Chapter 7

Shane

“She sure is sweet on you, isn’t she?” Wes muttered in my ear as he and Nelson led me out the school’s back door. The football field stretched out before us, freshly cut and ready for the last few games of the season. I missed playing already, not because I loved the game but because I loved the release. Being battered and bruised after a long, intense battle was one of the only times I felt completely at peace. I always drifted off into sleep without a problem when I was that tired. I hadn’t been sleeping well lately, though I guess that was my fault.

I wanted to regret punching Rob, especially since I was now about to get it much worse back, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. Maybe it was the hothead in me, or maybe it was what my mom called my “hero complex”, but seeing Rob laid out on the grass was one of the best moments of my year. Hard to regret something that felt so fucking good.

I didn’t dignify Wes’s answer with a response. He shoved my shoulder and turned me toward the back bleachers. They dropped the friendly charade the moment Dallas was no longer in sight. I preferred it that way. Better to lay all our cards on the table.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, Kelly?” asked Nelson. “You could never get a girl like Dallas. She’s way out of your league.”

I still didn’t answer. Engaging with these idiots would be pointless.

Nelson continued. “You think you’re better than us, don’t you? You think you’re too cool for school.” He spat on the ground. “You’re nothing but dirt under our shoes.”

We were close enough to the bleachers now for me to make out Rob’s hulking form and the waving beanstalk that was Paul. Great. Could any of these idiots do anything on their own or did they always have to operate as a team? I’m sure Coach would have been proud, but it was fucking inconvenient from where I was standing.

Wes stepped between the aluminum beams, and Nelson shoved me forward. He was trying to get me to fall to my knees, but I held my balance, staring directly up into Rob’s angry eyes.

“How’s the jaw?” I asked.

My first words of the afternoon delivered. Rob grunted angrily and threw a sloppy punch toward my face. I dodged it, smirking, only to receive a hit to the back of the head courtesy of Wes.

I staggered forward, and Rob delivered a powerful uppercut to my gut. I groaned. Somehow I managed to stay standing.

“He does think he’s better than us,” Nelson continued. “Why’s that? You think you’re smarter? Better looking? Stronger?” He laughed. “You’re certainly not richer. Though I will give it to you that you’re probably smarter than Paul.”

Wes laughed and socked me in the shoulder. “A monkey with a typewriter would be smarter than Paul.”

I keeled forward to my knees but staggered back to my feet. “Is there any particular reason you’re drawing this out? Or are you hoping to bore me into unconsciousness with your half-baked insults?”

I looked over my shoulder at Wes. His smile fell away.

“You should be grateful we’re not going to kill you,” he snapped. “You should be begging for fucking mercy.”

I rolled my eyes. “Do you hear yourself? What are you, some shitty movie villain? Where’s your cape?”

That did it. Wes let out an angry snarl and came at me fists first. We were the same size, so while I had no doubt that I could beat him in a fight, I knew I was going to be useless against all of them. This wasn’t a fight, it was a beating. Better to get it over with quick.

They piled onto me, laying kicks and punches everywhere. I tried not to scream, letting out a series of muffled groans as they pummeled me. The pain was intense. Every strike, every blow, sending a series of rattling sensations through my bones. It felt like I was vibrating from the inside out. At the same time, it felt like someone had thrown me in a meat tenderizer and turned it on high. I couldn’t see from the blood that trickled from my nose, my mouth, covering my eyes as I lay on the ground and wondered if maybe death wouldn’t be such a bad idea. It seemed like they were heading that way, too. I’d never known Wes to show much restraint. He was like his father in that respect.

And then it stopped.

I lay there, wheezing, blinking through the blood. Their shadows all receded except one. Wes.

“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” he gloated. “But remember this the next time you think about having a little private chat with Dallas. I’ve got my sights set on her as my next conquest, and I don’t like sharing. Understand?”

I just stared up at him, trying not to look as battered as I felt. Wes sneered and then turned, and I listened to them stomp back over to the field and away.

Thank god.

I managed to turn onto my stomach and assess my injuries. I was tender, horribly so, but it seemed like nothing was too dire. No broken bones at least. We didn’t have insurance so going to the hospital was out of the question. If I was badly injured, mom could fix me up when she got home.

I groaned, but this time not from the pain. Fuck. Another thing I was going to have to explain to my mom. She already flipped her lid when she found out I punched Rob, but since we barely had time to talk this morning, I hadn’t received the full brunt of her disappointment. This would just add icing to the cake.

I hauled myself to my feet. That was a problem for another time. For now, I only had to worry about getting my ass home. It was going to be a fun ride.

Not.

I made it home in one piece, already feeling a little better. I took my ass to the bathroom and spent a good half hour just cleaning myself up. Blood had soaked through my shirt, so I threw it out, pissed. It was one of my favorites. Not that I had many to choose from since new clothes never ranked high on our priority list.

After my shower, I staggered over to the kitchen. I grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and noted that Mom had left a casserole for me in the fridge, even though she was pissed at me. It warmed my heart. And since my stomach was rumbling, I decided to heat up the casserole. I turned on the oven and headed for the couch, slumping down with a sigh and pressing the bag of peas to my temple.

My face received the worst of the damage. They probably hoped to do the same to me as I’d done to Rob, but I’d done a pretty good job of protecting my face, and Rob’s jaw breaking like that was a once in a lifetime shot. I got the angle and the force just right. They didn’t even manage to break my nose, though it was pretty fucking painful all the same. Everything was painful. The only thing that didn’t hurt at this point was my dick, and I supposed that was a small victory.

Wes’s warning to stay away from Dallas circled my head. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to follow the directive. Him telling me to stay away just made me want her more, and him telling me she was his next conquest just made me want to protect her more. The thought of anyone touching her made my blood boil. The thought of Wes touching her was un-fucking-bearable.

She was mine. I’d laid my claim on her with that fateful kiss, and I meant it. Just the thought of her pillowy lips, so inexperienced yet so eager, made my cock stir. The fact that I could still get hard when my body was hurting so much was a fucking miracle, and since I needed to let loose a little frustration, I decided to go with it.

I let the peas fall to the side and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling my cock out right there in the living room. Mom wouldn’t be home until long after I was in bed and I was going to avoid moving as long as possible.

My cock hardened to stone as I began to stroke it, filling out until it was thick and heavy. I closed my eyes and thought of Dallas, thought of her spread out before me like dessert. I didn’t know what she looked like naked, but I could just imagine how perfect her tight little tits would be, soft and creamy as the rest of her. I pictured her squirming with pleasure as I went down on her. She would taste divine. Her mouth had tasted divine. I would bring her to new heights of pleasure, show her the depth of my desire, and there would be no going back. I would lick her folds until she screamed, until she seized up with bliss and let go. She deserved to be pampered. She wouldn’t get taken care of by Wes the way she would with me. I would be all about her, and only once she thought she couldn’t take any more pleasure would I finally take mine.

My hand moved up and down my shaft, squeezing hard as I pictured sliding it into her hot pussy. My balls tightened, and I went faster, the pain drifting off until it was only background noise to a symphony of ecstasy as I got ready to erupt. My fantasy Dallas was on the verge of another orgasm. Her tits bounced with the force of my thrusts. Her mouth fell open as the first ripples of her climax hit her.

I erupted with a grunt, sucking in a mouthful of air when I realized I’d been holding my breath. I kept pumping my shaft until I got out the last few drops of cum, then I fell back against the couch and panted.

Dallas was mine. Wes could say what he wanted, he could try what he wanted, but Dallas knew just as well as I did that there was something between us he didn’t stand a chance against. I didn’t care how long it took. I was going to get her, and I was going to keep her.