Screw You, Lover: An Enemies To Lovers Romance

by Michaela Scott

  Oh, look, the trees are starting to thin out a little bit. We’re getting close to campus now, and not a moment too soon. I can actually see the sky now.

  And now that I can see the sky, I notice a bright white light washing out the stars up ahead and to the left. It’s too bright to just be the lights of campus. Logan looks back and catches me staring at it.

  “Oh, that? They’re testing the lights out for the game this weekend. That’s why the sky’s lit up like that. It’s the football stadium.”

  “It’s really pretty.”

  Suddenly, Logan stops in his tracks. And since I’m still gawking at the stadium lights and not watching him, I practically slam right into him again. Only this time, Logan catches me, steadying me against his thick arm as he smirks down at me.

  “We could go check it out up close, if you want.”

  I bite my lip at the sudden request. Sure, it’s not exactly a proposition or anything, but coming from a guy like this…it might as well be. I don’t think Logan Wolfe is the type of guy who just hangs out with freshman girls.

  And you know what else? I know the way home now. I can use the stadium lights as a reference point to get back to my dorm, which means that I can go ahead and let Logan get back to his party.

  “Okay.”

  Wait, was that my voice? Did I just agree to an up close and personal stadium tour? What the hell has gotten into me?

  Before I can respond, Logan starts walking again, this time with more purpose than before. And as I watch his body walking ahead of me, I can tell that something’s changed. I can hear him breathing now, taking huge, growling breaths as he leads me towards the washed out part of the sky. I can see his muscles moving underneath his jersey, and I can feel the anticipation in his fingers as they grip my arm tight. If there was any doubt about his intentions before, it’s all gone now.

  Logan Wolfe wants to fuck me. And I might even let him.

  The light ahead gets bigger and bigger as we walk, and in a couple blocks, we’re going to be on campus. I shudder at the thought of getting led around like this in front of other students. What if I see somebody I know? I mean, I probably know three people here so far, but still! What would they think if they saw me, the nerdy girl from Murray Hall who’s been showing up at half the interest meetings on campus, getting led around like a groupie? My student body president dreams would be over!

  But thankfully, we don’t make it too far into campus. Instead, Logan keeps leading me towards the stadium, until the classroom buildings give way to an ocean of empty parking lots and streetlights, dominated by a massive football stadium ringed with towers of brilliant white lights.

  “You’re right,” I whisper, looking up at the stadium, “It’s beautiful up close.”

  Logan looks back at me. “Oh, this isn’t what I meant by up close.” He pulls out a ring of keys as he leads me across the parking lot, “I’m taking you out to the fucking field.”

  Well, the good news is Logan isn’t taking me to a quiet, dark place to try and fuck me. The bad news is that he’s taking me to a brightly lit football field to do it.

  And the closer we get, the faster my heart beats at the thought. Every couple of steps we take towards the stadium, I think of another reason why this is a completely terrible idea. Doesn’t the stadium have janitors walking around at night? If Logan has the keys, how many other people do? What if a helicopter flies over and sees us?

  But even as the reasons not to follow the ridiculously sexy football player pile up, my body refuses to listen to reason. Instead, I keep following Logan, my heart beating faster and faster as he unlocks the front doors and leads me through the dark, empty lobby and a maze of equally dark, empty hallways.

  Then, so gradually that it’s barely noticeable, one of the hallways opens up into a wide concrete tunnel, and before I know it, I break Logan’s grip, walking out onto the Golden State University football field, lit up just like it would be at a game, only with thousands of empty seats staring down at us. It’s such a mesmerizing sight that I almost forget where I am…and who I’m with. “Holy crap.”

  Logan’s body comes up behind me, brushing gently against me as he looks out at the field in front of us.

  “This,” he points over my shoulder, out at the field in front of me, “is where I play.”

  My body goes crazy at Logan’s gentle touch. My inhibitions are fading fast. If I’m not careful…

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “You should see it when it’s full. There’s only one better view in the entire world…and that’s the field of a pro stadium. Which is where I want to be this time next year.”

  Logan takes another step into me, and all of a sudden, his touch isn’t so gentle any more. His huge, firm hand presses into my side, resting above my hip and holding me tight against him. “And I like to get exactly what I want.”

  I turn towards Logan, open my mouth to say something, and before I know it, his lips are on mine, and his powerful, athletic arms are holding me tightly to his body.

  It takes me completely by surprise…but I don’t pull away. In fact, I do the exact opposite. I press myself into Logan, give my mouth to him, and let him kiss me harder.

  The experience, power, and raw lust of the massive, shredded football player enveloping me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The boys I kissed in high school were usually shy, nerdy, skinny, and tentative.

  Not Logan. Almost immediately, Logan goes right under my dress and claims my ass with his powerful hands. I gasp into his mouth, which only turns him on more and causes him to feel me up harder.

  I can already tell what’s going to happen next. There’s just no way a guy who kisses like this wants to do anything less than everything. It won’t be long before he pulls my panties down, spreads my legs wide open, and takes me right here above the stadium.

  And my body can’t wait. That’s what’s so insane about this. I’m putting Dani to shame right now, moaning and bucking up against Logan’s jersey like the horniest groupie in California. It’s my first semester of college, and I’m already about to fuck a football player outside.

  But am I really doing that? Am I really letting this guy I’ve said probably less than a hundred words to have his way with me? I’m probably the second girl he’s fucked tonight, and he’ll probably fuck two more before the sun rises.

  And if I let him go all the way, and I spend the next four years hearing about him banging every model that he can get his hands on…

  My panties are halfway down my thighs as I squirm out of Logan’s arms, landing at his feet with an undignified thud for the second time this evening.

  “Sorry!” I blurt out, between deep, aroused breaths, “I can’t do this. I’m not that type of girl.”

  Logan looks down at me and raises his eyebrows. “I know. You don’t seem like that type of girl.” He smirks. “But you’re definitely panting like you are.”

  He’s right. I’m so turned on right now that it takes all my effort not to just kick my panties the rest of the way off and drag Logan down between my legs. But if Logan thought I was a klutz before, he definitely does now. And right now, my embarrassment is just a little bit stronger than my arousal.

  “Maybe I’ll see you later? Good luck at the game tomorrow!” And with that, I pull my panties up around my hips, jump to my feet, and hurry back down the tunnel as fast as my legs will possibly take me.

  And so concludes the most awkward night of my life.

  Luckily, Logan doesn’t follow me down. I did hear him yelling for me to come back, but by that point, I was so far away that I wasn’t even sure if I really heard it, or if I wanted to hear it. Besides, I don’t think I could take the embarrassment.

  After a long, awkward walk, I make it out of the stadium parking lot and back onto historic old campus. It takes about fifteen minutes to walk back to my dorm, and the entire way back, the stadium lights are still lighting up the sky, a bright, shining reminder of the superstar that almost fu
cked my brains out right there on the field.

  Dani’s right. We’re definitely not in high school anymore.

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  About The Author

  Michaela Scott has a thing for alpha males, billionaires, and bad boys with good hearts. It’s no wonder her female characters are always getting involved with them. When she’s not writing about messy, passionate, unlikely romances, she’s at home, spending time with her own personal alpha male and trying not to use him as inspiration.