Jockblocked: A Novel (Gridiron Book 2)(81)

Jesus. If this guy wasn’t taking it on the chin in the football arena already, he’d be kissing my knuckles.

“Okay, man, you need to take a step back.” I might have gotten around in the past, but I’m twenty-two. I was single, and there were women throwing themselves at me. That I accepted a few—or several—of those invitations doesn’t make me an *. “Seems to me that we’re two pumpkins in the same patch, brother. It wasn’t Stella Lowe who was sucking your dick at the after party in Phoenix after the National Championship game two weeks ago. Unless Stella suddenly grew red hair and has a twin that we don’t know about. And I could’ve sworn that you were screwing a Kappa in the bathroom at the Gas Station on Monday night.”

“My point exactly,” he huffs. “We both know that we’re here to play football, first and foremost. Everything else, including women, come a distant second, so stop screwing around with Lucy. You’re only trying to use her to get to me, and it’s not going to work.”

That pisses me off on Luce’s behalf. “Take your head out of your ass for just a moment and stop thinking about Ace Anderson, buddy. I like Lucy because she’s hot and interesting. She likes me because I’m…well, I’m awesome. It has nothing to do with you.”

“So you’re just going to f*ck her to make a point.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m not f*cking her. She’s my girlfriend, and while that might get your jock in a twist because you’ve been holding a torch for her for a long time, that’s just too damn bad. She’s not your girlfriend. She’s not your sister. You can’t go around tagging all the single ladies on campus you might want someday saying that they’re off-limits. Doesn’t work that way.”

“So what? You want to take away my position on the team and take away my best friend too?” he hurls bitterly.

Clenched jaw, I look at him in frustration. “I don’t want to do either.”

“But you will do both if you want, is that what you’re saying?” He sneers. “Stay away from her, Iverson. She’s too good for you.” He stalks to the door. When he gets there he turns around, “And I’m not moving from quarterback. I earned that goddamned position, and Coach Lowe will have to pry me out of there with a backhoe. You can spread that around the defense along with all your other messages.”

He slams the door behind him, his exit something out of a fricking soap opera. Quarterbacks and their f*cking prima donna attitudes. I drop my head into my hands. So much for taking an easy and nice route with Ace.

I could do a better job screwing up my life, but not by much. At least I have Luce. I cling to that.





29





Lucy




“Do you have time to go to the mall with me?” Matty asks when he picks up the phone. He texted and asked if I’d call him when I had a chance, and the first opportunity I’ve had all day is my mid-evening break during my shift at the Brew House.

“Sure, you run out of Under Armour shirts and sweatpants?”

“Har har. Never heard you complain.”

“I’m more interested in what you’ve got under your clothes,” I tease.

“Tell me more.”

I lean my head against brick exterior of the Brew House and conjure up a vision of Matty sitting in his desk chair with his feet up, wearing his sweatpants and a tight workout shirt that clings to all of his muscles. “No. I’m taking a break and I don’t want to get excited.”

“Mmm. This is like a challenge. Do you think I could get you off, just talking to you? Like telling you how if I was there I’d be on my knees, kissing your * until you cream all over me.”

“Matthew Justin Iverson, you need to be quiet right now.” I turn hot enough to melt the snow.

He chuckles. “You’re bringing out the big guns.”

“Matthew…”

He swallows his next laugh and tries to soothe me. “I swear no more talk about your sweet * and my hard dick.”

“I’m hanging up now.” My panties are becoming uncomfortably damp.

“Seriously. Shutting up. My mom’s birthday is coming up in a week and I need to buy her a gift. You in?”

“Yes.” I find that’s the only response I ever seem to give him these days.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at your apartment around five and we can have dinner out by the mall. There’s a vegan restaurant not too far away.”

Now my heart’s melting. “I’ll be off in two hours.”

“Cool.” He pauses.

“What?”

“Love you, Goldie.”

He hangs up before I can respond. He’s such a devil. And I love it. And him.

He picks me up right on the mark. I bring him a spiced cider from the Brew House and give him a long, thorough kiss.

“So are you telling me that you don’t want to go to the mall?” he jokes after I let him go.

“No, that’s my ‘I love you, too’ kiss.”

His eyes gleam with warmth. “I like those kisses.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“Yeah? How many condoms we got left?”