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  And in any case, the showers hadn’t fucking helped, and damn if we could get her out of our minds.

  We driven home after that, bristling with pent-up need for her, and for release. Back at the house, we headed to our own rooms to finish alone what we’d started in the showers.

  Practice had sucked tonight. Well, no, specifically what we were supposed to be doing out there we’d sucked at. Being there hadn’t sucked, not by a damn mile.

  And I knew we both knew why.

  Kerri Larson.

  Nerdy, too-cool-for-football, smarty-pants, Kerri fucking Larson.

  Distractingly hot, wildly unavailable, cock-throbbingly alluring.

  The cute little book-nerd from my calculus class who’d never given me the time of day. Me. I mean hell, every girl gave me the time of day. Shit, they usually gave a hell of a lot more than that. Tucker and I had been the dream team back in high school ball, but it was when we’d both come to Alamo State U. that things had gotten real. It was here that we got to crank the engines up and show our full potential, which turned us from the two “really good football players” to the fucking pro prospects we were today.

  The “Dream Team”, cause we came as a pair.

  I smirked at the thought — there were a lot of chicks on this very campus who knew that on a very intimate level.

  The water steamed around me as I tried to shake my head of the terrible time we’d just had out there on the field trying to get in some basic passing drills. It’d been insane, having that hot little sophomore literally running circles around my head all night, making it impossible to get a single thing straight. Full ripe tits bouncing slightly in that tank top, an ass I just wanted to eat like a damn peach wrapped up in those tight little shorts.

  Legs I wanted to feel wrapped around my waist while I sunk every inch of my cock inside her.

  An hour of her dancing around us like that — an hour of missing catches and fumbling the ball and tripping over my own feet, all while my dick threatened to rip a hole in the front of my shorts.

  And then she was gone. I made one goddamn catch and looked up to see her halfway back to the athletic building. We’d called it after that, sweaty, sore, egos bruised from that shit-show of a practice.

  Predictably, we got the whole groupie fan-fare the second we walked off the field. Hell, half the damn cheer team was there on the sidelines, even though it wasn’t even practice night for them. And they were all over us, also predictably. Fawning over us, touching our arms, cooing into our ears at how good we were.

  “So, what if you and Tucker came over tonight?”

  I’d turned at the sound of that voice in my ear.

  Tanya.

  She grinned wickedly at me. “Me and my roommates were hoping for round two.”

  Oh, yeah that’d been a fun night. The previous semester, Tanya’s two roommates had walked in on her on all fours with my cock in her throat and Tuck balls-deep in her ass. I’d have fully expected everyone but him and I to freak the fuck out at that point. But instead, they’d stripped down.

  Yeah, welcome to our world.

  It’d been meaningless, of course. And even now, I wasn’t paying attention to Tanya. I couldn’t, not with fucking Kerri Larson still running through my mind.

  Tuck was right, this was going to be a problem.

  And it was confusing, what with Tanya and her offer right there on the table. Normally both of us would’ve been all over a chance to double-team three hotties from the cheer squad. But my dick just wasn’t twitching at the thought the way it might have usually.

  What the fuck was wrong with me?

  Well, like I said — Kerri.

  Kerri was what was wrong with me — with both of us. All it took was one look at Tuck’s face and I knew it was the same thing with him. Hell, he was my best friend, and it wouldn’t have been the first time we’d been after the same girl, if you know what I mean. Shit, we’d made legends of ourselves on this campus with that sort of thing — “getting with the dream team”. And as any girl who was lucky enough to get between us could attest to, a dream it was.

  But Kerri was different than all that, and I knew it. She wasn’t some cheer groupie, or some vapid little sorority girl batting her eyes and going ga-ga for my dick.

  Nah, she was a whole new game.

  There in my room, I could feel my cock thickening again in my hand, despite having just blown one. I growled as I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking the skin and picturing that hot little running outfit. I pictured peeling that top off her full tits, sucking her nipples, biting her skin, holding her to me. I imagined her moaning as I bent her over and tore those little shorts down before burying my face between her legs. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, and make her come on my face.

