“It’s got to be that mouth. I’ve fucked that cobweb-filled cunt. Dry as a desert, man. Thank God she was a virgin so I had a little bit of blood to lube things up with,” Hunter slurs with a laugh as he slides in from the side.
Humiliation washes over me as tears fill my eyes. I try and duck under the guy’s arm but he grabs me and pins me in place with one large hand between my breasts.
“That right, nerd girl? You got a mouth that does tricks? How ‘bout you hit your knees and show me? Tate’s never minded sharing before. Can’t see him caring for someone like you.”
I’m a split second away from screaming for help when the gin-soaked guy in front of me gets yanked away and slammed against Beckett’s chest. Jude gives me a quick wink and then turns on him while I see Hunter slither away from the corner of my eye.
“Better yet, how aboutyouget onyourknees and suckmydick, Sam? Let’s see if your mouth is useful for anything besides running trash out of it?” Jude taunts him while Beckett holds his arms to keep him in place.
“What the hell, Jude? Are you fucking her too? Lay off man, I was just playing with the bitch!”
The dark look that crosses Jude’s eyes has a shiver running down my back and my breathing picking up. All the fun goofiness that I normally see from him is gone. In its place is a man you should…run…from. I should be scared of who this guy just became right in front of my eyes but instead, I lean a little closer to see exactly what he’s going to do. He chuckles a humorless laugh.
“Know what? Changed my mind. I don’t want that herpes tunnel anywhere near my dick but here’s something else for you to suck on.”
Jude’s fist flies faster than I can believe to punch Sam right in the mouth. The sudden violence should be shocking to me but instead, my core clenches and heats up. This guy I barely know just hit another…for me… and it sings to something deep down and dark in me. I swallow hard when he leans in close and swipes some of the blood that’s bloomed on Sam’s mouth with his thumb and he licks it off.
“You don’t look at her, you don’t talk to her, and you sure as fuck don’t touch her. Let the others know. She’s off limits. If I have to have this conversation again…I won’t lick your blood off…I’ll fucking drink it down. Ya hear me?” Jude tells him in the coldest tone I’ve ever heard and then swings those cold, flat, golden eyes my way. One blink and they warm back up and he hits me with his usual grin.
“Ready to get out of here, baby doll? We could go back to our place and pretend we’re Canadians, do some beaver bashin’!” He jokes, trying to soothe me.
All I can do is nod slowly, take the hand he offers, and let him lead me out with Beckett at my back.
BECKETT
Isit in the stadium stands watching what used to be my team run drills during practice and try not to rage out my anger for everyone to hear. I just had my last meeting with the medical team and got the final answer I’ve been dreading. My football career is officially over. Too much damage done and too much weakness to be of any use to the team. I drop my head into my hands and try and breathe through the hopelessness that’s threatening to consume me at having my last hope snatched away.
What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Football has been the only constant in my life since I first put the pads on. I’ve got nothing else. My father shipped me off to boarding school a month after my mom died and has barely acknowledged me since. When I did go home for holidays it was often to an empty house with just some woman he paid to watch me while he jetted off with whatever bimbo he was currently fucking. I know the bastard would give me a job after graduation but what’s the point of that? Alone in a job I have no interest or passion for sounds like a death sentence to me.
I look up and watch Tate throw a perfect spiral to Jude downfield and slump back into the seat. That’s my family down there. How am I supposed to just walk away and never be with them again?
Tate and I met at prep school when we were thirteen. We connected right away both on and off the field. With both of us having shitty fathers and a love of football it was an easy bond and we ended up rooming together until graduation. There was no question of us both going to the same university and playing together. We knew we might end up on different teams after the draft but we had a plan to do our best to try and go together.
We met Jude and Ash as freshmen and the four of us just clicked. Ash doesn’t play but he is involved with the team, interning and volunteering for experience to go along with the sports medicine degree he is working on. The last two years playing, partying, and living together have bonded us into our own little family group where we now spend most of our holidays together too. Now that’s all going to come to an end. Ash and I will stay on here for this year and next to complete our degrees but Tate and Jude will be drafted and gone when this year is over and I’ve never felt so fucking lost.
Ash dumps himself into the seat next to mine and kicks his motorcycle boots up on the seat in front of him. He doesn’t say anything, he knows why I was here today. We sit and watch the team run their drills and plays in silence until practice comes to an end and then make our way down the steps to the field. That dick bag, Sam, spots me and throws up a finger flag with a smirk my way and I wish it had been me that got to taste his blood the other night.
“What’s that about?” Ash asks with a laugh.
I clench my hands into fists thinking about how satisfying it would be to punch someone right now.
“He went after Tate’s girl the other night. Had her pinned up against a wall and was trash-talking her. Scared her a little bit so Jude took a shot at him.”
Ash arches an eyebrow. “The fake one?” When I nod, he rolls his eyes. “So why’s Sam mad at you?”
I smirk. “Might have been holding him in place for that shot.”
Ash shakes his head. “You and Jude trying for your hero boy scout badges? That whole sitch is fucking weird if you ask me. What I don’t get is if he was going to do something like that, then why’d he pick a little nothing mouse like her?”
I just shrug. “Don’t know, but a girl like her, she doesn’t deserve to be thrown to the wolves like that.”
He side-eyes me. “A girl like her? What’s that mean?”
I roll my eyes at how much of an ass he is. “It means, she’s nice. She’s not like the regular bitches that flock to us. That girl doesn’t want to be around any of us. She just got caught up in a shitty deal.”
He doesn’t say anything to that but now I’m thinking about scared blue eyes behind too-big glasses.
SAVY
