Page 10 of Big Dix

Good fucking question.

“Coach is looking for you. You need to see what he wants. Now.” The lie spills from my lips like water.

“Coach? What’s he want?”

“I don’t know. Coach just told me to find you.”

Lie.

The corner of Trent’s mouth tics up. I’m not fooling him. Not in the least.

“All right.” His eyes shift to Evelyn.

I step in front of him, effectively blocking her from his view.Why don’t I just piss a circle around her while I shout, “She is mine!”

“Coach, huh?”

“Yeah. Coach.” I raise a brow, and the fucker smiles.

“Later, Dix. Nice meeting you, Evelyn.” Trent laughs as he walks away.

I’ve never wanted to punch him in the face more.

“Um, you, too. Enjoy the party?” Her words come out as a question behind me. She’s likely wondering what the hell just happened.

But I can’t make myself turn around.

“Atticus?” Her delicate finger taps my shoulder.

I stay in place, frozen, like an asshole.

“Did you need something?”

Yes, you.

Shit.I didn’t say that out loud, did I?

Clearing my throat, I turn to face her. Fuck, Evelyn’s pretty. Really pretty in her little chef hat and neckerchief. My mind races with visions of her naked and beneath me. My name slipping from her perfect lips in a chant while I choke her softly with that ridiculous thing around her neck.

I fist my hands at my sides so I won’t grab her and turn fantasy into reality right fucking here. “Go out with me.”

A demand, not a question. I’m killing any shot that I may have with her pulling this caveman bullshit.

“Please.”There that’s a little bit better,I hope.

Her eyes go wide, her perfect little pink tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, and my cock is jealous. “Really? You want to go out with me? Tell me, what’s doing it for you? The toque, the neckerchief, or this big ass cranberry stain?”

Her mischievous smile lights up the night, and if I’m honest, everything about her is doing it for me.

“All of it. All of you. That’s what’s doing it for me.” I reach out to brush a strand of hair that has fallen from her ponytail behind her ear and get lost in those hot chocolate-colored eyes.

She inhales sharply as I begin to lean in. I want that mouth against mine. Closing my eyes, I cup her cheek, and her sugary sweet scent fills my nose and makes my cock twitch behind my zipper.

“Evelyn,” a deep voice calls. “We need you in here. Jen is missing, and nobody knows when to pull the chicken puffs.”

We snap back from one another like we’ve been shocked, and the trance is broken. Evelyn’s eyes, clouded with lust, break from mine to search out the voice calling her.

“Shit. So freaking close. Cock-blocking asshole. This must be how Glory felt,” she whispers to herself, and I can’t contain my bark of laughter.

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