  I pictured her on her knees, eyes wide, lips pouting as she slowly wrapped them around the head of my cock. I knew that mouth would be like fuckin’ heaven, too. And I imagined Tuck moving in behind her, running his hands over her skin as he grabbed her ass and slowly pushed in. I groaned at the thought of her moans, reverberating through my cock while Tuck fucked her from the other end.

  And before I knew it, a second orgasm was roaring through me, and I growled out loud there in my room as I blasted rope after rope of hot cum across the floor, imagining it was Kerri’s sweet mouth I was emptying my balls into.

  Damn, this was bad. She was in real deep, and we had a fucking football season to tackle.

  Except I knew the only thing either of us wanted to tackle right then was Kerri Larson.

  Chapter 6

  Kerri

  It was the next day, while I was walking across campus that I saw them again the next day.

  God.

  My whole face went bright red at the sight of them, the two of them causally sitting at a table outside the student center with their feet kicked up and easy, panty-melting grins on their faces.

  I froze, my whole body burning with the same heat I’d felt the night before. And even though I knew they obviously didn’t know what I’d heard and seen the night before, I felt naked right then. Standing there not thirty feet away from them with a coffee in my hand and my bag of books slung over one shoulder, I felt like everyone could tell that I’d spied on them, like that stupid tell-tale heart story.

  You’re being silly, I told myself. I turned quickly as I saw them both look up, even though I knew they obviously weren’t looking at me — probably some girl behind me. But I looked away just the same, trying to hide my bright red face and what I’m sure was raw lust on my face at the thought of what I’d seen.

  “Yeah baby, suck that fat cock, Kerri.”

  I felt the same rush of heat between my legs at the thought. That heady rush, the need for them like some kind of magnetic draw. And before I could stop myself, my fantasies from before came back, right there on the campus quad. I imagined feeling Russ slide into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and feeling how he’d react. I fantasized about pulling off of him and moving to his friend to slurp his gorgeous cock into my mouth as well.

  And same as the night before, I pictured both of them taking me - touching me, tasting me, teasing me. Fucking me like I’d never been fucked before.

  I quickly shook my head to clear it of the horribly embarrassing and dirty thoughts as I turned to walk to my next class as fast as possible.

  “Kerri!”

  I whirled, my face still red and my mind still firmly in the gutter, and saw Ashley standing there.

  “Uh, hey!” I said quickly, trying to take a breath and pretend my face wasn’t the color of a stop sign.

  Ashley raised her brow at me. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

  I swallowed quickly, shaking my head. “Nope! Nothing, I’m- I mean, I was just-”

  She laughed. “Whoa, easy on the coffee today, speed-freak.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “What are you doing tonight?”

  I took another deep breath, calming myself. “Nothing?”


  “Kerri,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Friday night, at college, and you need to go do something.”

  I gave her a look. “Hey, I’ve got plans.”

  “Does it involve the word ‘Netflix’?”

  My mouth closed tightly and Ash laughed. “C’mon, Ker, you need to get out sometimes. There’s a party tonight, you should come!”

  I rolled my eyes. “A cheer party?”

  “A party party, doofus. You know, fun people, music, drinks? I promise you won’t have a terrible time.”

  “I don’t know-”

  “I mean yeah, some of the cheer squad will be there, but only cause half the football team’s coming.”

  I froze. “Oh,” I croaked out, feeling ridiculous and hoping my voice wasn’t cracking.

  Ash didn’t notice. “Oh, yeah, I think a few of the offensive team is swinging by.”

  “Like Russ Whitley and Tucker Morgan?”

  The words spilled before I knew it, and Ash suddenly raised a brow at me, grinning. “Since when do you know anything about football or care about the guys who play it?”

  “I don’t,” I said hastily. “I just keep hearing their dumb names and figured they were important players or something.”

