Free The PreGame Ritual (Lynstone University Book 1) by Alexandra Warren Page B

a break from the crowd, I was sandwiched by two girls with one grinding in front of me and the other grazing my ass. I looked down and would’ve swore it was Ava if she had red hair. But since it looked so much like her without actually being her, I knew exactly who it was. I turned my head to get a glance at who was behind me and had to look way down to find Erica.
    What the hell are they doing?
    I tried to get out from between them but got caught with a crowd forming around us and cheering us on. Somehow, Cam made his way over to us with his phone in his hand, most likely recording the whole thing.
    “That’s my dawg! Got two of the baddest on ‘em!” I rolled my eyes before I tried to escape again. “Hell nah, bruh. You better enjoy it while you can!” Avery turned around and snaked her way down my body, making sure to stop with her head right by my dick as she shook her ass left and right against the ground. Any other day, it would’ve been a dream come true to have two fine ass girls dancing on me. But tonight, it was practically a nightmare; especially with the two particular girls that were involved.
    “Yo, my Snapchat is going nuts with people watchin’ this shit!”
    Damn, he uploaded it already?
    I turned my attention back to the girls and would’ve been kiddin’ myself if I didn’t acknowledge the fact that Avery was working with a little somethin’. Her eyes read a little differently than Ava’s though. While Ava was all basketball and seriousness in a sexy way, Avery was straight sex; like she just knew she could fuck me if she wanted to...and she did want to even though I dated her homegirl/accomplice first.
    Fuckin’ slide.
    The song switched over - thank goodness - and I was finally able to break free. I thought I was making a clean exit until Avery stepped right in front of me.
    “Where are you going, baby? We’re just getting started.”
    “Chill with that, Avery. You’re lucky I danced with you once.”
    She acted all surprised when she said, “Damn. What’s the attitude about? You sure didn’t seem to mind when I had my ass on you.”
    I quickly corrected her, “Actually, I did mind. I just didn’t wanna embarrass you. So if you wanna keep your lucky streak alive, I suggest you move out of my way.”
    She moved to the side but as I was walking away she yelled, “You’ll never have all of her attention. All she cares about is basketball. All she’ll ever care about is basketball.”
    Wait what?
    I had assumed that she still didn’t know much about the relationship between Ava and I, but apparently I was wrong. I didn’t wanna give her any satisfaction so I threw back, “Well lucky for me, I care a lot about basketball too.”
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    She was mad.
    She tried to play it off, tried to act unbothered, but I knew her well enough to know she wasn’t exactly happy to see me when I crashed her solo workout. I could pretty much assume she had saw the video of her sister and I on Snapchat but I wasn’t gonna out myself for no reason.
    “No breaks for you, huh?”
    “Practice makes perfect,” She replied as she shot what was probably her hundredth three-pointer. I jogged to grab the rebound.
    “I missed you last night.”
    She wouldn’t even look at me, just tossed out, “Hmph. That’s funny.”
    “Funny? Funny how?” I questioned, as I threw the ball back to her.
    “I didn’t think it was possible for you to miss me with my…” she shot another three-pointer and it went in all net just like the one before it. “sister’s ass all in your face.”
    So it was definitely the video causing her little attitude. I jogged to grab the rebound once again before tossing the ball back to her.
    “It was just a dance, ma.”
    This time instead of shooting it, she put the ball against her hip, “And you called me naive. Well let me let you in on a little secret. You know the whole friendly banter shit you claim dudes be on to fuck; you just met the female equivalent. And trust me,