Sacking The Player

Well damn, I’m starving.

“I’ll feed you, King.” Someone purrs from behind me. Fuckin’ hell, I’m so over this shit, pretty sure everyone has heard by now I have a girl, especially after my shouting match with that bitch and Keith at the frat house.

Looking at Amaya, I know I have a chance with her, because she looks jealous as hell right now. Steam is about to blow from her ears. I turn around and see it’s Samantha, a girl I bagged last year. Not good.

“Sorry, Sam, but never gonna happen.”

She sneers. “Your loss.”

“Nope, it’s yours. I got my girl here, don’t need you.” I hug Amaya, pulling her in close, but she gives me the brush off.

“You like women with curves, you honestly can’t expect people to believe that you are with that twig.” She points to Amaya with an eye roll.

“Listen here you little bitch,” Amaya speaks up, standing in front of me. “Tate loves me, he loves my body, what I can do with it, and that’s not all. He actually keeps me around for more than just bed play, because I actually have a brain in my head. So, go fuck yourself.” I’m stunned, Amaya turns to look at me and grabs my hand, pulling me quickly into her. And she kisses me.

Oh fuck.

I move my hands to cup her ass and groan against her soft lips, dying to slide my tongue between the part in her mouth and taste her.

She breaks the kiss too soon for my liking. I was only getting started.

Pulling b

ack, she stares at me. “Let’s go, baby, we have plans,” she coos, loud enough for Sam to hear.

I don’t bother looking back at Sam as we walk down the hallway hand in hand wearing a huge dopey smile on my face the whole time.

When we’re far enough away, I stop walking and look at her, smirking. “You were jealous,” I gloat.

She rolls her eyes at me and blushes slightly. “Nope, I just thought it was pathetic. You know, when girls do that to you, why can’t you just ignore them and walk away? You were dragging it out.”

“I don’t like being a complete dick.”

She pokes my chest with her finger, and I cover her hand with mine.

“Well, maybe you should start, then I wouldn’t have had to say anything back there. I had a feeling it would have kept going for a long ass time if I hadn’t of stepped in.” I like her feisty, possessive side. It’s Hella sexy.

“Want to get to the dance hall early? That way we can get out early and grab something to eat?”

“Don’t you have practice?” she asks.

“Not today, there’s a game Saturday, so no practice. Coach doesn’t want us hurting come game day.”

She raises a brow. “And dance won’t hurt you for the game?”

I shrug. It’s been a few months since we started the dance stuff and Coach told me yesterday, I didn’t need the dancing lessons anymore since my ankle is fully healed, and I’m doing amazing footwork on the field. But I don’t want to quit, because then Amaya probably wouldn’t let me keep seeing her. And since we cut our lessons to only one day a week, I’m soaking up all the time I can to be with her.

Today is the day I put part one of my plan into action.

She’s still standing in front of me and her mouth is open like she is trying to think of some smartass remark.

The invitation her parted lips provide is a temptation I can no longer ignore. I cup her cheek and lean in. When she doesn’t pull back and leans forward meeting my mouth halfway, it feels right. I go in soft and smooth. Her lips move with mine and our tongues connect in a warm embrace. Her breath is light and minty as our mouths continue to dance. Our tongues sweep against each other like old friends. It’s as though we’ve been kissing our whole lives. It should scare me, this feeling of wanting her and needing her. But I know, I just know that she’s the one. My dad was right. The desire to have every piece of her hits me like an arrow straight to my heart. I feel the urge to look for cupid, because I’m perfectly content to never kiss any other woman but Amaya.

She moans into my mouth as I grab her neat bun and mess it up by digging my fingers into the wispy strands with hunger. I want to possess every inch of her, heart, soul, and body. I want it all.

She pulls back breathless and bites her bottom lip. “That was some first kiss, Tate. You’re more than a King on the playing field. I think I might dub you a King of kisses too.”

I laugh as her long lashes flutter giving me a hint at the smile behind her caramel eyes.