The Jock: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (North Woods University Book 6)

by J. L. Beck

  He looks at me like I’m dumb. “Yeah, but I don’t have a Blair at my house.”

  “Do not even fucking look at her,” I growl, a possessiveness overtaking me.

  “Chill, caveman.” He chuckles. Walking into the living room, he shoves down onto the couch like he owns the place.

  Blair walks over to me and cups me by the cheek. I will never get enough of feeling her skin on mine.

  “I love you. I feel bad for any woman that gets swept into the madness that is Murphy.”

  “Murphy is sitting right here, so you can stop talking about him,” he yells back at us.

  Both Blair and I bust out into laughter. The buzzing of my cell phone interrupts the moment, and I grab it from the coffee table and look at the name on the screen. It’s a number I don’t recognize, so I ignore it and let it go to voicemail.

  My father has tried to call me a few times to stir the pot, but I’ve ignored him for the most part. Until he gets the help he needs, he’ll never see the wrong he is doing, and I’ve come to terms with that.

  Again, my phone dings, signaling that I have a voicemail. Kissing the tip of Blair’s nose, I reach for the phone and check my voicemail.

  Hello, Mr. Wilder. My name is Tasha, and I am a lawyer at Baker Law Office. I’m calling to discuss the trust fund your mother, Rebecca, left in your name. If you could call me back at your earliest convenience, I would appreciate it. Thank you.

  I almost drop the phone, and my mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

  “What’s wrong?” Blair immediately asks.

  “My mother. She left a trust fund in my name. That’s what the call was, a lawyer.”

  Instantly, a calmness washes over me, and I know I’ll be able to take care of Blair and myself. The money doesn’t matter, no, we’re happy as we’re now, but it’s almost as if my mother left me a parting gift, as if she knew someday, I might decide something else besides football.

  It’s like she knew that I might need her.

  “That’s good, right?”

  I grin and tug her into my arms, pressing my nose to hers. “It’s more than good, baby. It means our future is set. It means when we decide to marry and have babies, we will have money.”

  “Babies? Marriage? Are you high?” she shrieks.

  “Can you please keep it down, some of us are trying to watch TV,” Murphy complains, and I roll my eyes. Brushing my lips against Blair’s, I peer into her eyes, her soul matches mine, she is my missing puzzle piece. The jock and the nerd. No one would’ve thought it.

  “No, I’m not high. I’m in love.” I say, sealing our fates with a kiss that I feel down to the tips of my toes.

  Later that night, after I kick Murphy out, sending him back to his apartment with a frown, I walk into our bedroom and find Blair sitting against the headboard with a paperback in her hands. Standing in the doorway for a long moment, I simply stare at her.

  The very first item I ever bought her was a bookshelf that now sits in the corner of the room. We’ve bought another together since then because Blair wasn’t kidding when she said she loved reading. On any given day, I can find her curled up somewhere in the house with a cup of coffee and a book in her hand.

  As if she can sense my eyes on her, she looks up from the book and smiles.

  “It’s very rude to stare at someone while they’re reading.”

  “Is it?” I grin, playing dumb.

  “Very.” She closes her paperback and sits it down on the pillow. When she looks back up at me, her eyes are shining with lust.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you all day and planned to do so right after dinner, but then Murphy showed up and ruined it all.”

  “Gosh darn, Murphy.” Blair grins as she speaks, her fingers twist at the hem of her shirt. She wants me just as badly as I want her. I’d bet the second I sink between her legs, I’ll find her dripping wet. That’s just how it is with us.

  We can never seem to get enough of each other. Even when we’re naked, and our bodies are connected, it still doesn’t feel like we’re close enough.

  Tugging my shirt off over my head, I toss it on the floor and flick the button on my jeans before looking up at her. When I do, I find her shirtless and kicking off her sleep shorts. Fuck me, she looks so beautiful. Dark hair, porcelain skin, and pink lips that I want wrapped around my cock. To think I lived a life without her once.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me,” I warn as I walk over to her.

  “Oh, really, are you?” she teases, reaching for me, she shoves my jeans and boxers down all at once.

  “Yes,” I groan, just as her wet, warm mouth slips over the tip of my cock. Her mouth feels like heaven, magnified ten thousand.

  “Mmm,” she moans around my length, and I take her heavy breasts in my hands, rolling the hard nubs between two fingers as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

  When my length hits the back of her throat, she gags, and pleasure hits me with the intensity of a lightning strike.

  “Fuck, Blair, your mouth is great, but I need to come inside you,” I moan, disconnecting her mouth from my cock, even though I’d rather cut my own arm off than give up that sweet mouth of hers. “Lie back and let me feast.” I grin before dropping to my knees.

  Spreading her legs wide, I push her knees to her chest and start devouring her. Arousal coats the inside of her thighs, so I don’t have to warm her up much since she’s already dripping. However, there is nothing like feasting on her pussy.

  “Oh, god, Cage,” Blair murmurs as she runs her fingers through my hair.

  Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as I lick her from her asshole and up to her clit and back down again before fucking her with my tongue. Dipping in and out, I swirl around the entrance before moving back up to her clit. She’s panting and writhing beneath me, I pull away, giving her clit one last suck.

  Tugging her to the edge of the mattress, I guide my cock to her entrance and slide home. For one single second, I let the warmth of her body, and the tightness of her channel, be the only thing I feel. Then, I start moving. I’ve made it a goddamn mission to know exactly what Blair likes, the spots that set her off, igniting both of us into flaming balls of pleasure.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I ask, thrusting faster, the thick head of my cock brushing against her g-spot, and I feel her muscles tighten all around me.

  “Jesus… I’m going to come, Cage,” she whimpers, biting her bottom lip to stifle her scream. In a haze of lust and need, I snake a hand between her legs and rub gentle circles against her clit. Then, I slow my pace, pulling out before sinking back in with a hard thrust that nearly sends her up the mattress.

  “You’re everything, Blair. Everything,” I growl, fucking her into oblivion until both of us explode, her walls tightening around me, milking my cock of every drop of cum.

  Sagging against her, I listen to the steady beat of her heart and wrap my arms around her. I want to remain this way forever.

  “The best choice I ever made was coming up to you that night.” I lift my head and peer into her blue eyes.

  She runs her fingers through my messy black hair and gives me a half-smile. “The best thing I ever did was pour a beer on your head.”

  “Is that the best?” I question with a brow.

  A full grin lights up her face. “It’s my favorite part of our story.”

  Pressing a gentle kiss to her nose, I say, “You’re my favorite part of our story.”

  Bonus Epilogue

  Blair

  Mia is basically bouncing like a bouncy ball when she answers the door for Cage and me.

  “I am so excited you guys are here!”

  “I’m glad we are here too. Blair wouldn’t shut up about us coming to see you,” Cage pokes fun, and Mia breaks out into a fit of giggles. Instantly, I know they’re going to be good friends.

  My gaze darts to the massive shadow lingering behind
her. Zeke is a mountain with rocky edges, deep ravines, and icy-cold snow mounds. He watches Mia like she is his life, and I still don’t understand the dynamics of their relationship.

  “Ignore him. I do,” she whispers as she grabs my hand and tugs me into the living room. Cage follows behind us with our bags, and Zeke gets the door, closing it, and engaging the lock. She shows us to the guest bedroom and plops down on the bed.

  “I was thinking after the game we can go to one of the house parties they have on campus? They’re always looking for something to celebrate.”

  “Let’s do it. I know Murphy has been begging us to go out to a couple parties with him.” Cage smiles and wraps his mammoth arm around me. Just because he isn’t playing football anymore doesn’t mean he stopped eating a religious diet and working out.

  The guy is still a brick house, and his smile still makes me weak in the knees.

  Since we have two hours until the game, and Mia lives close to campus, we have dinner and get ready. Mia is wearing her Blackthorn Elite T-shirt, while Cage and I are rocking North Woods.

  During the game, Cage tells me all the positions and is my personal commentator. Even though he doesn’t play anymore, he does enjoy watching it, and whenever we get the chance, we go to Murphy’s game.

  “Is Murphy in a relationship?” Mia asks as the game comes to an end, and we get up from our seats in the stands.

  Cage snorts. “Yeah, with himself.”

  Mia gives me a questioning look. “He’s not lying. I think Murphy is in love with himself. I could never see him settling down with anyone.”

  “Didn’t your hunk say the same thing?” Mia questions and Cage’s features turn serious.

  “When you know, you know. Love blindsided me. I wasn’t expecting to fall for the girl responsible for tutoring me. In my defense, she had me by the balls the moment she told me I never stood a chance.”

  Mia and I both snicker as we head down the steps. Never in a million years did I think I would find someone, let alone that someone would be Cage Wilder. We’ve both become better people and branched out to do the things we want to do because of encouragement from each other.

  Now we’re living our best lives.

  After the game, Murphy and Mia talk us into going to a party with the rest of the team. I reluctantly agree, not having the best track record with parties.

  Once we get there, I realize how much different this is. There is no awkwardness, I actually feel like I fit in now.

  I sit on Cage’s lap, his large arms wrapped around me as I sip on some fruity drink.

  “Wanna go dance?” Mia asks out of the blue.

  “No,” a deep voice answers for me. At first, I think it is Cage, but I quickly realize it’s Mia’s six foot four bodyguard standing behind us. “No dancing.”

  Mia rolls her eyes at me. “Why did you even let me come here if I can’t have any fun? You know I’m not a child, right?”

  Zeke doesn’t answer in words, but the glare he gives Mia makes it very clear what he is thinking. He is about to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of her kicking and screaming.

  “It’s fine, Mia. I didn’t want to dance anyway. Let’s just watch the drunk people do keg stands.”

  “I guess,” she pouts, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

  “You okay?” I lean into Mia so only she can hear me.

  “Yes, it’s just…” She looks over her shoulder like she is making sure Zeke can’t hear her from here. “Zeke said something weird to me earlier. He said, soon you will be twenty anyway, and then everything will change.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “I don’t know. But I have a bad feeling about it.”

