~Bianca
I was certain my heart had stopped.
"s**t," Jax hissed, though he didn't pull out. If anything, he gripped my hip tighter, his thumb digging into my skin.
The grounds manager, a middle-aged man named Mr. Henderson, stood paralyzed near the sideline.
Miller slowly removed his c**k from my mouth and I was finally able to breath again.
He stood up fully exposed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Henderson," Miller called out. "Go back to the office. Forget you saw anything, and there’s a signed jersey and a stack of money waiting for you in the morning. Or, stay and lose your pension for 'harassing' students. Your call."
The manager’s throat bobbed. He looked at me, and then back at Miller. Without a word, he turned, grabbed his flashlight, and scurried back in
