be the first one to hit that. You know her untouched pussy will be tight as fuck. I'd make her scream like a banshee when I pop her cherry.”
I have my forearm over Matt’s neck, pressing him against the lockers before I even know what I'm doing or that I’ve moved. “Who the fuck are you talking about?” I snarl in his startled face before it's replaced with fear. He should be scared of me because right now my self-control is MIA.
When Matt doesn’t answer or can’t because I'm choking him to death, I glare over my shoulder at Jimmy, my enraged expression warning him he's next if he doesn't tell me.
“Sadie,” he says wide-eyed, quickly backing up out of my reach.
Fuckin’ knew it.
I bring my knee up, nailing Matt between the legs and making him groan “You’ll lose both nuts if I find out you’ve even thought about her again.”
“Why…do you…give a…shit?” he asks.
Fuck .
I want to tell him that she's mine. In fact, the words are right on the tip of my tongue trying to claw their way out, but I can't without losing Sadie and my head coach in one fell swoop. So I swallow the proprietorial words that scrape my throat like roofing nails all the way down.
“You’re disrespecting Coach Brigg’s daughter, that's why! Shut your fucking mouth about her or I’ll shut it for you,” I warn. When I finally let him go, he coughs and collapses down to his knees.
I grab my shit and get the hell out of there before I kill one of these bastards. Apparently I’m not the only one to notice Sadie’s makeover from invisible to sexy as fuck. Not being able to lay claim on her because of the risk Coach will find out is going to give me high blood pressure. I want everyone to know she's mine. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to think about guys constantly coming on to her. If I have to endure one more asshole hitting on her, I'm going to go apeshit on their asses.
…
Sadie
“Hi, sugar. How are you doin’ tonight?” a strange man asks from beside me. One old enough to be my father.
“Great. Just waiting for my boyfriend,” I respond as I look around the tavern and over at the door. “You might have heard of him, Jude Malone? He’s a really awesome MMA fighter. Beats the shit out of guys for a living, and he’s really great at it. He’s about to fight for the IFC Welterweight World Championship title.”
The man immediately takes a step back from my barstool, just like I'd hoped. Good.
“Malone? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. His brother Jax, too.”
“Uh-huh,” I respond, then relax when Jude finally walks through the door. He scans the room and he smiles when he finally finds me. Right before his eyes narrow and his expression turns murderous at the man still next to me. “You might want to run along now. He looks pissed,” I tell the guy who scuttles quickly away.
Without a greeting, Jude spins my stool around until he's standing between my legs, his lips pressing against mine. His kiss is possessive and dominating, holding both sides of my face in his palms. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, making me moan at the contact, instantly lighting the spark of arousal through me.
When Jude eventually pulls away, we're both gasping as he leans his forehead against mine. “I can’t leave you alone for two minutes without some fucker trying to screw you. I don’t know how much more I can fucking take, Sadie.”
I'm not sure what to make of his comment. It almost sounds like he's blaming me for guys coming up to talk to me. “It’s not like I want any of them.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t show so much skin.”
“What?” I gasp, pulling away from him.
“The short shorts, the low-cut shirts. It’s all begging for guys to look and think about fucking you. Damn, Sadie, you can’t be that naïve! You know exactly what the hell you’re doing.”
I don't know how to react to his harshness. I like Jude a lot, and have crushed on him forever. But I'm not going to let him
I have my forearm over Matt’s neck, pressing him against the lockers before I even know what I'm doing or that I’ve moved. “Who the fuck are you talking about?” I snarl in his startled face before it's replaced with fear. He should be scared of me because right now my self-control is MIA.
When Matt doesn’t answer or can’t because I'm choking him to death, I glare over my shoulder at Jimmy, my enraged expression warning him he's next if he doesn't tell me.
“Sadie,” he says wide-eyed, quickly backing up out of my reach.
Fuckin’ knew it.
I bring my knee up, nailing Matt between the legs and making him groan “You’ll lose both nuts if I find out you’ve even thought about her again.”
“Why…do you…give a…shit?” he asks.
Fuck .
I want to tell him that she's mine. In fact, the words are right on the tip of my tongue trying to claw their way out, but I can't without losing Sadie and my head coach in one fell swoop. So I swallow the proprietorial words that scrape my throat like roofing nails all the way down.
“You’re disrespecting Coach Brigg’s daughter, that's why! Shut your fucking mouth about her or I’ll shut it for you,” I warn. When I finally let him go, he coughs and collapses down to his knees.
I grab my shit and get the hell out of there before I kill one of these bastards. Apparently I’m not the only one to notice Sadie’s makeover from invisible to sexy as fuck. Not being able to lay claim on her because of the risk Coach will find out is going to give me high blood pressure. I want everyone to know she's mine. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to think about guys constantly coming on to her. If I have to endure one more asshole hitting on her, I'm going to go apeshit on their asses.
…
Sadie
“Hi, sugar. How are you doin’ tonight?” a strange man asks from beside me. One old enough to be my father.
“Great. Just waiting for my boyfriend,” I respond as I look around the tavern and over at the door. “You might have heard of him, Jude Malone? He’s a really awesome MMA fighter. Beats the shit out of guys for a living, and he’s really great at it. He’s about to fight for the IFC Welterweight World Championship title.”
The man immediately takes a step back from my barstool, just like I'd hoped. Good.
“Malone? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. His brother Jax, too.”
“Uh-huh,” I respond, then relax when Jude finally walks through the door. He scans the room and he smiles when he finally finds me. Right before his eyes narrow and his expression turns murderous at the man still next to me. “You might want to run along now. He looks pissed,” I tell the guy who scuttles quickly away.
Without a greeting, Jude spins my stool around until he's standing between my legs, his lips pressing against mine. His kiss is possessive and dominating, holding both sides of my face in his palms. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, making me moan at the contact, instantly lighting the spark of arousal through me.
When Jude eventually pulls away, we're both gasping as he leans his forehead against mine. “I can’t leave you alone for two minutes without some fucker trying to screw you. I don’t know how much more I can fucking take, Sadie.”
I'm not sure what to make of his comment. It almost sounds like he's blaming me for guys coming up to talk to me. “It’s not like I want any of them.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t show so much skin.”
“What?” I gasp, pulling away from him.
“The short shorts, the low-cut shirts. It’s all begging for guys to look and think about fucking you. Damn, Sadie, you can’t be that naïve! You know exactly what the hell you’re doing.”
I don't know how to react to his harshness. I like Jude a lot, and have crushed on him forever. But I'm not going to let him
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