  Ash rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah, ‘or something’.” She sighed, shaking her head at me as she grinned. “Kerri, they’re going to go pro next year. They’re not just important, they’re like the biggest names in college football right now.”

  That’s not the only thing BIGGEST about them, I thought to myself as my face went red.

  “Anyway, if you just want to watch tv all night, whatev-”

  “Fine, I’ll come.”

  Ash’s eyes snapped to mine. “Really?”

  I shrugged. “Yeah, why not?”

  She grinned. “You sure you don’t have some studying to do?”

  I stuck my tongue out at her again. “Nope, I’m coming. If only just to prove you wrong.”

  Ash laughed as she glanced at her watch. “Okay, okay smarty-pants. See you tonight then?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  And I would.

  Chapter 7

  Tucker

  I wasn’t feeling it.

  The party was fine, I guess. It had all the elements of a night that I’d usually be into — loud music, plenty of booze, and of course, women. Women draped across Russ and I. Girls whispering everything from thinly veiled suggested to straight-out filthy shit in our ears. Hell, one of Tanya’s roommates, Lisa, was flat-out telling me she wanted Russ and I to take her into the bathroom and take turns on her ass.

  What the fuck.

  But thing was, I wanted no part of that. I was bored, sitting there on that couch surrounded by fans and girls and booze. Loud music thundered through the room, people screaming, frat guys playing beer pong, filthy invitations from morally questionable girls.

  Yeah, all of that should’ve gotten me going. All of that should have got me hard and rearing to go.

  But it wasn’t.

  I glanced over at Russ and saw the same bored, pissed look on his face as he grimly sipped at what was still his first beer of the night. I almost grinned. A year ago, he and I would’ve been half a keg deep. A year ago, we’d be screaming and acting like fools just like everyone else. Hell, a year ago, we might be in the bathroom with Lisa having a grand ol’ time.

  But not tonight. Tonight we just flat-out weren’t interested in any of this shit, because we had one damn thing planted firmly in our heads.

  Kerri.

  Fuck, she’d even looked amazing that afternoon when we’d spotted her on the quad and just about fallen over ourselves staring at her. No tiny tank-top and shorts this time either. She’d been in jeans a damn t-shirt, hair up in a messy ponytail and a bag bulging with schoolbooks on her shoulder. The book-nerd to a T.

  Of course, that in no way affected how how hard I’d gotten looking at her, or how much I wanted her more than anything. Cause whatever it was about her, that girl had hooks in me — in both of us — and I didn’t know to get those hooks out.

  …I wasn’t sure I wanted them out.

  Russ finally got the grand idea of asking the girls on our laps to go get us fresh beers, which I clearly saw as the ploy it was to just get them away from us.

  “Not feeling it either, huh?”

  He growled as he turned back. “Not at all, man.” He groaned and tossed his head back. “The fuck is wrong with us?”

  “You know what’s wrong with us.”

  He swore. “She’s just one girl, I don’t get it.”

  “Me neither, bro.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  “Same.”

  “Like, every fucking second. I just want her, Tuck.”

  I nodded as I clapped him on the shoulder. “I know, man. Look, we’re gonna fuck our season up if we can’t get her out of our heads. What we need to do is just put her aside, stop thinking about her, and avoid-”

  And right then, my words failed me. Right then, my whole brain just went numb as I looked right past Russ and forgot every damn thing I’d just been saying or thinking.

  Because right then, Kerri herself waltzed right through the front door of the party.

  Kerri Larson, with her hair combed back, glasses perched on her nose, and wearing the hottest little white sundress I could have ever fucking imagined.

  “Holy shit…” Russ muttered under his breath, turning to see her.

  She looked hot.

  She looked better than hot, actually. I wanted to devour her, and consume her, and claim her.

  This was going to be a problem.

  “Well, so much for that plan,” Russ muttered with a grin.

