Page 7 of Breaking Rules


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Thank God.My body couldn’t take seeing her in a bikini. “I could also use a drink,” I mumbled.

Austin pulled out his phone. “Sounds good to me. Just don’t break anyone’s collarbone.”

Principal Flynn walked out, straightening his tie over his large gut, then wiped sweat off his head with one of the handkerchiefs he kept on him at all times.

“Have you seen Derek, Elvira, and Reagan?” I asked Austin. I’d been so caught up in Montana that I hadn’t seen what happened to the others.

Austin tapped out a text. “They’re fine.”

Principal Flynn cleared his throat through a bullhorn. “Okay, students. We’ve had an accident in the chemistry lab that I’m afraid will take all day to clean up and make sure the school is safe for your return tomorrow. If anything changes, we’ll have updated information on the school’s website tonight.”

Montana grumbled.

I leaned forward slightly, angling my head around Austin, then pinned Montana with a glare. “Did the principal say something that bothers you?”

Her nose wrinkled, then a fucking smile broke out on her luscious lips. “None of your business.”

Rein in your dick, asshole.

Our little banter ended when students hummed their praises over Principal Flynn’s announcement. Kids dispersed in all directions. So surfing, beach time, and drinking would ensue, or one or two beers at most. I couldn’t drink that much with football practice later that afternoon. Sun, beer, and heat weren’t a good trio. Not to mention, I’d been cutting back on drinking since I landed at the police station back in June. Any trouble from me would ruin my chances of a scholarship with USC. They’d heard that I’d broken the Clemson quarterback’s collarbone at a party, and even though Clemson was a huge USC rival, they weren’t pleased with me. Neither were my old man and Coach Holmes.

Elvira’s squeaky voice brought me out of my reminiscence. “So a beach day?” Her heavily mascaraed eyes flashed with excitement. “Montana, come with us.”

Montana hurried away, faster than the speed of light. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to help my mom unpack.”

Elvira chased her. “Come on. It will be fun. We’ll watch the guys surf, and we can get to know one another.”

Their voices faded, and I admired Montana’s fine ass before Austin stepped into my view. “You want her, don’t you? Need I remind you that you don’t do blondes.”

“You know I’ve sworn off girls.”

“Man, what about sex?” Austin’s voice rose.

“Dude, once you have sex with a girl, they want more. And by more, I mean they want a steady relationship. They want status, a football player to marry, and money. Besides, Nina fucked up my mind. I’m not ready for steady.”

“Who said you had to give your dying love to a girl for a one-night stand?”

“Man, I got football to think about, not girlfriends.” Besides, one ride in Montana’s honey hole would surely lead to something I wasn’t ready for.

His lips quirked up. “You keep telling yourself you don’t want a piece of that ass.” He flicked his thumb over his shoulder at Montana.

I started for my Hummer. “Let’s go. The waves are calling our name.” Besides, the more we kept talking about Montana, the harder my dick would get.