The Game (That Girl, #2)(9)

“Oh, not me. In fact, you are the biggest and most arrogant dick I’ve ever met,” Jazzy follows up.

“Well, you got one thing correct. I do have the biggest dick you’ll ever meet. And if you’re lucky one day…”

“Un-f*cking-believable.” Jazzy throws both hands up in the air. “The only reason I’m going—and let me repeat this to be clear—the only reason I’m going is because I need tampons and blinds. Trust me on that.”

Jazzy slams the door, which leads to the garage, and pots and pans rattle along with some pictures that nearly fall off the wall.

“I swear, you two just need to f*ck out your frustration,” Lynlee says as she snags her purse.

“I’m game for that.”

Lynlee shoots me a death glare straight from hell, so I decide against offering up more detail and just grab my cock, adjusting my raging hard on. There’s just something about that blonde bombshell that sets me on fire. Something in my gut is warning me that Jazzy holds the ticket to set me free from so many demons, so I guess it’s a good thing she won’t even give me a chance.

“I’m driving,” I declare, walking out into my garage.

Lynlee fires back, “No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am, and we are taking the car I pick.”

It’s an easy decision for today. Normally, I’d always pick one of the sports cars, whether it be the Lamborghini or the Porsche. But today, the black Denali with super dark tinted windows, which all my cars have. Makes public appearances much easier and a lot less eventful. Fuck, I’ve had panties and bras thrown at me or left hanging on my side-view mirrors, phone numbers written in lipstick across my windshield, and my all-time favorite, nudie pics taped to my entire vehicle.

Part of me wants to be recognized everywhere I go since I’ll be experiencing no adrenaline on the field. It’s f*cking sick how addicted I am to the fame and high of the game, but really, it’s the only love I’ve ever felt.

“I’m f*cking driving. You know, Levi Wilks, you’ve made me drop the f-bomb more times in the last week than I’ve said in my whole life. You’re going to be the death of me.”

I watch as Lynlee refuses to take any bullshit and hops in the front of the Denali. Well, at least the girl made the right choice. She’s also spot on by not letting me drive. I still can’t turn my neck to the right side, but I do a damn good job of masking it while at home with the girls. My physical therapy starts tomorrow, and I hope this is something I can address with the therapist. I’m sure as hell not going to let anyone else know.

Jazzy climbs in the back without question, so I follow her lead and take the seat opposite of her. If only I could climb in with such ease. Instead it takes me a couple minutes to get in. Neither of the girls notices my labored actions, which I’m thankful for.

“Are you f*cking kidding me?” Jazzy asks staring me down.

As innocently as humanly possible, I ask, “What?”

“You can sit in the front seat. I clearly got in first.”

“I never sit in the front seat unless I’m craving a lot of unwanted attention.”

“Oh, you think you’re so famous that hordes of horny, big-tittied women will swarm your ass in public?”

Lynlee already has the engine roaring to life and is backing out of the garage, and she responds to Jazzy for me. “Actually, they do. It’s ridiculous. Trust me, Jazzy.”

I don’t think I can possibly be prouder of Lynlee than I am at this moment.

“God, you’re a douche bag,” Jazzy spits out.

“Well, crawl up into the front. I’d love to watch.”

“Why are you such a f*cking pig?”

“Hey, I’m just saying you have a nice ass, and I’d love to watch it move in those little white shorts.”

“Lynlee, stop the car. I’m walking back home. I can’t take any more of this *.”

“Yeah, stop the car, Lynlee. I’d love to see those tight white shorts walk her little ass home.”

“You’re a dick.”

“You’re a f*cking drop dead gorgeous woman.”

“Fuck! I cannot stand you. I can’t stand the sound of your voice, the look on your face, and your f*cking smell. I. Can’t. Stand. You.”

“My smell, uh?” I ask with a wink.

And as strange as it may seem, I know I have her. She’s fallen hook, line, and sinker for me. The problem is, she doesn’t realize it yet.

A flying fist distracts me from thoughts of having her creamy white legs wrapped around my ears. Her fist lands smack dab in the middle of my chest, causing me to gasp in unneeded air and then a shooting pain all the way up from my hip to the top of my neck. It’s a f*cking electrifying type of pain, the same wave of hurt I felt the day on the field when my career was put on hold. Instinctively, my hands grabs hers before she is able to retreat back to her side of the car.

“Let go of me now.” Her voice is harsh and not joking at all.

Without thinking, I pull her hand up to my lips and kiss it. I keep my eyes closed because I don’t want to see the repulsed look covering her face. Something about this girl reminds me of Rebecca, the girl who I f*cked everything up with. The one memory I never want to visit again. She was the only girl I really loved, and something about Jazzy brings back all those feelings. That’s why I need to f*ck her and get her out of my system for good.