  Mia and I have been best friends for a very long time, in many ways, she is the opposite of me. Normally, I’m the anxious one while she is brave, scared of nothing, and no one. So when I see the fear in her eyes now, I know something is terribly wrong.

  Something bad is going to happen to Mia.

  Thank you for reading The Jock!

  If you would like to read more about Remington and Jules, you can find their story in The Bet, Sebastian and Lily, you can find in The Vow, and Lex and Jude you can find in The Promise. Each book is a standalone, but all the books interconnect.

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  Chapter One

  Willow

  “I didn’t do it. I didn’t fucking do it.” Brett’s voice echoes in my mind. The image of him being taken out of the court room plays behind my closed eyes. I wake up drenched from head to toe in sweat, my heart racing inside my chest, beating against my rib cage like it might break free and fly away. I don’t remember the last time I had a nightmare like this. Sitting up in my bed, I shove the covers off my clammy body and force air into my lungs, reminding myself that I did the right thing.

  You’re a good person, Willow. You know it was him. You did the right thing. I tell myself as I drag my butt into the shower and get ready for the day. Thank God these dorms have bathrooms attached to each room. I guess that’s to be expected in one of the most elite universities in the country.

  Washing my hair and body on autopilot, I rinse off and step out, grabbing a fluffy towel off the rack.

  There is a small brunch event for all the freshmen and their families, and if I’m late… Shivers ripple down my back at the thought. After all the things my father did to get me into this school, I don’t want to think of what might happen to me if I mess this up.

  “You’ll do right by our family name. You won’t make a mockery out of me like your sister did, will you?” My father’s stern voice rings out through my ears as a reminder of what’s to come. Even after everything my sister had gone through, he still blamed her, still disowned her. Now she has nothing, and I’m forced to live up to my father’s incredibly high standards. Then again, it’s this or allow my sister to be homeless.

  The only plus side to being here is that it’s a two-hour drive from my father’s estate to Blackthorn, and I doubt he will attend any of the family events, nor does he expect me to come home for the weekends. Thank God for that.

  Alice, my roommate, groans into her pillow, her silky blonde hair nothing more than a knotted mess on her head. “It’s morning already? It feels like I hardly slept,” she groans.

  “You literally drank like three Starbucks Espressos last night. I’m shocked you went to bed at all,” I snort.

  “It’s not my fault your definition of water and mine are two different things,” she yawns as she slowly pushes from the bed. “I need coffee to function, okay? Don’t hate.”

  My lips turn up into a tiny smile, and I laugh softly. Alice is everything I’m not; lighthearted, funny, comes from a loving family. She doesn’t have a care in the world, while I carry so many burdens, my back hurts.

  She is, the glass is half-full, kind of person, while I’m, the glass is always half-empty, kind. Maybe we are a case of opposites attract because, since the moment I walked into the dorms, we hit it off. Alice introduced herself with a bright smile on her face, and like two magnets, we were drawn to each other. She’s only been my roommate for a week, but we’ve already grown closer than I thought possible.

  When I arrived at Blackthorn, I had very low expectations when it came to making friends. Back home, I had a plethora of friends; girls and guys. I was the popular girl, just like my sister had been. But all of that changed one night two years ago.

  After everyone found out about what happened to my sister, everything fell apart. People stopped talking to me and turned their backs on us. They passed me in the school hallway like I was nothing more than a stranger, whispering to their friends. I’d be lying if I said I wa
sn’t hurt by it, but honestly, I got over it. I don’t need people to pretend to be my friends. If they are not real friends, then they are not worthy of being my friend at all.

  “Is your dad coming to the freshman welcome brunch?” Tensing at the mention of my father, I shake my head.

  “No, he’s got to work, and it’s too long of a drive for him to make out here.”

  “Oh, sorry. I thought I might get to meet your family,” she chimes, blissfully unaware of what an ass my dad is. I haven’t told her any of my family drama yet, and I don’t think I will, not anytime soon at least. I would like to keep at least one person as a friend.

  Getting dressed quickly, I tug on a pair of black skinny jeans and a pink blouse, then I look at myself in the mirror. With my long black hair still wet and clinging to my shoulders, I look like a drowned cat.

  Alice goes into the bathroom to shower. I start drying the mangled strands of hair, using the brush to straighten them out as I go and then apply some light makeup, using the mirror in our room.

  Twenty minutes later, like the beauty queen she is, she comes out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready. I slip into my ankle boots and finish myself off with a spritz of my favorite perfume.

  “Ready?” Alice turns to me and smiles.

  “Ready,” I confirm, and we both head out together.

  The walk to Lincoln Hall is short, and we make it there in under ten minutes. The building itself looks older than dirt, but inside it’s beautiful, with high ceilings and huge windows that let lots of light in. Entering the room, I discover it’s already filling up with people. There is an entrance table with one of the helpers handing out name tags and explaining the seating chart. Great, I won’t be able to sit with Alice like I had hoped. A nervous knot forms in my stomach. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles, Willow. Sighing, I walk up to the table.