Chapter Nine

Darius

Coach rode us harder than he ever has before. We’re all sweaty fucking messes and my muscles burn in the most delicious way, but I know for the rest of the week I’m going to be fucking sore. We clamber into the locker room breathing like overweight pieces of shit. I ignore the banter of the team and head straight for the ice baths, knowing that is exactly what I need after a training like today. I strip off my clothes and leave them in a heap beside the metal, oval-shaped tub as I climb in. I suck in a sharp breath the moment I hit the water. Gripping the sides, I take deep breaths preparing myself as I slowly slip into the tub. The water is so cold it burns. I slink back and rest my head on the edge of the tub as I settle myself to stay in here for fifteen minutes. Not two minutes after closing my eyes do I hear the guys amble over. I peek one eye open to see Beck, Saint and Crue undressing. Corvin hates ice baths and refuses to willingly get in one. Coach normally has to make his ass and he whines the whole fucking time!

“Dudes, coach is on a warpath,” Saint says as he climbs into his bath. Crue hisses like a pussy but not Beck, he gets in the tub on my other side and doesn’t need any time to prepare himself, just sliding in like it’s a fucking spa bath.

“He has no choice, we have to be ready for the game against the Dolphins in four weeks,” Crue supplies. At the mention of the Dolphins, my grip on the edge of the tub tightens.

“They won’t win, we got the best QB in the fucking state and Darius is the best halfback out and Beck won’t let any of them through. We’re solid. That fucker Hayes will be taken down a peg or ten.” The guys are the only ones who know what started my hatred for Hayes. I didn’t have any reason to hate the cunt, considering he’s the QB and not my rival but Corv’s. That bastard has had it out for me since we started playing in little leagues and it just grew to the fucking point the cunt fucked my girl at a party. Seeing my arch enemy in the same bed as Leah tore my fucking world apart—that one night changed everything.

“That fucker isn’t taking the W, I don’t care what we have to do but we are scoring every fucking touchdown!” I growl. The guys nod and grunt their agreement. The bath is no longer cold thanks to the anger thrumming through my veins, if I see her near him at the game I am going to go nuclear on their asses and I don’t give a shit if Corvin sees. I’ll make sure the whole fucking school knows Leah Williams is a slut and will give it up to anyone.

I kick the stand on my bike down and kill the ignition as I climb off. I peel my helmet off and rest it on the seat as I make my way to the house. I push the door open and freeze at the sound of girlish laughter. I slam the door shut and storm into the living room to find Leah and her two friends Cody and Katie sitting on the couches. At the sound of my arrival they all turn to face me. The two girls look scared—good, they should be. Not Leah though, the dirty little minx sits there with an angry look on her face.

“No hoes in the fucking house,” I snarl. Leah’s eyes narrow to angry slits.

“They aren’t hoes. Believe it or not, not every girl is a hoe, Darius!” she spits.

“Nah they may not be but you are!” I snap. Her friend’s faces pale while hers slackens with shock. “Have them out of here within an hour… Actually, just fuck off with them. I have company coming over and I would hate for you to finger that used-up cunt at the sounds coming from my room.” A hurt look crosses her face but I don’t stick around, storming out of the room and heading up the stairs to my room. I kick my door shut once I’m inside and shuck my bag off my back and dump it on the bed before dropping down beside it. I’m full of shit, I didn’t have plans for anyone to come over but now, I need to find someone. I pull my phone out of my pocket and scroll through my messages when I spot the unopened ones from Courtney I think her name is. I click on it.

Shit, her name is Chelsea and she is Leah’s friend. I don’t remember fucking her but I do remember the betrayed look on Goldie’s face when she saw me with her at Shayla’s party, so I decide she is the perfect person to help me out tonight. I could use a good fuck as I’m too tense and need a release, and it’s all the fucking blonde downstairs fault.

Up to tonight?

I don’t have to wait a full minute before her reply comes.

Too fucking easy.

