by L A Cotton
“Oh God…” I pressed my lips together as he rubbed back and forth, sliding through my wetness. “We can’t…” I moaned, lost in sensation.
“For once, I’m inclined to agree.” His fingers disappeared and my eyes fluttered open, only to find him sucking them clean. “Later.” Promise burned in his eyes as he leaned in, kissing me. Swirling his tongue around mine, letting me taste myself on his lips.
“How will you sneak out?” He could barely sit up, let alone execute a stealthy escape plan.
“Who said anything about sneaking out? Moms love me, remember?” My eyes widened to saucers and his face broke out in a wide grin. “Gotcha.”
“Haha, now go, before my dad wakes up.”
Jason climbed out of bed and grabbed his clothes.
“Your ribs,” I blanched at the huge purple bruise painted along his side.
“It’s nothing,” he played it down, but I saw how carefully he pulled on his jersey and hoodie, pain behind his eyes with every movement. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask what happened when we got to school, but Jason had already slipped into the hall. He glanced back, his eyes saying all the things we were yet to say.
Things I never thought we’d get to say.
And I knew in that second, this time it wasn’t a game or some cruel prank.
It was real.
Jason Ford, Rixon’s golden boy of football, was mine.
Jason
“Are you sure about this?” Cam asked me as we made our way into school. Everyone was looking; kids, teachers, even the few parents doing the morning drop off. I knew what they saw.
Jason Ford.
Star football player.
Cocky arrogant troublemaker.
People usually turned a blind eye. Usually excused my antics as ‘boys being boys’. But not this time.
This time, people had gotten hurt.
I’d gotten hurt.
But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know I’d done what I’d done out of a need to protect Felicity. To stand up for the girl who consumed my every waking thought.
They didn’t know at all.
As far as I was concerned, it could stay that way. I hadn’t fought Thatcher for glory or in the name of the Raiders reputation, or even my own. I’d done it because when it came down to it, I was just a guy who loved a girl and refused to let some fucktard like Lewis Thatcher ruin her because of his beef with me.
I spotted her first. She was talking to Hailee and Mya near their locker bank, ignoring the rumble of whispers and gossip flying up and down the hallway.
“So did the two of you talk about what happens now?” Cam asked me as we slowly approached them.
“Nope.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her to answer him. Felicity was wearing boy jeans, slung low on her hips, a slither of skin on display where her shirt didn’t quite meet the waistband. It was baggy around her midriff, tight over her chest, and hung off one shoulder. Her long brown locks were swept over one shoulder, her face void of makeup, her expression animated as she talked to her friends.
“So what’s the pla—”
But I was already gone. Cutting through the stream of kids. Hailee noticed me first, her lips breaking into a wide grin. Mya was next, smugness dancing in her eyes, as if she knew this was a forgone conclusion. I gave zero fucks about their reactions though. The only girl I cared about still hadn’t noticed me as I moved up behind her. Sliding my hands around her eyes, I leaned in and whispered, “Guess who?”
“Hmm, Asher?” She chuckled as I spun her in my arms and glared at her.
“Try again, Giles.”
“Hi,” she said around an uncertain smile.
“Hi.”
Hailee and Mya backed up, giving the two of us space. The whole school seemed to have stopped around us, everyone watching their King fall for his Queen.
“Is it me or is everyone watching us?” Felicity cast a quick glance around.
“They’re waiting to see if the rumor is true.”
“Oh yeah?” Her smile grew. “And what rumor would that be?”
“That QB One is officially off the market.” I inched closer to her.
“And is he?” She matched my step.
“I think it’s pretty safe to say, he’s taken.”
“Damn, just when I’d finally plucked up the courage to tell him how I feel. Ah well, I guess I’ll have to wait until whoever it is dumps his sorry ass.”
“Did I ever tell you, you’re so fucking weird?” I lowered my head to hers.
“Did I ever tell you, I have a serious thing for football players?”
“Players, plural? Because I know a couple of the guys who would love to hook—”
She swatted my chest. Before she could move her hands, I captured her wrists, keeping them pressed there.
“Something you want to tell me, Giles?”
“You first, Ford, I have a reputation to protect.” She winked and I let out a hearty chuckle. This girl...
This fucking girl.
Leaning in, I brushed my lips over her ear and whispered, “I am so fucking gone for you.”
Felicity eased back to look right in my eyes. “Is that your way of telling me you love me?”
Swallowing thickly, I nodded, aware this wasn’t exactly how I planned to tell her.
“Good job, because I am completely and utterly gone for you too.”
I didn’t care we had an audience. I didn’t care people had their cell phones out recording the moment QB One publicly handed over his balls to a girl.
I didn’t care one bit as I pressed Felicity against the lockers and kissed the ever loving shit out of her. People would just have to get used to it because she was mine, and I was hers, and I intended on reminding her of that every second of every day.
“Ford, my office, now!”
All eyes went to me as I stood up and padded across the locker room. A couple of guys clapped me on the back, silently offering their support. But this was my burden to bear, and mine alone. Until I stepped inside his office to find I wasn’t alone.
