouldn’t tell you all of this because the way you confronted me about this pisses me off, but he is being a jerk and pushing all your buttons, so I’ll cut you a little slack.”

I could feel Luka’s body relax as he realized he wasn’t going to be in the doghouse for very long.

“What shouldn’t you tell me?”

“Not only did I never have sex with him, but I never even kissed him. Anywhere,” I stressed, thinking about his mention of a blowjob earlier. “And the only place he’s ever kissed me is on the cheek when I turned my head to avoid his goodbye kiss on our last date before I told him I just wasn’t interested.”

“Okay. I guess I can let him live then,” Luka said. “But only after I get to rub in his face that I get to touch you however and whenever I want and he couldn’t even get to first base with you.”

And he proceeded to do just that by lifting me up on my tiptoes and kissing me deeply. His hands swept down to my ass to drag my body even closer to his. One hand crept back up and wrapped into my ponytail as he bent my head back and ravaged my mouth. I was faintly aware of the catcalls from behind us but couldn’t gather my wits as Luka devoured me. Minutes passed with us plastered together before he finally pulled away with a triumphant grin on his face.

“You still owe me an apology,” I muttered once I was able to think clearly again after that kiss.

Luka pinched my ass before replying, “How about I give you a fuckpology instead?”

“What?” I asked, my jaw dropping open in shock.

He grinned at me wickedly and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I could just say I’m sorry or I could show you exactly how sorry I am. In bed. Which one would you prefer I do?”

“Hey, Lexi,” I called out to my best friend.

“Yeah?” she asked.

I grabbed my sandals and shirt and replied while putting them on, “Luka and I have to bail. He’s got practice tonight, and with that tournament coming up after Christmas, he needs to get some rest so he’s in tip-top shape.”

“Rest, hmmmmm?” Lexi teased. “Is that what they’re calling it nowadays?”

“Oh, there will be resting,” Luka muttered as he grabbed my hand and led me past everyone to the door. “After I’m done with you, you’ll definitely need to take a nap.”

chapter 10

luka

That day at the pool might have been the first time I owed Aubrey a fuckpology, but it certainly wasn’t the last. It was possible that she let me get away with a hell of a lot because she enjoyed them so much. They were the shit.

The only problem was that I kept fucking up in the first place. Aubrey hadn’t been far off when she’d called me a caveman because I found myself wanting to drag her by her hair to my cave on a regular basis. Like whenever other guys were around. She was just too damn sexy for her own good, and it was like she didn’t even have any idea of the havoc she wreaked on the male population on campus.

Like right now, for example—standing there, talking to a guy after class who was trying to look interested in whatever they were talking about while also trying to look down her shirt without Aubrey noticing. She could be so damn clueless sometimes, and it drove me even more nuts. I had to mark my fucking territory all the time so other guys couldn’t miss that she was mine. Even from my own damn teammates sometimes and they already knew better than to pull that shit with her.