My cock isn’t even hard at the thought of her. No girl makes us work for it and that right there is the problem. They think fucking one of us will boost their reputation. It may be but the truth is it just shows how fucking easy they are to give it up to us.

Chelsea

Coming to yours?

Get here at 8, don’t make me wait.

Chelsea

ohh, I love a man that is demanding. Rawr!

A shudder rolls through me, this girl is going to be another hole I fill for the night and then I’ll never think about her again. I look down at my dick and shake my head.

“You better perform tonight and not go soft at the sight of her!” I don’t have any fucking trouble getting hard when Leah is around or even thinking about her but the thought of plowing some other pussy has my cock flaccid and uninterested. Not tonight though. I’m going to make Carey scream so fucking loud she won’t be able to hide anywhere in this house without hearing her screams.

My phone pings with a message at 7:45.

Chelsea

I’m here babe X

Babe?

Who the fuck does she think she is? I make my way downstairs and eye Crue and Saint in the kitchen. I pass the living room and see Beck and Leah kicking back watching a movie. At the sound of my footsteps her gaze snaps to me. I shoot her a dark smirk and wink as I head for the front door. I swing the door open and it isn’t the sight of her that hits me first it’s the stench of the perfume she has drowned herself in. I fight the gag from breaking free and plaster on the most fake seductive smile I can. She stands here wearing a tight one-shoulder crop top and skin tight black bike shorts that hug her like a second skin. Her face is plastered with make-up so thick if you pushed on her face you would leave a dent. Her hair is up in a high pony tail which makes me think she did that on purpose for something to hold onto while I fuck her from the back.

“Hey, sexy,” she purrs in what I’m sure she thinks is a sexy tone. I keep the fake smile on my face and step aside for her to walk in. Rather than walk past me she stops in front of me, reaches up on her tiptoes and plants a wet kiss to my cheek. I keep my smile in place and nod, my lack of conversation doesn’t seem to deter her. She runs her manicured fingers down my shirt-covered chest and doesn’t stop until she reaches the waistband of my shorts.

Only then do I step back.

“Let’s take this upstairs.” She fakes a shiver, bites her lip. I close the door and turn away to head upstairs but she lurches forward and grips my hand. The only reason I don’t yank it free is that Leah is sitting on the couch and staring right at us.

“Oh, hey girl, I didn’t know you would be here.” Chelsea tries to act surprised but everyone on campus knows who Leah is to Corvin and that her dorm building is being renovated. Leah wipes the look of shock from her face and tries to smile but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“I live here,” she deadpans. Enjoying the fact I’m getting under her skin, I pull my hand free and wrap my arm around Chelsea’s shoulders and pull her into my side. She molds herself into me, loving this display of ownership she thinks she has over me. Leah may not see it but her friend views her as a threat.

“Oh ya, kay. Well catch you later.” Chelsea flutters her lashes up at me, trying to appear all sexy and shit. It’s not working but I play along as I bend down and run my nose along the column of her neck and moan.

“Take that shit upstairs, Leah and I have plans that don’t involve an audience who can’t fake sexual tension to save their asses.” I pull back from Chelsea and snap my gaze to Beckett. Shocked that my best friend would try to rile me up and use the situation between Leah and I against me. I may not have confirmed it, but Beckett knows very well that there is something between Leah and me. He shoots me a condescending look, egging me on to deny his claims and say something but I can’t. “Leah babe , come sit with me and we’ll watch the 365 days movie on Netflix.” My grip on Chelsea tightens to the point she lets out a small shriek. I quickly relax myself as I watch Leah stand. She shoots me a look that tells me she is ready to play hard ball even if it means using Beckett to get a reaction from me.

“I’d love to,” she says. I harden my features, warning her not to do it but when she looks to the girl tucked into my side and smiles brightly I brace for impact. “Don’t fake an orgasm to make him feel better, the poor boy couldn’t find a G-spot even if he had a map.”

Before I can stop them, words spew from my mouth that never should have.

“Managed to find yours every time!”