Player's Princess (A Royal Sports Romance)(8)

This newcomer—Ransom—looks over Jason's shoulder.

At me. He smirks, and his face reminds me of a wolf prowling back and forth, sizing up prey. He looks like he's found a weak spot.

"Oh, look who it is, Princess Cunterella. Good job, Powell. Tell me something, do princesses suck dick harder than mere mortals?"

The entire room goes dead silent. Jason… changes. It's like his muscles harden under his clothes. They were very hard to begin with, but they get much harder. His face goes red.

"Let it go, Jason," Dee pleads.

Akele, the booming giant, stands up from his barstool and bellows at the top of his lungs, "Valhalla!"

Then it starts.

The impact of the two teams hitting each other is just as loud in here as it was on the field, but there are no pads and no ball. Jason punches Ransom in the face. Akele and his twin brother—I presume; they look exactly the same—slam into two equally giant members of the Honey Badgers, and the room erupts into chaos.

Dee yanks at my arm, yelling at me that we have to leave. As Jason relentlessly pummels his opponent, another Badger rises behind him, hefting a barstool high to smash it over Jason’s head.

I do the only thing that seems reasonable. I scream at the top of my lungs, sprint across the room, and jump on his back before he can land the blow with the stool. The giant man drops the improvised weapon and pulls at my arms, trying to pry me loose. I lock them around his throat, choking him, but only briefly before he seizes my arms and pries them easily away from his neck. Suddenly this seems like it was a very poor idea.

Jason grapples with him and somehow pries me loose and drops me on my feet, pushing me at Dee.

"Dee, what the hell are you doing," Jason roars, "Get her out!"

"You get her out," Dee shouts back.

"Get that bitch," Ransom snarls.

Two of the Badgers are about to grab me when Akele bowls into them full tilt, screaming a battle cry in a language I don't know, and all three of them plow into the wall so hard that the deer's head that gives the place its name drops and flips over one of the tables.

Sirens cut through the din.

The other giant twin looks up from dragging a Honey Badger to the door.

"It's the cops," he roars, "Everybody out of the pool!"





Chapter Two





Jason



The princess runs at me, screaming, "You shitty goat herder! Your father was a walrus! Your dick is Trou du Cru! Your head is stuffed with straw! Your mother sucks narwhal cock! Fuck you and f*ck your tea!"

I actually hear someone laughing. Dee looks like she's about to shit a chicken as she pulls at Anastasia's arm, trying valiantly to stop her and being dragged across the room for her efforts.

Except it's not me she's running at. It's Ransom, who is about six times her size. Hopping on one foot, she rips off her shoe and hurls it at his head.

It bounces off the f*cker's skull, and on pure instinct, I catch it.

"Cops," Akele bellows. "Are you all f*cking deaf? Cops!"

I catch Princess Anastasia around the waist and yank her off her feet and up onto my shoulder. She tries to wriggle out of my grasp to crawl right over my back and savage Ransom with her delicate, little fists.

"This isn't over, Hayseed," Ransom shouts, pointing.

"Just run, you f*cking jackass," I shout back.

I run for the back of the bar.

Akele and Aheahe, my twin halfback and running back, run with astonishing speed for men of their size, shoving through the back of the bar.

As she tries desperately to free myself from her grasp, Anastasia keeps shoving her ass against the side of my head. If I wasn't busy escaping a night in jail for trashing the bar, I might be enjoying this.

"Let me go! I must give battle!"

"Shut up," I snap. "And what the hell is a Trou du Cru?"

"It's a cheese! His dick smells like cheese! His mother fornicates with cod! I'll punch his ass! I'll kick his dick! Let me go, I command you!"

Is she out of her mind?

"No! Now be quiet. Dee!"

Anastasia continues to wriggle on my shoulder, hitting me with her fists. "I have to fight!"

"Please stop that," I tell her. I spot Dee running along with the rest of the team. "Everybody back to the house, f*cking run!"

An alleyway runs behind the bar down to Cleveland Avenue. From there we run across the tracks and up West Main, toward the house. It stands at the top of a sloping hill, and we better f*cking make it or I'm going to see the inside of a jail cell.

"Run, run, run," Dee chants. "Not far!"

Akele slams into the back gate so hard he rips it right off the hinges, and the rest of us pile in behind him, leaving a muddy track up the back steps to the door.

Inside, I deposit the princess on the floor, crouching and bending to drop her on her butt.

She lets out a little "oof" and glares at me. "How dare you lay your hands on my royal person!"

"You didn't mind when I laid my hands on your royal ass."

"She's drunk," Dee says, stumbling between us to sit with her friend. "Lay off, Jace."

"Lay off? Are you f*cking insane, Princess? You almost got your skull caved in. One little flick from one of those savages would put you in the ER."