Page 4 of Stuffing His Stocking

Chris gets a cocky smirk on his face while stepping closer. “We’re two of the best players on the team, baby. We have pussy lined up for days.”

“Good for you,” I sass. “But like I said, I’m just trying to get home.” I finally shove past them. They don’t let me get far before surrounding me again.

“Bitch thinks she’s too good for us, Ricky. Maybe we need to put her in her place.”

“You know what happens to stuck-up little sluts like you?” Ricky’s question is rhetorical so I don’t bother answering it.

“Why don’t you guys just fuck off and let me be on my way?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know that was the wrong thing to say, and both of them shoot me menacing sneers.

Then Chris slaps my books out of my hands and Ricky tosses my bag to the ground. I try to reach for my things, but they kick them away, towering over me as I stand between them.

Ricky snarls at me. “You have a smart fucking mouth, you know that? Too bad your brain isn’t smart enough to keep you outta trouble.”

“I got something for that mouth right here.” Chris snickers while rubbing his cock through his jeans.

Bile rises in my throat and sweat begins to bloom on my forehead. My hands are clammy, my mouth goes dry, and my heart beats wildly against my ribs.

My fight-or-flight instinct is about to kick in when a booming voice startles all three of us. “Now, what the fuck is going on here?”

I twist my neck to look in the direction of a large, masculine figure approaching us. He’s just as big as Chris and Ricky, but he’s surrounded by an air of authority and dominance.

“We got a problem?” he addresses the two guys.

“Doesn’t concern you, man,” Ricky says casually, but his eyes widen and he swallows.

“We’re just talking to a friend. That’s all,” Chris lies while glaring down at me.

“I’m not yourfriend.” I scowl at the two of them as a fresh wave of confidence settles into the base of my spine.

The Good Samaritan takes a menacing step toward the two football players while his meaty fists remain clenched at his sides. “Why don’t you two get the fuck outta here before I kick both your asses, then call Coach Wilson. He and I go way back and I’m sure he’d like to hear what two of his star players are up to. Especially right before the playoffs.”

Chris and Ricky glance at each other, trying to determine if the stranger is bluffing. But then he pulls out his phone and starts dialing.

“Whatever, man. We were just fucking around,” Ricky scoffs. “This fat bitch ain’t worth it anyway.”

Damn, I know I’m curvy, but it still hurts when someone calls me fat.

The stranger growls at the two boys, but I tug on his shirt while they walk away. “Let 'em go. They aren’t worth the assault charges.”

His eyes remain glued to their retreating backs until they’re out of sight. Then he finally looks at me. “You okay?”

Before I can answer him, my breath catches in my chest and my heart begins racing all over again.

Surely this isn’t… He can’t be…

“Dylan?” My brow furrows and I tilt my head as I crane my neck to look up at him. I may be a little taller now, but his 6’4 stature still dwarfs my 5’3 frame.

“Olivia.” He tests my name out on his tongue, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. “All grown up now, I see.” For some reason, that makes me blush like I’m back in high school. “What are you doing out here so late?”

“Oh, I was just wrapping up a project.” My gaze roams over his body, and I note his dusty steel-toed boots, dirty jeans, tight-fitting gray t-shirt, and the hard-hat in his hand. There’s a logo for Callahan Construction on his shirt that matches the one on his hat.

Is he into construction now? I thought his father had a tech company.

“Well, you better get home. It’s getting dark out here.”

“That’s it? I haven’t seen you in five years and that’s all you have to say to me?” I don’t know why I’m upset as I plant my fists on my hips. I’m about to say something else when another guy with the same t-shirt walks over to us.

“Hey, man. We’re all done for the day. You ready to take off?” His friend glances back and forth, but Dylan doesn’t make any introductions.

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