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  Twice Tackled

  Madison Faye

  Contents

  Twice Tackled

  Copyright

  Mailing List

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

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  Twice Tackled

  We’re a two-man team, she’s the goal, and we never lose a game…

  Kerri

  I may be attending Texas’s biggest football college, but I am not into sports. I’m here to learn and read books, not watch grown men hit each other over a stupid ball.

  Of course, that’s before my chance encounter with the two biggest players on the team.

  They’re rough, panty-meltingly gorgeous, and totally wrong for me…

  And I want them both.

  Tucker/Russ

  Lifes good at the top. Fame, fortune, woman - we’ve got it all, or at least, everyone tells us we do. But even if we can’t place it, something’s missing.

  And then we meet Kerri Larson.

  She’s all wrong for us - smart, sassy, not into sports and not remotely interested in the guys who play ‘em.

  And that might be exactly what’s so f*cking hot about her.

  Maybe it’s cause we love a good challenge, or maybe it’s cause we’d love to show her that everything really is bigger in Texas.

  The thing is, we’re a two-man team on and off the field…

  Game on.

  Copyright © 2016 Madison Faye

  All rights reserved.

  Editing: Sennah Tate

  Cover: White Rabbit Creative

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

  All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.

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  Chapter 1

  Kerri

  “Oh my God, just have a drink.”

  I made a face and quickly shook my head as Jen tried to push the bottle of pineapple rum into my hands. “Really, I’m okay.”

  Jen huffed and turned back to my roommate Ashley. “Seriously, your roommate needs to learn how to hang if you’re going to keep bringing her around.”

  I could feel my cheeks heat as I frowned at the sneering brunette and the bitchy look on her face. Over Jen’s shoulder, I could see Ash shaking her head at me, rolling her eyes and giving me a ‘just ignore her’ look.

  “I have a test tomorrow,” I said heatedly, wondering for the tenth time why I’d even bothered to come out with Ash to her college varsity cheer-squad “get-together”. I should have just gone to the track for a late-night run like I planned.

  “Get-together” in this case meant a bunch of catty, snobby girls drinking on the bleachers of the empty stadium. Okay, some of the girls were fine, like my roommate Ashley. But then there were the other ones — the ones who took the whole cheerleading hierarchy thing entirely too seriously.

  “I mean honestly, this is why we say cheer-squad only, Ash,” Jen said flippantly, brushing her hair back and bringing the bottle of booze back to her lips.

  Seriously, WHY am I even here? I grumbled to myself before the voice inside peeped up.

  Because Ash is right, you need to get out more.

  I frowned, because I knew it was true. There I was, a college sophomore who had gone to exactly zero parties, made out with exactly zero boys, and gotten drunk exactly — you guessed it — zero times. Of course the fact that I had a 4.1 GPA, glowing feedback from professors, and three internship offers even after only a year and change into my college career didn’t seem to matter. Not when you’re young, and in college, and apparently supposed to be using your time to get drunk and make bad decisions.

  But I didn’t get the point of bad decisions. I mean the whole idea of making a mistake is that you learn from it. But me? I looked at even the option of making a bad choice, thought it through, looked at the possible outcomes and then neatly avoided the messiness of making it in the first place. Calculated, scientific, rational — perfect reasoning for a fast-tracked honors bio-chemistry student.

  Of course, the other way of looking at it was that I was just a huge nerd. I could tell myself it was because I was “above” all this silly college partying nonsense, but the truth of it was that years of books, and studying, and memorizing chemistry foundations hadn’t exactly done wonders for my social life.

  Shocking, I know.

  And it was with that in mind that I occasionally let Ash wear me down and talk me into coming out from time to time. We’d been roommates since freshman year — somehow fast friends despite her being the sporty cheerleader type. But she didn’t care about me being the book nerd with glasses and maybe one too many Doctor Who posters on my wall than a college girl should have.

  We evened each other out. I got her to focus on grades, and she got me, well, out. Still, it didn’t mean I was going to drink on a school night. And in any case, I was on my way to go for a run anyways.

  That’s another thing Ash had done for me - made me realize that not all sports were as dumb and pointless as I’d always thought of them. Yes, things like football were still very much in the “stupid and pointless” category in my head, but I had decided that running was something I was into. Maybe not enough to go out and join the track team — like I even had time for that — but enough that going for a jog just felt good. It got me up from my desk, got my heart going, and-

  My musings were suddenly interrupted by shushing from the cheer girls around me.

  “Ooo, showtime!” A girl named Heather giggled out.

