Brutal Game (Kings of Reina University, #1)

by Jo Brenner

“Separately, they’re like, the brain and the brawns. Together…” she shivered. “Well, obviously I’ve never experienced it, but I’ve heard through the grapevine that they like to share.”

Tovah cleared her throat, her eyes catching on a tall, built guy with dark, straight hair. “And that, well, that’s Jack. He’s hockey captain, king of the Kings, king of everything, really. He’s not only scored the most goals for the Kings, he’s had the most assists in the league. The sports department at the Daily Queen nicknamed him ‘Jack Hat Trick Feldman.’ Everyone knows Jack. Everyone wants Jack, or at least wants to rub shoulders with him, in case some of his power will rub off. And in turn, Jack knows everything that happens on Reina’s campus, and controls everything, down to who deals Vice and Vixen.”

Her curly brown hair with glints of red was down, falling over bare arms. She wore a tight, sleeveless black turtleneck and a tiny black skirt, both emphasizing a round stomach and soft, rolling curves I could and would happily get lost in. Some guys might call her fat. I’d beat up every fucking one of them. Because I didn’t care how she was labeled—to me, she was a stunning, gorgeous goddess. Period.

After growing up in my family, after having been betrayed and abandoned, first by my parents and then by my older brother, after watching all of my other siblings run away or drift off to do their own thing…it was clear a person would never be mine. That meant keeping them, and I didn’t want that. Not when everyone left. Not when I couldn’t trust anyone outside of the team. No, I’d never had a mine. Until right the fuck now. She was still staring at me. Go ahead, princess, stare all you want.

With a growl I couldn’t control, I shoved my barely-touched beer at Judah, making my way toward them. If she wanted to flirt with someone, she could flirt with me. And if that jackass touched her, I was punching a hole through his head with my already clenched fist.

I wanted this girl. Badly. But now I wanted her on her knees in front of me, mascara running down her face as she put that bratty mouth to good use.

And then when she moaned again and softened into my arms, lowering her arms to wrap around my waist, well. That was it. I was a motherfucking goner. The world shifted on its axis. Even fucking gravity disappeared. The people around us certainly disappeared. Just me and her and this raging satisfaction. Mine.