Page 3 of Blitz'd

I shake hands with anger clawing up my spine as I watch them, Megan’s eyes not leaving mine as she rubs herself all over Justin like a dog in heat. His eyes flick over to mine as well and he upnods me just before stuffing his tongue in her mouth for a sloppy kiss.

No, fuck no. She won’t fucking win.Theywon’t fucking win.

But what can I do? I draw a blank until I get to the end of the line and look at Kerian’s deep blue eyes. His signature smug grin is pasted on his face, even though we just beat their asses 21–10.

Megan thinks I have a hard-on for him? She thinks I’m obsessed with Slade so she fucks my teammate?

When he steps up to me, he opens his mouth, probably to spew some bullshit, but I grab the front of his jersey and slam my mouth down on his instead. My other hand snakes around his back and I hold on to his jersey as I nip at his bottom lip before diving in briefly with my tongue.

Holy shit… I’m hard. The fuck? Why am I hard? My cup and jockstrap are uncomfortably tight as I feel his soft lips on mine.

Do I like dudes? Or is it the adrenaline of the game? Yeah, that’s it. It’s the adrenaline. There’s no way I like dudes, and if I did, there would be no fucking way it would be Kerian fucking Slade.

I pull away, blinking to bring him back into focus. Something… strange happened when I kissed him. Well, besides my dick getting hard. It’s like all thoughts left my head and only Kerian surrounded me. He was all I saw, smelled, and felt.

That’s fucking bananas.

I drop my hand from his jersey and try to step back, but it’s his turn to hold on to me. “You can do better than that,” he says just before crushing our lips back together, tunneling his tongue inside and fucking owning me.

His hand snakes possessively around my waist as he plunders my mouth, using his free hand to move my head just how he wants me. I have no other choice but to follow. My head is empty of all thoughts besides what he’s doing to me and how my cock is straining against my cup.

All too soon, he lets me go, that smug grin on his face. “That’ll be something for the papers.” He looks me up and down before walking backward. “I’ll see you soon, Dimples.”

I upnod him, because what else can I do?

Cameras flash in my eyes and microphones are stuck in my face, but I ignore them and stumble over to our sidelines. Russ’s eyebrows are at his hairline as he grips the top of his jersey. He opens his mouth, but I wave him away. “Not now.”

“Megan—”

“Not. Now,” I say.

I spot Megan and Justin in the same spot they were in before, both looking at me open-mouthed.

Yeah, I won. But at what cost?

ChapterTwo

KERIAN

One minute,I’m running over it in my head—the plays, themistakes, every reason we lost and every person whose ass I’m going to kick for making it happen. From one second to the next, though, my mouth is flooded with the taste of apples.

Why does ZanderfuckingBraithe taste like apples?

The flavor takes second place to the way it feels when his lips slam against mine. It’s teasing but perfunctory… and for some reason, that knowledge more than anything irritates me. That asshole has been on my mind since the start of the game because something has been slightlyoff. I could tell from the second I saw him—from his posture and his expression.

And then he thinks he can justkissme?

No, he thinks he can kiss me while he’s staring down some chick crawling all over another guy?

Not. Happening. I don’t getusedto make someone jealous.

What’s even more shocking is that an hour later, I still have the taste of apples on my tongue and my cock is rock hard between my legs.

It doesn’t make sense.

I don’t evenlikeBraithe.

Apparently, my dick isn’t getting the message.

---