  I turned around to see what she was pointing to down on the field, and quickly turned red as I rolled my eyes at myself.

  Jogging out from the sidelines were two guys in cleats, compression shorts, and muscle shirts. And while I wanted to be able to say I had no idea who these two neanderthal jocks were — that they were just some dumb college athlete types out showing off their muscles — that wasn’t quite true.

  Because I did know who they were. I knew exactly who they were.

  In fairness, everyone knew who Tucker Morgan and Russ Whitley were. You’d have to be deaf and blind, and maybe even dead to not know who the two “kings of th
e school” were on this campus. Sure, I’d picked Alamo State for it’s amazing science programs, but ninety percent of the rest of school chose it for one thing: Longhorns football.

  Me? I couldn’t have cared less about football and the idiotic deity worship the players seemed to get all over the place for it. Except…

  I blushed again as I watched the two guys start to toss a football between them. Tucker had that Americana “heart of the country” type look — the blonde hair, the flashing grey-blue eyes, and that grin right off a billboard. Russ was his slightly rougher-around-the edges brooding tall-dark and handsome counterpart.

  God. I wish I could say I was different than the rest of the girls in this school. I wished that I could claim immunity to the two men winding back to throw the ball down the field. I mean that was my “thing”, right? The science geek who was not amused or taken by the two smug, charming football jocks who dropped panties wherever they went.

  Except that was a lie — a damn dirty lie.

  Because I was not immune to them — not at all.

  I told myself it was just human chemistry — biology from millions of years of evolution that drew me to the two strong-jawed, chiseled-muscled men I was watching at that very moment. That’s all it was, I said to myself. It was stupid evolution, and my inner biology screaming that either of these males would make good “mates”.

  It was ridiculous, and I knew it. But knowing that sure as hell didn’t stop me from getting warm all over whenever either of them was near. I knew Tucker from one of the upperclassmen chemistry classes I was taking. I was surprised to see him on the first day, and I’d gotten impossibly red when he’d grinned at me that once. I told myself it was silly. He was probably in there on some special jock program — some sort of class-padding to make it look like he was there for more than just football.

  And that grin?

  Nothing special. Tucker Morgan grinned at every girl like that.

  Russ and I had a math class together and it was the same thing — the distractingly attractive dark-haired guy slouched in the back. I was entirely sure he was there just to appease some sort of college ball rules

  …Until he started answering questions correctly without being called on.

  But none of that mattered. My stupid, ridiculous little schoolgirl crushes on them were just that — stupid, and ridiculous. These two were jock royalty — the epitome of the things I rolled my eyes at, and nothing I wanted anything to do with.

  Which…did not explain why I was staring at them that very moment, feeling my cheeks get even redder as I realized how hot I was getting in places I shouldn’t have been getting hot.

  God, they were gorgeous. Of course, me being me, I’d never actually talked to either of them. Of course I hadn’t — that was the whole point of a stupid crush — to roll your eyes at yourself as you thought nauseatingly stupid thoughts about a person you had no business thinking about like that.

  Or persons.

  “Yes. Please.” I rolled my eyes as Jen meowed behind me. The guys on the field started to jog around, tossing a ball back and forth, keeping their audience captive.

  Tucker ran back and tossed a long pass to Russ, before turning towards us huddled up on the bleachers, giving the whole gaggle of cheerleaders a quick grin. Drunk giggling ensued.

  God, and here I was right in the middle of them like just some other stupid, fawning girl, falling all over herself about the two “sports stars”.

  “Hey,” I tugged Ashley’s sleeve and jerked my head. “I’m gonna get that run in before I have to go finish preparing for tomorrow’s test.”

  She nodded. “Thanks for coming out tonight.”

  I gave her a look as Jen said something shrill that cascaded into air-headed giggles while she grinned back at me.

  “Hey, wasn’t a total loss, now was it?” She winked as she nodded at the two football guys.

  I looked away before she could see my cheeks flush again.

  “See you back at the room!”

  I took a brief, cursory stretch at the bottom of the stairs before I took off around the 3200 meter track that ran around the perimeter of the football field. As I ran, I forced myself to count breaths, to monitor my pulse and my steps — to think about the chemistry stuff I had to go over later for tomorrow’s test.

  …All of it to keep myself from turning to watch Tucker and Russ, who’d now stripped shirtless as they ran through complex-looking maneuvers. And I knew all this, because my attempt at not watching them was failing.

  Miserably.

  They’re just dumb jock meat-heads.

