Page 55 of Happenstance
I strapped on my shoulder pads and rolled my eyes Sean’s way. “Go fuck yourself, Callaghan.”
Sean walked past, crashing his shoulder into mine and jarring me forward. Asshole had been gunning for me since he found out I knocked up little sister’s best friend.
“See you on the field,” he muttered.
“Hey Callaghan,” I called out, and shot him a smirk, ‘Guess who slept in my bed last night?”
Sean stopped and tipped his glare my way. “You a sucker for punishment, Whitley?”
“Just figured you should know whose dick she’ll be swallowing tonight.” I popped my helmet on my head and slapped his back, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of her. Though personally, if I were you, I’d be more worried about your sister. She’s sixteen now, right?”
Mason had a contract, and if it was anything like Micha’s, Harper was fucked.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sean growled back.
“Ask your old man.” I shrugged and sauntered out onto the field.
Sean had other things to worry about. Lana was mine now, and I couldn’t wait to show her that.
I blewout a huff of air, striped my uniform off, and pushed my fingers through my hair. Coach made me run laps after practice. Sean should’ve been running them with me. It wasn’t my fault the prick couldn’t take what he dished out. But he was the quarterback, and quarterback’s always got special treatment. Despite how many touchdowns I scored.
“Fucking prick,” I grumbled while snatching my towel out of my locker.
I needed to calm down before I took my Angel home, or the first time I fucked my wife, it’d be rough and hard. The first time I took her, I was too consumed by carnal desire to give Lana the attention she deserved. I should’ve made her first time more special. A mistake I planned on rectifying tonight. If I couldn’t get rid of this rage boiling through my veins, that wasn’t going to happen.
Fucking Callaghan.
I stormed into the showers and stopped. There was only one reason Brady would still be here. Our wide receiver was a fan of the closet. At parties he played the pussy parade like everyone else, but he was really a cock fan. He’d begged for mine on several occasions.
I cocked my head and followed the bulging ridges of his arm braced up against the tiled wall. Brady was a good looking guy. Dark hair, tanned skin, and firm ass. Under the water he looked even better. Hard body, slick and wet. My dick was ready to go before I stepped under the warm spray. My mind, however, was not. I’d never betray my angel by touching someone else. My dick belonged to Lana and no one else.
Brady rolled his forehead against the wall, turning his light eyes my way. “Hey.”
I nodded back at him and went about my shower. Should’ve known ignoring him wouldn’t do anything. Brady stood there watching me, gaze following my hand’s movements as they slid over my body, washing away the grime from practice. Three steps later and he was in front of me, breath cooling my face.
“You know,” he licked his lips and dropped his stare down to my hard cock, “I could help you with that?”
His words weren’t what made my dick jump. It was the small gasp twitching in my ears. Lana was pressed up against the wall, trying to hide behind some lockers. Maybe my angel wanted a show? Her curious hazel eyes locked with mine as I reached forward and grabbed the back of Brady’s neck.
“You want him to suck my dick?”
Chapter 18
Lana
It was surprisingly difficult to find things to do after school was done. Not like I had a choice. Parker wouldn’t let me drive myself, so I had to wait until he was done with practice. I’d heard football players’ girlfriends complain about having to wait around, but didn’t get it until today. I didn’t even have Harper to hang out with. She had an appointment or something, so her dad picked her up after school.
I talked to Mr. Lannister for a bit while Shelby practiced, and then moved onto the library, but Naomi and her minions were in there, planning stuff for prom. Even though it was still months away, the queen bee insisted on starting this year’s committee early. God forbid Naomi’s prom was anything but perfect. She’d even started campaigning for her tiara. Which was kind of a moot point, as far as I was concerned. Naomi Prescott was born to be prom queen. King was a different matter. It would either be Micha Kessler, or Logan Hudson, none of whom seemed to give a shit about the title.
By the time football practice was done, I was more than ready to go. I didn’t even care that I’d have to go home with Parker. Heck, I was looking forward to seeing something other than Ashworth’s white walls. But of course, Parker had to stay longer. Thanks to Sean. I made sure to give him a piece of my mind before he left. My so-called husband was next on my list.
This whole day sucked. I spent most of it plotting ways to become a widow. The stupid thing was that I was more upset about not having a wedding, than I was about being tricked into marriage. Something I pointed out on the way to school. Parker said we’d have a wedding. As big and fancy as I wanted. Which only felt like a new way for him to pay me off.
I didn’t have a dream wedding, or perfect gown picked out. The only thing I imagined as a little girl was the perfect husband. A charming, handsome guy that would treat me well. We could get married at the courthouse for all I cared, as long as he loved me. It wasn’t the ceremony that mattered. It was the marriage. The strong relationship I should have. Not this fucked up, fake bullshit I was forced into.
Fuck Parker Whitley.
I charged into the locker room, prepared to rip myhusbanda new asshole. When I was done with him, Parker would be a sniveling baby, crying on the floor. At least, that was my plan. That went out the window the second I saw Brady inches away from Parker. Both were very naked, and very hard.
