The training resumed, but things got absolutely wild. Rumi was playing defense like a beast, just way too strong. Every time they bumped, it felt like a car crash. Nash had to push himself just to keep from getting knocked over, and Rumi was like the 4th best center on the team if you count Nash. She shouldn't have been this scary, way to show how powerful the beast mode was.
But pretty soon, she stopped caring about the score. Her goal wasn't the game anymore, but "The Game". She wasn't even looking for the ball anymore; she was looking for his skin. She got all touchy, pressing her body against him every chance she got. All that sweat on her just seemed to make her hornier.
"Rumi," Nash laughed, barely catching his breath after she slammed him against the wall. "The ball is over there."
"I don't give a fuck 'bout no ball," she breathed out, pressing her forehead right into his chest.
