8. Then

I’m sitting on the bleachers with Nicole as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “Slow down. If you choke, I won’t be able to help you. I failed CPR class, remember?” She rolls her eyes at me and eats another handful.

“It’s just so good. You know Dad won’t let us eat this stuff at home.” I snort and look off at the field. The guys are doing some warm-ups as the cheerleaders try to amp up the crowd. I point over towards Ronnie and sigh.

“I wish I could do that, but you know Dad would never let me prance around in a skirt that short, let alone show off my stomach.” Nicole starts to cackle, then wheezes. I smack her hard on the back, and she leans forward.

“I’m not choking, god Cat, chill,” she says through gasps. I shrug and resume watching Rex as he tackles someone. I jump up and cheer. He looks over at the stands and catches my eye through his helmet. A team member smacks his shoulder, bringing his attention back to the game. Taking my seat again I watch his tight ass in those pants.

“So, how is that going?” Nicole–my little sister, asks, and I bite my lip to hide my smile. “Has he asked you out yet? It’s been a few weeks now since Dad caught him kissing you in the kitchen.” My cheeks heat at that, and I glance her way.

“No, he hasn’t asked me out yet, officially. But I think we’re dating,” I say with a sigh.

“Wait! What do you mean he never asked you out, but you’re dating?” I shrug and frown.

“He says that I’m his and only his. So I think that means we’re dating?” Our team scores again, and I jump up to cheer, but I missed what happened. Shit! Rex won’t like that I took my eyes off him.

“Oooh, someone is in trouble,” Nicole mutters, and I look over Rex’s way. He has his helmet off and a scowl on his face as his teammates congratulate him. I offer him a small smile, but he turns on his heel and goes back to the huddle.

* * *

“Great game, Rexley,”Nicole says before leaving us. Rex reaches out and grips my elbow hard, tugging me into an empty locker room.

“Ow,” I whimper, then moan as he claims my lips in a punishing kiss. Kissing him back, I sigh as he nips down my jaw. I dig my nails into his shoulder pads, until he pulls away and laughs when I whine.

“Only good girls get kisses, kitty. Are you a good girl?” I nod, and he grips my wrists in his hand, slamming them hard against the wall. I yelp with a wince, and he gets closer to my face. “Good girls watch their boyfriends, and you, kitty, didn’t.”

Giving him a huge smile, I arch my back, releasing a little of the pressure. I press my mouth to his, and he groans, opening for me when I run my tongue along his bottom lip.

“You said you’re my boyfriend.” He blinks a few times and releases my wrists, gripping my neck tight, pulling my lips back to his. I whimper into his mouth, and he grins.

“I told you, kitty, you’re mine.”