Page 24 of Roughing the Princess

“I’m serious too. Get open.” He called a play that did not involve him throwing the ball to me.

“What the fuck?”

He ignored me. I wasn’t doing that play. As soon as the whistle blew I cut left instead of right. Because there was a perfect gap in their defense. I ran into the endzone.

Mav wasn’t looking in my direction.

So I started waving my hands around.

He finally saw me. He cocked his arm and threw a perfect spiral in my direction.

I caught it and the whole stadium erupted.

But all I cared about was one person’s reaction. I rolled my shoulders and shook my hips and smiled up at Tova. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Screamingmyname.

I smiled. She’d be screaming my name even louder in a couple hours when I finally got to fuck her tight little pussy.

Mav and Jasper ran up to me and we all chest-bumped in the air.

“I can’t believe we’re up 34-0,” Mav said. “This is epic.”

“Yeah,” agreed Jasper. “Maybe Tova will be so excited she’ll want to congratulate all of us by…”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I warned. I looked back up at my box. Tova was still cheering. I hoped she didn’t wear out her throat too much. Because there wasn’t a chance in hell that I wasn’t going to celebrate this win with her red lips wrapped around my cock.

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We ended up letting our opponent score 13 points, but we still slaughtered them. None of that mattered though. No one was even really focused on the game. All my teammates were infatuated with Tova. Half the people in the stands were turned around watching her instead of the game.

I thought I was bad with my obsession with Tova. My whole team was acting like giddy little schoolgirls. I hit Mav’s hand when he waved at her again.

“Are you going to do any interviews?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m heading straight to the locker room.” I needed to shower before meeting Tova. Before I ran off the field, I stopped the waterboy. “Can you go up to my box and escort Tova down to the locker room?”

“You want me to do it?” He looked so flustered.

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “Okay. Yes. I can do that.” He started running like he was worried I’d change my mind.

I pushed through the crowd and ignored all the microphones being thrust into my face. It only took me a few minutes to shower and get dressed.

“Canadian Tuxedo,” Mav said as he walked out of the showers with a towel around his waist. “Are you rethinking that?”

I shook my head. I felt like I could barely breathe. I was just sitting here. Waiting.

My mom was probably talking Tova’s ears off.

Or maybe Tova was stopping to sign autographs all the way down to the locker room.

But each minute that ticked by had me on edge.

Tova Saber liked running from me. But God, I’d chase that girl anywhere.

And then she was there. Walking through the door. She was wearing a Minotaurs t-shirt and jean shorts that hugged her hips. I needed to get her one of my jerseys. I wanted my number on her. My eyes fell to her thigh high red boots that matched the color of her t-shirt. Damn, I was a lucky man.

“Nice to finally meet you,” she said. Her cheeks were rosy like she was embarrassed about something.

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