Chapter One

Sean

I’m infamous for knocking girls off their feet, but I’d never literally ran their asses over with my truck, the way I almost did with this one.

For the record, I did not mean to almost hit her with my truck. I wasn’t on a mission to kill her. She just flew right across the road! She wasn’t watching where she was going because she was chasing after this huge dog. If it weren’t for my quick reflexes, she’d have ended up like a squished bug on my windshield.

I rolled the windows down and put my head out as I glared at her.

“Watch where you’re going!” I yelled.

Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped, probably surprised that I would actually yell at her. Well, what did she expect? An apology?

Hell, no.

“Excuse me, asshole, but maybe you should learn how to drive!” she yelled back, stomping toward my truck. I raised one eyebrow and got out of my truck. What the hell is with this chick?

“You’re the one who doesn’t know how to cross the road!” I retorted.

“You’re the one who’s speeding!” she snapped back, and my brows furrowed.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, not knowing what she meant.

She stopped right in front of me and looked up at my face, her green eyes blazing with anger.

“Last time I checked, the sign said the speed limit was 30, not 130,” she hissed. I glanced at the speed limit and, sure enough, she was right. I was speeding. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t in the wrong, either.

Years of practice in keeping my face looking perpetually pissed off during games helped me keep my cool, but the lush quality of her voice as she spoke seeped into my ears and made the hairs on my arms stand up.

If I was less of a badass, I would’ve shaken from head to toe.

I put my head down so my lips brushed the shell of her ear, and I smirked when she stiffened.

“Well, last time I checked, you had to look to your left and right before crossing the road,” I whispered back, my breath caressing her neck and the side of her face. My smirk grew bigger as I watched her shiver from it.

“You almost hit a dog because of your speeding!” she cried.

“You said the operative word, lady. Almost. I ‘almost’ hit him. Which means I didn’t,” I said smugly. Her eyes widened comically, and she raised her arms wide.

“Oh, wow! ‘Operative,’ huh? Big word for a dumb jock,” she fired back.

“Not that it’s any of your business, lady, but I did well in college,” I responded, scowling. “Look, I’m sorry I almost ran you and your dog over, but this wouldn’t have happened if you crossed the damn road properly.”

“Excuse me?” she said, looking at me like I’d said something completely unbelievable.

She glared at me and then…

“Oh, fuck!” I yelled.

She had stomped on my toe with her foot! I felt the sharp, intense pain shooting from my pinky toe all the way to my neck, and I leaned onto my truck for support as I cradled my poor foot.

“Why the hell did you have to do that?” I screamed at her.

“Because you deserved it!” she yelled back.

“What the fuck, lady?!” I growled under my breath. “No way am I sticking around here.” I’d had enough of this crazy fest for one day. I got back into my truck and slammed my foot to the pedal and sped off, not bothering to turn around as I heard her call out. I was already late enough for the pre-game warmup as it was, and I was not about to risk any other part of my limbs for her to injure. What the fuck had she wanted me to do?!

It was too bad, though. She was kind of hot in a tomboy sort of way. Her hair was tied back in a messy braid, but the sun hit her locks in a way that made her pretty little red head shine. Her cute mouth was in a constant scowl.

I saw my phone light up from the corner of my eye, and I cursed. It was probably my coach calling again, wanting to know where the hell I was. I had asked Evan to cover for me, but I guess he finally got fed up with me as well and decided not to be a bro today. Bastard.

Granted, I understood why he was mad. We did party kind of hard last night, and I vaguely remembered him warning me that I should not push my luck and see if I could score a threesome with those two girls I saw eyeing me at the bar. But after being friends for so many years, he should’ve realized that words like that only sounded like a dare to me.

It only took sixteen minutes to get them to take me back to their apartment, and we had fun all night long. I woke up this morning and damn it, seeing both women on either side of me naked made me so hard I had to have them again for a repeat performance.

That was an hour and a half ago. I was so focused on making all of us come that by the time we finished, I moved like my ass was on fire, paranoid that I’d be late for warm up. I finished showering and hightailed it out of there in record time. I could’ve made it on time… if it hadn’t been for Miss Batshit Crazy and her dog.

My phone lit up again and I sighed, picking it up. I winced, bracing myself for some yelling before putting the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I said hesitantly.

“Where the hell are you, boy?!” Coach Finnegan screamed from the other end. I yanked my phone away from my ear as I quickly racked my brain for a good enough reason to placate him.

“I’m sorry, Coach. The traffic was te–”

He cut me off. “Traffic? Don’t give me that bullshit, West! John already told me about your night out at the bar, and so help me, boy, if you come to this field nursing a hangover, I will have you running wind sprints till you barf out your insides! Get your ass over here now!” he yelled before ending the call.

I flipped my phone back to the passenger seat, annoyed because if it weren’t for that little issue with the woman earlier, I’d probably be at the football field by now. The day would’ve been perfect if she hadn’t crossed the road and ruined it.

“If I ever see that girl again, it will be too soon,” I grumbled to myself.