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I hit send and hope he’s still with that group of assholes so they can watch the way Iknowhe’s going to blush when he reads the text. My eyes flash to the mirror, and let out a small hiss when I see a little spatter of blood on my cheek.

I didn’t know fingers bled that much.

I wipe it off as my phone buzzes, and smirk when I look down.

Dimples: Fuck u Kerian

And then the fucker has the audacity to send me a gif of someone blowing a kiss before he answers.

Dimples: Twice

ChapterThirteen

ZANDER

Most times,I’m nervous before a game, but today, I don’t have that anxious feeling flowing through me. All I feel is exhilaration and excitement to beat this team’s ass.

We’re in Maryland, a few hours from our campus in Virginia. Our opponents from Clear Lake University in Destiny, Maryland are not good. Like at all. The quarterback sucks, their receivers can’t run routes, and their kicker is worse than Justin. They’re 0–5, while we’re 5–0. They’re fucking trash. No need to be nervous.

Besides, I got a text from Kerian that will ensure we win today.

Kerian: I’ll be watching your game tonight, Dimples. Don’t fuck up.

Me: If we win do I get a reward

Kerian: What are you, a fucking puppy?

I barked a laugh at that message. Russ shot me a weird look from across the aisle of the bus we were on.

Me: No but I need some incentive

Me: Please?

I knew Kerian liked it when I begged. When he had me on my back with my legs spread so he could suck me off, he told me as much. His pupils blew wide and that smug smile tipped up his lips when the word left my mouth. I had to arrange my cock in my sweats as I think about it. It’s been the object of my jerk-off sessions.

Kerian: Win this game for me and I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll beg for more.

“Fuck,” I murmured, setting my phone down and leaning back against the seat. I knew he’d say something like that, but seeing it and imagining his mouth forming those words? Holy fucking fuck.

Me: Oh really

I add an emoji with the tongue sticking out.

Kerian: Head in the game, Braithe. Win for me, yeah?

Kerian: Good luck.

Him wishing me luck could have just been him wanting to get some ass, but my mind stays stuck on the sentiment. It was… sweet.

I’m in deep with Kerian and I know it. But it’s so much easier than pretending I’m not intrigued by him. There’s something about him that draws me in. Or maybe I’m just a fool. Who knows which one is accurate?

Over the past few days, Kerian and I have been texting more and more. He mostly gives me shit about texting him good morning and asking how he slept, but I don’t pay it any mind. I told him that’s how I am and I won’t stop. He gave me more shit, but didn’t ask me to stop again. I think he secretly likes it.

Surprisingly, I’ve enjoyed talking to Kerian. He doesn’t give me much, but a few words here or there throughout the day make me glow.

Now we’re lined up on the sidelines, waiting for the game to start, and my mind is firmly on winning this game so Kerian can give me my reward. Fuck, thinking about having him inside me again has me ready to rush on every play, just so I know we get the touchdown. I want to leave nothing to chance. But I know I can’t do that if I don’t want to hear shit from Coach about playing other people’s positions.

“Head in the game?” Russ asks from beside me.

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