“Coach,” I said coolly, waiting for the shit to hit the fan, sliding my eyes to the silent figure already seated in front of his desk.
“Sit,” he barked, and I took the other empty chair. “I don’t think I even need to ask my next question to know the answer. You’re a mess, Son. A real damn mess.”
I shifted uncomfortably on the plastic chair, trying to find a position that didn’t make my lungs feel like they were on fire.
“As soon as we’re done here, you head straight to medical. You hear me? If you’ve broken anything so help me God...”
I nodded, knowing this was one of those times Coach wouldn’t appreciate a smart assed reply.
He tore off his ball cap and rubbed his head with sheer frustration. “Four more games, that’s all I asked for. And you couldn’t just listen. You know I’ll have to go to Principal Finnigan with this, right? If he hasn’t already found out since it seems to be the only thing on kids’ lips this morning.”
“Sorry, Sir.” It sounded so lame in comparison to what was at stake, but it was all I had.
“So you’re confirming his story?” he looked to Asher who rubbed the back of his neck.
“I, uh...”
“It’s okay, bro. I already confessed I screwed up by goading Thatcher into that fight and you had to come save my sorry ass.”
What the fuck?
I stared at Ash like he’d lost his goddamn mind. Or maybe I had. Because nothing he was saying was making any sense.
“Well, Jason, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I, hmm, I...”
“It’s okay,” Ash whispered and my eyes slid back to his in question. He nodded, his eyes hammering home everything I didn’t want to believe.
He was taking the fall.
For me.
My teeth ground together behind my lips as I tried to figure out
what the fuck to do. If I let him take the fall, chances were his season was over. But if I told Coach the truth, my season was over, and maybe Asher’s too for the fact he tried to save my ass.
Fuck.
“I haven’t got all day, Son.”
“It’s okay, Jase, just tell him.”
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be that guy. Not after everything.
“Sorry, Coach, but I have to tell you the—”
“The truth is, Coach,” Ash cut me off, “Lewis Thatcher is a sick fuck who has spent the last three months coming after Jason through his friends and family. Jason didn’t want to tell anyone to protect his step-sister and girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Coach frowned, rubbing his jaw.
“Felicity Giles, you may know her?”
“The name does ring a bell.”
“Thatcher threatened to hurt Felicity over and over, but Jason refused to take the bait. His final threat was more persuasive,” Asher threw me a sympathetic glance. “I knew if Jason found out about the threat he’d go after Thatcher, so I arranged the meet.”
“And what exactly did you expect to achieve, Son?”
Ash shrugged in that easy way of his. “World peace?” I snorted. “Fuck if I know. But I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Anyway, the whole thing was a set up. They jumped me and I had no choice but to call for back up.”
“Which is when you intervened?” Coach cocked his brow at me.
“I... yes.”
“To save your teammate’s hide?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But we played straight into Thatcher’s hand because he’d wanted Jase there all along.”
“I see, and the rest of the team? How do they figure in all of this?”
“I took them as back up, but that was it.” I ran a hand over my face.
“You have proof of Thatcher’s threats?”
Asher nodded. “I have screenshots of everything.”
“You do, since when?” I asked.
“Since I knew that one day we might need them.”
“There’s also a video and some photos, Sir. But they’re hmm, quite graphic.”
“You should have come to me with this. You should have come to me the second Thatcher upped the ante.”
“Yes, Sir,” we grumbled in unison.
“Will Miss Raine and Miss Giles attest your story?”
I nodded.
“Right, well, I have no choice but to take this to the Principal. Given your history with him, I wouldn’t expect him to be on your side. You know what that means?”
Another, “Yes, Sir,” filled the room.
Coach let out an exasperated breath. “I’ll do my best, but it could be out of my hands. Now go on, get to class, both of you. And damn well stay there until I say otherwise.”
We left his office in silence, but the second we were out of earshot, I grabbed Ash’s arm. “What the fuck was that in there?”
“That was me saving your ass, so don’t be a dick and mess things up. Stick to the plan.”
“The plan? You do realize you just took the fall for something that could end your football season?”
“I know and I’d do it again if it means you get to play.”
“But... why?” I was stunned.
“Because you’re one of my best friends and I know how much State means to you. Besides, Finnigan is just looking for an excuse to come down on you and this could’ve opened up a whole can of worms you don’t need.” He went to walk off, but I tightened my grip on his arm.
“Asher, come on, think about this, it’s crazy.”
“Actually, it’s pretty simple. I’m your friend and this is what friends do. You can thank me later.” With that he yanked his arm free and strolled off as if he hadn’t just saved my dream and let his go up in flames.
Later that day, I had another score to settle.
“Jason?” Jenna’s eyes widened as I crowded her back into the girls’ locker room. Girls gasped, some shrieking as they hugged clothes to their half-naked bodies.
“Everybody out, now,” I roared, knowing full well that no one would complain. One by one, Jenna’s friends and teammates scurried out of the locker room, leaving her at my mercy.
