CHAPTER 83: [R18] HALFTIME SHOW

The halftime break split the arena in two worlds.

In the Skull Diggers’ locker room, the mood was mixed. A couple of players laughed, saying Nash couldn’t hold on forever.

One suggested, half‑joking, that Salida should stroll into the hallway during the break, just in case the guy’s dick finally crumbled.

Another added that one little kiss and he would snap.

Salida didn’t answer. She sat on the bench, arms crossed under her chest, cheeks puffed in frustration.

For once, she wasn’t smirking. Her mind replayed the moment, his grin, sharp and predatory, staring right through her like he would devour her body and soul.

Her thighs pressed together without her noticing, a blush creeping in.

"What the hell is this guy..." she muttered, unheard in the chatter.

On the other side, the Blacklist locker room was anything but calm. The team was burning with anger, voices rising.

Jinzo slammed his fist against a locker.

"This joke proves it! I told you not to trust him. We’re slipping because everything runs through him."

Mac and Drex backed him.

"He’s right. We’ve got nothing if he’s locked up. You benched the wrong people. Me and Jinzo should’ve stayed in. Nia and Alicia are useless like Nia’s bra."

That hit a nerve. Nia shot up, eyes blazing.

"More useless than your balls? Say that again when you don’t need your boyfriends to talk!"

Alicia was right there too, spitting venom.

"We’re not the problem, you just can’t keep up. We’re better than you so stay down like a good dog."

The room nearly tore in half. Shouts, accusations, sneakers stomping. Victoria stayed quiet, adjusting her glasses. Then her voice cracked like ice.

"Silence."

The room froze. Her cold gaze cut through each of them until the noise was gone.

Finally, she turned to Nash.

"You. What’s your plan?"

Every eye followed. Nash leaned back on the bench, towel draped around his shoulders, sweat still dripping.

Despite everything, he looked calm, almost too calm. They were worried because they couldn’t read the game, but he was the one writing it.

"Yeah. I’ve got one." He looked straight at Nia. "Come with me."

She blinked, startled, then followed. The two of them slipped out of the locker room, heading toward the showers.

Nia’s steps slowed, her nerves twisting into a teasing tone.

"So... me? Right here, alone with you? Didn’t know you liked shower talks so much. You going to tell me to rinse and repeat? Because I’m ready to give even better."

Nash smirked, still not a word. With his back turned, she couldn’t see his face. She gulped, voice lower now.

"But... why me? Why not Mac or Drex? They’re the ones barking loud. They’re against you... unlike me..." she pushed on, tone sharp. "It couldn’t be me, right? I mean, I’ve given my all, played better today than—"

Nash stopped, couldn’t hold his laugh. He turned, shaking his head.

"Relax, Nia. You’re freaking out for nothing," he teased.

He let the silence stretch until she shifted on her feet. Then his eyes narrowed, serious.

"It’s Salida. She’s messing with me bad. I can keep it together, but I’ve been walking around with a hard-on since she started. If I go back out like this, I can’t focus."

He exhaled, softer, smirking to ease her nerves.

"So no, I’m not cutting you loose. You’ve been killing it. I just... need your help to let off some steam before the second half."

Nia froze, lips parting, her shock turning into a slow smile. Her eyes glinting, she stepped closer, close enough for her breath to warm his chest.

"So that’s it... you want me to take care of it?"

She laughed lowly.

"You idiot, you know how much I was worried? You’ve been making me wait so long, Nash. And now you’re asking me to help you? Right during halftime?"

Her hand slid down, brushing the edge of his shorts, teasing.

"Tch... You don’t know how much I’ve been dying for this."

She tugged at her jersey and peeled it off, sweat gleaming on her tanned skin. Her bra clung tight, pressing up her medium, perfect breasts. She pulled it down with a playful grin, letting them bounce free, nipples already hard.

Her shorts slipped off too, her ass full and bouncy, thighs flexing, pussy glistening.

Nash’s breath caught. She looked like she had been waiting for this moment her whole life.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Fine. I’ll help you. But you owe me... Every.Single.Drop."

She giggled and dropped to her knees, tugging his shorts down slow.

His cock slapped against her face when it sprang free, making her laugh louder. She kissed the tip playfully, whispering.

"At last... Finally mine again." Only then did she stand, grinning like she’d just unwrapped a gift.

They started walking toward the player baths, the echo of their footsteps sharp in the empty corridor.

Nash’s eyes kept slipping down. Nia’s ass was bouncing with every step, round and juicy, her tanned and sweaty skin glowing under the dim hall light.

She swayed side to side on purpose, every sway a little slower, a little deeper, like she was daring him to stare.

This girl was going to kill him. That ass could start wars. He knew she was teasing, and he couldn’t even be mad. It was too good not to watch.

She stopped short a couple of times so that he bumped right into her, his hips brushing her backside.

She laughed, rubbing one ass cheek against him slowly, dragging across his thigh. Nash reached up, massaging her shoulders.

"Tick tock, captain," she teased, glancing back with a smirk. "Think we can beat the buzzer?"

Nash chuckled, squeezing her waist.

"If you stop stalling, maybe."

She giggled, her body shivering under his hands.

His hands slid lower, cupping her breasts. He squeezed from behind, rolling them in his palms.

Her nipples dragged across his palms, sensitive, making her moan louder. He could feel the soft weight filling his hands, hot and slick from sweat.

She arched her back, pushing her ass out more until it brushed him harder. When he pressed her toward the shower entrance, her damp pussy rubbed across his thigh.

The heat shocked him, wet, silky, so close he shivered. Both of them gasped, breath catching.

She reached back suddenly, grinding her ass cheeks against his shaft, trapping it between them. The thick length slid up and down the cleft, each squeeze of her cheeks making it pulse.

She grinned, giving a playful shake, twerking slowly. Nash groaned, the friction tight and hot, every rub sending sparks through him.

It felt too real, her ass swallowing him even without penetration.

"Like that?" she teased, glancing over her shoulder.

Nash growled, gripping her hips tighter.

"You’re insane... and I’m loving it."