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“Fine,” I say as I jog over to the pile and find the largest ones. I put them on and they’re still tight.

I take my old position as outside linebacker and glare at the quarterback. Bryce is trying to act confident, but his skittish eyes keep fluttering over to me as he reads the line and calls his play. I’m in his head. Soon, I’m going to be more than just in his head—I’m going to be all over him.

The ball gets snapped and I take off like a rocket, my eyes fixated on the pretty boy, piece of shit target with the ball.

The offensive lineman in charge of blocking me is brave. I’ll give him that. He tries his best, but I got eighty pounds on the kid. He wasn’t on the list, so I just swerve around him, and head straight for Bryce.

“Oh shit!” he screeches when he sees me coming. He scrambles in the opposite direction, running like a goddamn rhinoceros is on his heels.

“Come here, you little bitch,” I grunt through gritted teeth as I chase him down.

He plants his foot and throws the ball.

Bad move.

With his body still, I have a free shot on him and I take it. I take it hard.

I feel the air getting yanked out of his lungs as my body slams into his side. I pick the fucker up and land hard on him, crunching and crushing his body under an onslaught of muscle.

He whimpers under me.

I take my time in getting off him, which lets him know that he’s at the top of my shit list.

As I’m walking back to the line to do it all over again, I spot an angel watching from the stands.

Ali. She’s there, smiling at me.

The rage I’m feeling disappears and gratitude takes its place. Gratitude that a beautiful innocent girl like her exists in the world and that I came across her.

She gives me a shy little wave.

That’s it. That’s the girl for me. I knew it before, but now I’m certain.

She’s the only one I want.

I line up in position and the rage comes roaring back when I spot a last name on the offensive: Conner.

It’s written across the back of the tight end’s jersey.

James Conner.

That fucker was on the list. I wonder what he did to my angel to break her spirit.

Whatever it was, I’ll break his head for it.

My eyes are locked on him as everyone lines up and Bryce limps up to the center.

He snaps the ball and I go.

Hard.

CHAPTER FIVE

Ali

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I’m trying not to giggle or laugh, but it’s hard not to with the way Elijah is taking care of my bullies. He’s dominating them on the field.

I wince as he slams into James Conner and plows him into the ground so hard that his helmet flies off and bounces five yards down the field. James looks stunned as he lays there flattened out while Elijah casually gets up and walks over his limp body.

This is amazing. I’d feel bad for James if I didn’t know what an absolute prick he was. Every time he walks by me when I’m eating in the cafeteria, he sticks his dirty finger in my food and laughs. He was also the one who originally started the chants in the hallways of my name. I hate him. It’s nice to see him getting what he deserves and more.

Every time I see my beast charging off of the line and crunching into another player, I get a little hotter. I keep shifting around on the bleachers, watching with my pussy aching. I’m tingling all over.

Elijah struts back to the line with those big arms flexed. I just want to touch them. I want to drag my tongue down his ripped stomach and not stop until my mouth is full of his big cock.

I can’t stop wondering what he’s packing down there. I bet he’s huge. He has to be with that body.

I bet he’s a beast in the bedroom too. The sexy, enticing image of him picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and ravaging me on his bed keeps filling my brain and making me all twitchy. I wouldn’t even know what to do with a man like him.

I’m inexperienced in every way. I haven’t been with a boy. The only kiss I had was the soft gentle one that Elijah gave me in the parking lot.

It lit my body on fire, filling me with all sorts of dirty desires. The second his mouth pulled away, one word kept repeating in my head: More.

More. More. More.

I want more of him. I want all of him. I want him to take me. I want him to claim me. I want him to steal my virginity with that big long hard cock I know he’s hiding. I need to feel it stretching and filling my aching virgin pussy.


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