Page 116 of Love to Hate You

Chapter Thirty-Six

Carter

“Great game, Prescott!”

“Dude, you owned that field today!”

Hands pat me on the shoulder as I move through the crowd searching for Daisy. She hung around after the game to congratulate me and then took off with Olivia, saying they would meet up with us later.

It amazes me that I went this long without Daisy and now all I want is her by my side.

And her wearing my jersey this afternoon?

Yeah, that was sexy as fuck.

I’m sure she’s changed into something more party-friendly, but I’m fantasizing about seeing her in my jersey and nothing else. Thinking about it gives me a semi.

The plan for this evening is simple. I find her, we hang for an hour or so and make the rounds, then we head back home where I immediately strip her ass naked. Maybe have her throw on that jersey again.

I stop and survey the crowd, but don’t see her blond head anywhere. I’m just about to pull out my cell and track her down when a pair of female hands rove over my chest. My head snaps up, hoping that Daisy has materialized.

No such luck. The smile fades from my face as disappointment sets in.

“Hi, Carter. That was an awesome game this afternoon.”

Vanessa, a girl I know from around campus, gives me a coy smile all the while walking her fingers over my bicep. “And you in particular were,” she pauses, searching for a different adjective, but is apparently unable to come up with one on the fly. “Seriously awesome.”

“Ummm, thanks,” I say.

I know what Vanessa’s looking for.

And it’s not going to happen.

Hopefully she’s catching the vibe I’m putting out there that I’m not interested. I’ve been around long enough to know how this situation is going to play out.

“Don’t you think Carter was awesome today, Cassy?”

Alright…I wasn’t expecting that twist.

I blink as another girl who looks identical to Vanessa wraps herself around my other arm like a python. If the way she’s staring at me is any indication, she’s hungry and wants to devour me whole. The second chick presses her breasts against my bare arm. I shift at the feel of her stiff nipples poking me through her shirt.

Even though I’ve done nothing to invite their behavior, this whole situation feels wrong. The only nips I’m interested in, belong to someone else.

“So awesome,” she purrs and flutters her lashes.

I’m not going to lie, these girls are gorgeous. They look like blowup dolls with blond hair and pouty lips. Their breasts are so big and firm, they could smother a man within minutes. I hate to admit it, but before Daisy, I would have slipped an arm around each of them and we would have found somewhere private to enjoy ourselves for a couple of hours.

The boner I’ve been sporting just thinking about my girl shrivels as they stroke me in tandem.

Vanessa leans closer. It’s a little disconcerting the way her lips glisten with sparkly pink gloss.

“So,” she flicks a conspiratorial look at Cassy. “We were hoping to congratulate you privately for doing so—”

“Awesome?” I wince as the word slips from my mouth.

Yeah, go on and say it…I’m a dick.

Guess what?

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