“J- Jason, you’re scaring me.”
“Good, you should be fucking scared.” I closed the distance between us until I could smell the cloying stench of her perfume.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” She tried to regain control of the situation. Batting her eyes, brushing her hair back to reveal an expanse of tan skin, the curve of her tits.
“Not going to work, Jenna,” I seethed. “You see, I had an interesting chat with Aimee Thatcher earlier. Ring any bells?” Her face blanched, her eyes filled with fear. “I mean, you must know her right, since you’ve been visiting her house, drip feeding Thatcher things about me. About my. Fucking. Life.”
“It isn’t... it wasn’t like that.”
“So you didn’t spread your legs and let him fuck you while whispering all my secrets in his ear?”
“It’s all your fault,” she shrieked, thrusting her hands into my chest and beating hard. “You dropped me like I was nothing. And for Felicity Giles, a fucking no one.”
“Watch it, Jenna. You might think you’re the Queen Bee around here, but I can soon strip you of that title.” I could destroy her without even breaking a sweat. But I wasn’t out for blood yet, I was out for answers.
“How’d you do it?”
All morning, I’d been pondering how Thatcher got the photos of me and Felicity. I’d assumed he had one of his guys following me, but it seemed a stretch. Even for Thatcher. It wasn’t until Grady mentioned he’d seen Jenna talking to some Eagles players Friday as the fight dispersed that my mind began piecing together a more likely scenario. A quick call to Aimee confirmed my suspicions. Thatcher’s guy was in fact, a girl. A girl who, against my better judgment, had an up close and personal relationship with me.
“Jason, I—”
“Answer the fucking question.”
“I followed you, okay? I’d been watching you, noticed you always texting someone. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who, the way you two sat staring at one another across the cafeteria.” Jealousy dripped from her words. “I didn’t plan to follow you, but I saw Felicity sneaking out and before I knew it, I’d gotten in my car. It was just a lucky break.”
A low growl tumbled in my chest and the blood drained from her face again. “I didn’t... that’s not what I meant. I just meant it was a coincidence. Please, Jason, what are you going to do?”
I slammed my hand against the wall beside her and ground out, “Only what you deserve.”
Then I walked away without a backward glance.
No matter our history, Jenna made her bed when she came after Felicity.
She could fucking rot in it.
Felicity
“How are we getting on in here?” George’s head appeared around the door just as I got Benji back in his cage.
“We’re good. I just finished grooming Benji and I was going to get started on Meagan and Frieda next.” They were two of the cutest puppies I’d ever laid eyes on; mini Schnauzers I’d have struggled to tell apart if it wasn’t for their contrasting collars.
“Actually, you have a visitor.” Something flashed over his face.
“Visitor?” I washed my hands and dried them on paper towel. “Here?”
“He’s waiting out front.”
He?
I followed George out into the hall, my mind working overtime. As we reached the doors separating the front and back of the center, George paused. “I just want you to know you’ve already made an impression here. You’re great with the animals, eager to learn, and Serena loves you, which is always a bonus.” He gave me a tentative smile. “The position is yours for however long you want it.”
“What are you—” George pushed opened the door and I gasped. “Jason? But what are you...?”
/> “Hey,” he gave me a hesitant smile as he approached us. “Thanks, man,” he held out his hand to George, “I really appreciate it.”
“Umm, yeah, sure.” My new boss ran a brisk hand over his head, guilt flaming his cheeks.
“Wait a minute.” My gaze narrowed, sliding between the two of them. “Did he put you up to this?”
“He may have had a hand in it,” George admitted sheepishly.
“Let me guess,” I let out an incredulous sigh, “you’re a Raiders fan?”
His cheeks turned beet red.
“I don’t know what to say.” I’d thought maybe George had found me a position because he liked me; it had never occurred to me he’d done it because Jason had asked him to.
“Can I borrow her?”
“She’s all yours.” There was an undertone to George’s words that confirmed Mya’s suspicion. He did like me. But he knew I belonged to someone else.
I gave him a half-smile. “Thank you. Should I still come by tomorrow?”
“Of course, Felicity. Like I said, the position is yours for as long as you want it.”
With a small nod, I let Jason take my hand and lead me out of New Tail. “You have some explaining to do,” I said the second we were on the sidewalk.
“And I will.” He pulled me in front of him, so we were face to face. “But first...” Jason slid his hands into my hair, tilting my face. His lips brushed over mine, slow and tender at first but it quickly became something else. Jason licked the seam of my mouth, pushing his tongue inside, finding mine. He tasted like mint, taking my breath away, as he explored every inch of my mouth. Branding me.
Possessing me.
Imprinting himself on my very soul.
When we finally broke away, we were both flushed and breathless.
“Hi,” he said quietly.
“Hi.” I fought a grin, still hardly able to believe this strong, scary football god was mine.
“What?” he asked.
“I just can’t believe we’re here, after everything.”
“Believe it, babe.” He dipped his head, nudging his nose against mine, stealing a chaste kiss. “Because you’re mine now and there’s no escaping me.”