Page 51 of Out of Bounds

Ripping clothing off Kassie…

It was damn early in the morning but apparently, it wasn’t too early for all the blood to drain out of my head.

My cock fuckingached.

What about focusing on the Birchwood Conference did I not fucking understand? I left the locker room and made my way back to practice. But I couldn’t help my fingers squeezing into a fist when I thought of her wearing somebody else’s name.

It didn’t matter because Kassandra Ragar was nothing more than my fake girlfriend.

But the rest of the world didn’t need to know that.

"King." I motioned him over and the two of us made a quick walk to Coach Lawson. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Kassie taking her time to the bleachers, and all the girls waving, ready to welcome her in. "I need you to put the word out on something."

He grunted, showing that he heard me.

"I want an off-limits tag."

His silence was as loud as a fire alarm.

"Do you know what that is?" I asked.

King gave me a slow look. Crammed with every question he wanted to ask and all the ones he didn’t dare to. "Yes."

"Good. I want one on Kassie."

His eyebrows raised.

"I’m fine," I answered his unsaid question. "Never been better."

He paused. "Alright, captain."

"Have everybody hear about it, inside and outside of football. If I see any man on campus touching her, they’ll have to deal with me. They’ll regret it."

Rolling back my shoulders, I cracked my neck. It was time to get to work.

20

Kassie

Better Than Expected

On Saturday, the actual game didn’t start until one o’clock, but we were expected at six in the morning, just like the practices. After a full week of them, you’d think I would’ve been used to it.

"They’re taking away my Saturdays too," I mumbled into my phone at the crook of my neck, sitting in one of the lounges.

The rest of the football girlfriends were getting their hair and makeup done, putting on the finishing touches before we watched dudes toss balls together. Two of the football girlfriends had already dolled me up, in more dark blue eyeshadow than I’d ever worn in my life, and a couple more brought their supplies closer to me while I sketched in my sketchbook.

I yawned. "I couldn’t be more tired with Ambien."

"Where’s Mr. Intense?" Zariah asked through the phone.

"Probably yelling at someone."

My roommate chuckled and the girls on the couch snickered too. I held up my sketchbook to the line of them.

"Oh my god, that’s socute," one of the girlfriends cooed. "I love how you colored the lipstick. Can I take a picture?"

Another one adjusted on the couch. "Could you get me in this position?"

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