  “Shit, now what do we-”

  “Got your beers, boys!” Lisa and some other red-haired girl plopped right back into our laps. I growled at the distraction, gritting my teeth as I tried to maneuver them back off. I finally managed to push Lisa onto her own seat, around to see Kerri again.

  She was gone.

  “Tuck.”

  Russ elbowed me in the side, and I turned back to see him nodding at the door again with a grim look on his face.

  “What the fuck are those assholes doing here.”

  Those assholes being East Texas U. Gators — a shit-tier team that’d somehow gone from awful to crushing it last season. Subsequently, that meant this year they were going to be our biggest rival.

  So what the hell were they doing at a damn Alamo State frat party?

  “Nope,” I stood, pushing the redhead out of my lap as I clenched my fists. “We’re not doing this. Russ, grab some of the guys. We’re throwing these douchebags out right now.”

  “Tucker!”

  Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder, and I whirled to see Josh, the frat president shaking his head.

  Russ growled. “Josh, what the hell is this.”

  Josh wasn’t on the team, but he’d always been a friend. Plus he was a huge supporter of the team, what with running the biggest greek institution on campus. He pulled a face as he groaned. “Dudes, I know, I know. This looks bad.”

  “Uh, yeah, man,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “We’re fucking playing them next week you know.”

  “I know, guys, I know.” Josh shoved his fingers through his hair, clearly torn up about it almost as much as we were. “So, turns out, they’re fucking Delta brothers though. I got a call about half an hour ago from the fucking state leadership that some East Texas U. brothers were in town and wanted to swing by. Shit, I mean Adam Hill, their damn captain, is Junior president of the chapter over there at East Texas.”

  I swore under my breath as Russ rolled his eyes. “Dude, you know we actually don’t give a shit about the greek shit, right?”

  “I know,” Josh muttered, shaking his head. “And I wish I could tell them to get fucked, but my hands are tied, guys.” He sighed. “Look, just play it cool, we’ll try and keep them away from anyone on the team, and with any luck the
y’ll get bored and back off.”

  “You know they’re just here to fuck with us, right?”

  I turned back to Russ after Josh walked away. “Yeah, no shit. Question is, what the hell are they going to try and pull?”

  “Tuck.”

  I looked up to see Russ’s face pulled tight and his jaw clenched.

  “Yeah?”

  He turned back, his shoulders heaving. “Where the fuck is Kerri?”

  Oh, shit.

  Chapter 8

  Kerri

  “How about you let me get you a drink?”

  I shivered at the voice in my ear and turned quickly to see the tall blond guy leering at me. He winked as he blew me an air kiss, making a chill creep up my spine.

  “Oh, thanks, I’m okay.” I smiled politely as I raised the red solo cup in my hand that I’d barely sipped.

  “You sure, gorgeous?” I half gasped as I turned at the sound of a second guy, this one grinning the same predatory grin as the first blond guy as he pulled a flask from his shorts pocket.

  I nodded quickly. “Yep, I’m fine, thanks.”

  I frowned as my eyes caught the alligator logo on their sweatshirts. No, I didn’t follow sports, but I’d have to have been blind not to notice the “Beat the Gators” posters all over campus that past week, along with references to making them into boots or something. So, these were the Gators — the rivals, I guess they were.

  I really didn’t understand sports, but I felt like there was something off about a rival team hanging out on campus.

  “So, who you with, sweetheart?”

  The first guy took a step towards me as I involuntarily took a step back through a doorway into a side-porch off the main house.

  “With?”

  “What player?” A third guy in a Gator’s hoodie stepped out from behind the second guy, that same hungry grin on his face as the first two.

  I swallowed quickly. “Oh, none. I’m not with any players, I just came to the party with my roommate. She’s a cheer-”

  “So, single?”

  There was something wicked in the way the first guy smiled at me that sent a chill through my veins. The three of them stepped onto the porch, the door shutting behind them. Muted music from the party back in the house thudded as I sucked in a deep breath of air, suddenly realizing how alone I was out here on the sun porch with three strangers.