  I kept telling myself that, like it was going to cure the pulsing heat pouring through my body every time I caught a flash of sweaty bare chest, or muscled arms rippling under the stadium lights. Just dumb jocks. Hot, criminally attractive, stupidly handsome jocks, with smiles that made my panties warm and bodies that muscled their way into my dreams.

  But still, dumb jocks nonetheless.

  Nothing I should have any interest in whatsoever.

  I kept telling myself that until my lungs started to burn and I stopped to head back for the gym locker room.

  Chapter 2

  Tucker

  We were supposed to be running through passing plays. The whole reason for these late-night drills with Russ and I was to make sure our plays and our connections were damn-well air-tight for this season. Hell, with three division titles and one national championship since we’d joined as freshman, we were looking to make our senior year season one for the damn record books.

  Except shit was not going the way it was supposed to.

  We had our roles, and our rules, Russ and I. We’d been a fucking two-man hit squad since we’d gotten picked up out of high school. Me, the quarterback with the golden arm, and Russ the brick-house that could catch a lit bomb. I shoot, he knocks em down. I call down the thunder, he reaps the whirlwind.

  Except that night? That night we were fucking shit up big time.

  It wasn’t just me either. Sure, I was tossing like a blind man, but Russ was out there running half-assed plays and missing catches my grandma could get a piece of.

  And I knew damn well why.

  “Why” was about five-foot-four and blonde, with full, juicy tits and an ass to fucking die for crammed into those hot little running shorts. “Why” had taken it upon herself to start running distance laps around the football field on that track while we were trying to practice. “Why” was capturing our attention in dangerous ways, making us miss plays, miss passes, miss the damn world around us.

  And I couldn’t speak for Russ, but “why” had my cock fucking hard as a rock in my shorts.

  I sort of knew her, but I wasn’t even sure where from. And no, not like that.

  I wished.

  Russ and I were fucking gods of campus. We could and did have our pick of any chick we wanted. And hell had we gone through ‘em. It was almost silly. Two guys like us? At this football-obsessed university?

  “Shooting fish in a barrel” didn’t quite do it justice.

  It felt like we were damn kings. Being co-captains of the Longhorns did wonders. All those shiny trophies we brought home sure as hell didn’t hurt. But the NFL knocking on our doors trying to get us to commit to what we were doing next year?

  Yeah, girls by the dozen.

  And of course — well, Russ and I were the best of friends. We were each like the brother the other never had. Hell, we were closer than brothers. And being that close? Well, we shared a lot of things. MVP titles, the swank off-campus apartment…

  And women.

  We were a two-man team on and off the field. And I sure didn’t hear any complaints from the girls who were lucky enough to get filled up by the two of us. The girls who were usually too busy moaning around my thick cock while Russ fucked them harder and deeper than those little coeds had ever been fucked before.

  Or hell, when I’d suggest one let me explore new territory, if ya know what I mean.

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nbsp; Nothing better than being the first man to take a girl’s ass.

  But none of that shit mattered right there on that field that night. Hell, all of it just went up like smoke in my head the second my eyes locked on that girl. How the fuck did I know this girl? Hell, how did Russ? We certainly hadn’t fucked her — hell I know I’d have remembered that.

  But here we were — two guys who lived, breathed, and bled football — dropping basic plays and fumbling around like chumps as she ran laps through our damn heads.

  Chemistry class.

  Shit, that was who she was — that’s where I’d seen her. She was a sophomore, I think, but a smarty pants apparently for taking an senior level class like that.

  Oh yeah, hell did I know her now.

  She usually wore thick black glasses, and damn — I ain’t never seen those killer curves on her before. She kept them covered up, and Lord was that a sin of the highest degree. Those perfect, full tits bouncing in that tank top, and that ass I just wanted to sink my teeth into, hugged by those tight shorts.

  That high ponytail that I just wanted to grab ahold of and hang onto.

  The football thudded into my shin, making me hiss as I jerked my head up. Russ was grinning at me as he trotted towards me.

  “Jesus fuck man, you go blind?”

  I growled as I bent to get the ball, rubbing my shin. “I know, I know. But look who’s talking, dude.”

  Russ’s jaw tightened as he pushed his fingers through his thick dark hair. “Yeah, guilty.” His eyes were solidly on the girl from chemistry, now on the far side of the field.

  “Who the fuck is that?”

  I shook my head, feeling my pulse thud in my veins. “Not sure man. She’s in my chem class though I think.”

  He nodded. “I think I’ve got in her my calculus class...Kerri, I think.” He whistled low. “Fuck, how’ve we missed this one?”