Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“Swear to God, I have never seen a finer ass on any woman,” Kyle said, biting his knuckles and doing a little spin.
“Yeah, well I hope you’ve made peace with the fact that looking at it is all you’ll ever do,” Zeke popped back.
“Pshh, just what a pussy-whipped simp would say.” Kyle waved him off. “Just because you’re soft from only having one girl in your bed for two seasons now doesn’t mean the rest of us are.”
Riley gave Kyle a fake smile before flipping him off and heading toward the showers, clearly done with the conversation.
“You don’t stand a chance,” Clay told Kyle, wiping his forehead with a towel before hanging it over his shoulder.
Kyle crossed his arms on a devilish smirk. “Is that a challenge?”
“No,” I cut in, blood pulsing in my neck. “It’s a reminder that she’s a member of our training staff and the daughter of our head coach — who made it pretty clear that she was off limits the first time he walked into this locker room.”
Every head spun toward me, and Kyle’s eyebrow shot up before he let out a high-pitched laugh. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you, Cap.”
I blinked, looking back down at where I was untying my other cleat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure. That’s why you had her practically naked in our back yard last week, right?”
Those disrespectful words aimed toward Julep were an incendiary device on my already-frayed emotions.
My teeth nearly shattered from how hard I gritted them when I stood, and in a flash, I had Kyle pinned by the neck against the lockers. He just laughed harder as I pressed into his space.
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I spat. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut your fucking mouth.”
“Careful,” he said with a wink. “Don’t want to hurt your precious arm there.”
I pressed my left forearm even more into his neck, hating the challenge I saw in his eyes before Clay carefully peeled me off him, and Zeke stepped in, too, pulling Kyle in the opposite direction.
“Alright,” Leo said, exchanging looks with Clay and Zeke before snapping his towel between me and Kyle. “That’s enough machismo for today. Neither of you stand a chance of fucking the coach’s daughter, so let’s just drop it, hey?”
“Speak for him,” Kyle said, nodding toward me. His eyes flicked toward Coach’s office to make sure the door was still closed before he shrugged the guys off and pinned me with a glare. “You may have had her playing in the dirt with you in her bra and underwear, Cap, but it’ll be my bed she lands in. I promise you that.”
I surged toward him, ready to plow his fucking teeth in — shoulder be damned. But Zeke and Clay both caught me and shoved me back, which only made Kyle laugh like he’d already won. He winked at me before dropping his shorts and sauntering toward the shower, letting his dick swing the whole way.
“Get off me,” I growled, shoving my friends away before I kicked my cleats toward my locker and reached in for my shirt, tugging it on a bit too quickly. My shoulder stung, but I ignored it.
Leo squeezed my healthy shoulder, he and the other two hovering behind me as I tried to school my breaths.
“Coach’s daughter,” he said, so low only the four of us could hear it.
“I know,” I bit back.
“Then fucking act like it,” Zeke added, and I turned to face him, to face all three of them, ready to fight like an animal backed into a corner.
But when I met their gazes, I saw nothing but the concern of my brothers, my friends who loved me like family.
They could see right through me, my walls nothing but glass to them.
I let out a long breath, my head falling back against the locker before I shook it. “Yeah, no. I’m fine. Just… tired.”
It was a sorry excuse, one I knew didn’t fool any of them as they exchanged looks. But they nodded, and Leo squeezed my shoulder once more before releasing me.
“We’ll blow off some steam tonight,” he assured me. “Pong. You’re on my team.”
I nodded, though I knew no amount of beer could make me not act like an absolute psycho when I heard someone talk that way about Julep — especially a scumbag like Kyle Robbins. He was the worst of the worst, the kind of guy you hated as a human but depended on as a player. He was the best tight end in our division, which meant we were lucky to have him. But he was also a disrespectful misogynist who cared more about how much money he could make from a shoe deal than whether our team won the championship or not.