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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
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I drift into the kitchen, hoping to find something less gross and preferably stronger to drink. On the way, I pass Malik’s sister, Imani, who’s laughing with a group of girls. The freshmen this year look way too young. I wonder briefly if we looked the same, but I was six-three by the time I was sixteen, so maybe not. My beard was also pretty impressive at that age. I run my hands over my clean-shaven face, considering growing it back. There was something nice about wearing it, like a furry mask. It was an easy way to look different from my brothers.

I strike out in the kitchen but grab a handful of chips from a freshly opened packet. The space is packed with linebackers who out loom me with their immense bodies. I shake some hands. We’re generally friendly, although there has been some unpleasantness over girls in past years. I get dragged into a conversation with Andrew Barker, the QB, about my predictions for the hockey season and what teams I hope to get drafted to. I don’t mind chewing over team stats and mulling predictions, but I hate discussing the draft. Jacob’s a sure thing. Shawn, as well. Me? Well, I’ve always gone where my brothers go, and hockey has been our lives for longer than I can remember, but the draft could split us up. We could end up in teams all over the country, potentially in different countries, if we’re drafted into Canadian teams, and what then? Will I even want to play when my brothers could be on the opposing side? I shudder at the thought of competing with either of them.

Just as I’m about to find a way to disengage from the conversation and head back out to where my brothers were last standing, a girl’s voice rises above the music and chatter. “Get your friggin’ hands off me, you oaf.”

I turn to find a curvy blonde, shoving the massive chest of one of the biggest linebackers at Eastern U. His hands grip her ass cheeks, pressing her against his hulking body. She’s struggling against his grip but losing the fight. “This ass,” he groans. “This ass would feel so good smacking back against me while I ride you from behind.”

“Fucking gross,” she spits, grabbing his wrists and attempting to dislodge them but failing. She might not be winning the war, but she’s giving it her all, and I respect that.

“That’s not what you’ll be saying when that pretty mouth is full of my dick.”

She gawps as though he’s outdone her capacity for shock. Forester is well known for being excessively handsy, but this is fucking unacceptable. He jiggles her ample ass, shifting one cheek at a time, laughing like he’s found a great new game to play, and the girl flushes scarlet.

She looks familiar and sounds familiar. In black pants and a hot pink top, she’s a bombshell of an angry woman.

“Hey, Bryan. She said no.”

He turns to me, his mouth twisting from a disgusting grin to something sly and ominous. “I didn’t hear a no.”

“Fucking NO,” she screams right in his face. “Clear enough for you?”

“I think you like it. Most girls do. They say they want the nice guys, the hearts and flowers, but really, they want to be held down and fucked.”

“NO, NO, NO,” she screams as I momentarily reel with disgust. The dude sounds like a sex offender.

“I think you need to let her go, dude.”

“Mind your own fucking business, Drayton,” he barks.

The conversation in the kitchen has dropped to nothing as everyone stares, braced for what will happen next. I don’t know this girl. She isn’t my friend. But none of that matters because Bryan Forester is a massive fucking asshole who needs to be taught a harsh lesson.

“This is my business, Forester. Take your hands off my girl.”

He blinks, his smug expression falling. There are rules amongst men, and grabbing another dude’s girlfriend breaks the most fundamental. The girl twists to stare at me, and I realize that she’s the one who rejected Jacob last night.

“GET YOUR FUCKING FILTHY HANDS OFF MY GIRL,” I roar.

Like he’s been scalded, he drops his arms like they suddenly weigh a ton, and the girl flinches back immediately, panting hard. The air is so thick with tension that it presses against my temples. I saunter toward the girl and rest my hand gently against the small of her back, praying she won’t deny my claim on her in front of all these people. Her dark eyes stare up at me, shock widening them.

“Are you okay, baby?” I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear, and she doesn’t flinch from my touch. Instead, her eyelids lower, and she exhales, leaning into me.

I register a lot of things at that moment; the way she smells, like roses and vanilla, the warmth of her body and the way the top of her ass curves against my little finger, the easy way she fits into the protective arch of my body. Although we’re surrounded, it’s like the world is spinning on a different axis, and we’re alone.


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