Blitz'd (Evergreen University, #1)

by Lee McCormick

But I’m not. Not that kissing a dude is gross or something. It’s whatever. It’s because it’s Kerian. Besides, I’m not into dudes. Nothing wrong with being gay or bi or pan, but that’s not me. Right?

Idk buddy. Don’t ask me. 🤷🏽‍♀️

“Listen man—” I say, but he cuts me off. “It’s cool if you’re gay, bro. Doesn’t matter to me. I see you as the same dickhead I did before you went swapping spit with the quarterback of a rival team.”

😭😭👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽 I’m loving the support he’s getting from his people.

“Has the rivalry all been like, some game you were playing so you didn’t have to tell people?” I groan. “No. I’m not into dudes.” Russ looks like he doesn’t believe me. “I’m not. It was a stupid mistake.”

😭 mhmmmm

“My twin is gay, I told you that. He’s my best friend. I have no issues with gay people or he’d probably kick my ass. And he’s a few pounds heavier than me.” I’ve seen pictures of Russ and his twin brother, Reggie. Both are mountains.

Niicceeee. 👏🏽👏🏽

“Yeah, yeah. I heard you. Just so you know, we’re still cool. I don’t think you’ve been checking me out or some shit. And most of the guys on the team know you haven’t. If someone talks shit, I’ll handle them.” “Thanks, but don’t worry about it. I’ll tell everyone it was a joke

Some joke darling. Lol

“I’m sure they know it’s because of Justin and Megan.” I stop in my tracks outside the caf, staring at him open-mouthed. “People know about that?” Russ sighs and turns to me,

Daammnnn

“They went to a Kappa party last night and were all over each other. From what I heard, Megan told some of her friends about breaking up with you before the game and you only kissing Slade to make her jealous. So it works in your favor that she’s a loose-lipped fucker.”

That fucking blonde bitch strikes again.😭

I mean, maybe. I don’t like my business being spread around the school. That’s rich, since I kissed a man after a televised game, but that’s different from my ex telling her friends that she’s been letting another dude—one on my team no less—dick her down while we were together.

It’s just a pride thing you’re feeling.

“Did you like kissing him? Slade? You looked a little… out of it when you walked off the field.” My dick twitches as I recall Kerian’s commanding kiss. Did I like it?

I think you did. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Well, it was different. I’m used to being the one who leads the kiss, and the lips I’m capturing are usually yielding to mine. Kerian’s mouth was anything but. He was commanding, owning, possessive. He held me like he had every right to.

He believes that he does too. Lol

Russ is my best friend, and has always had my back since he joined the team as a freshman when I was a sophomore. He’s been my ride or die for years. He wouldn’t judge me. Answering him honestly, I say, “I don’t know. I’m confused.”

🤞🏽🤞🏽

Apples. Dimples. His hard, lean body shuddering and his pulse jumping beneath my fingers while I choke him. He was fucking into it. He was into me. He can lie about it all he wants, but I know the truth.

Lmaaoo. 😭

I’m quick in the shower. I want to head back to my apartment so I can get my roommate, Asher, to get on his knees for me. He’s so obsessed with me, I could probably crook my finger and he’d come running. There’s no point chasing after Zander if I’m so horny that I bust the second I get his mouth on me.

Well well well..ok so I was right. He’s already bi. Good. Cool.

I drive back to the shitty apartment I’m renting. My parents have money, plenty of money, but I’m not asking them for a dime, even though they keep pumping an allowance into an account I never touch. I get by on a modest inheritance my grandparents left me

Hmm. There’s something there.

My dad doesn’t get to claim any of the credit for my fame. I’m positive the satisfaction of watching him regret every time he was ever shit to me is just as much a driving force as the way I love how it feels to play, to win.

Asher is stretched across the couch, his dark roots peeking out of the bright pink he has his hair dyed. He’s lanky and tall, and honestly too pretty for his own good… And he should be the perfect distraction.

Well well then.

I can see it in slow motion—his body reacting, leaning into me. The way he tensed before practically melting. It’s more than that, though. For the first time, I see his expression as he walks off the field. Dazed. Confused.

Yuupppp. Man was all twisted up.

I’m not wrong. I know I’m not wrong. He wants me. And I’m too focused on the way his lips are just a little redder than usual on the screen to realize that Asher is talking to me, until he repeats himself. “Kerian, do you want to get some lunch?”

Wow. So easily gone.

“No.” Shit, that came out a little too harsh. I’m not close with people, but if I was going to have someone I considered a friend, it would be Asher.

Aww. Well that’s nice.

“Bad mood?” he says in a tease, and I’m debating whether I want to make him hate me after all. He can probably see it on my face, but he keeps on. “Did he have bad breath? I don’t think so, because you definitely kissed him back.”

Oop-.

I’m not imagining the slightest hint of jealousy in Asher’s voice, but he knows how things are. He’s always known. Just because we fuck around occasionally doesn’t mean he has a claim on me.

Mmmmmm. Interesting.

Asher pushes off the couch and I can see his expression melt from teasing to soft. He’s a little caretaker at heart. At least with me. “It’s fine, Asher. I just—” What? I can’t get the thought of putting Zander Braithe on his knees out of my head?

chest. I need to fuck my way straight through him, so I can prove to him he wants it and get him out of my system in one fell swoop. “You just?” Asher has zero tact when it comes to letting something go, and I realize that coming here was a mistake. It isn’t what I want.

Let me guess. You want your guy Zandyyyyy

“I forgot my wallet at the gym. I’ll be back later.” The excuse is bullshit, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already turning to leave, my mind twelve steps ahead of me and demanding I make this shit right before I drive myself crazy. “Wait, Kerian. I didn’t mean⁠—”

Aawwww.

The door closes behind me, cutting off whatever Asher was about to say. I’ll have to make it up to him later because honestly, he’s the best roommate I’ve had. I don’t want to fuck it up. Which probably means I can’t fuck him anymore. Whatever.

Aaww. Well.. that’s sorta nice.

I should go back to the gym. Which… is why I’m confused when I turn my car left instead of right and head back to the wrong fucking campus. Again. It’s not like a part of me didn’t know exactly what I was going to do.

😭👏🏽👏🏽

Time to make more bad decisions. I pull out my phone and glance down at it. The freshman who I met last night already sent me a text, but I notice Zander hasn’t, even though he has my number. Fucker.

Lol. Why would he babe ?

I should have told him to send me a picture of the mess he made of himself after I left. He probably wouldn’t have done it, but just the thought licks fire up my spine and makes me groan. I’ll get pictures. I mentally put it on my list of shit I’m going to make Zander do before I’m finished with him.

Lmaaoo. Wooow.

It’s even better because there’s a line of trees to the left and an entire row of buildings to the right. There are plenty of places for me to stand, so Zander won’t know I’m here. It occurs to me I’m acting like a bit of a stalker… but I really don’t care,

Lmaaooo. Definitely a stalker. 😭 Damn. After one kiss huh

For a while, I just watch—I move when he moves, a shadow he can’t see, but I think he can tell that I’m there. His smile falters every now and then, and his eyes dart around like he can feel me just out of reach.

I wouldn’t say you per se. just can probably feel eyes on him.

It shouldn’t set my skin on fire, knowing that he can sense me. It doesn’t mean shit. It really doesn’t. But at the same time, I fall more and more into the idea of seeing exactly how often I can watch Zander when he doesn’t know I’m there.

Creeppeerrrrr. 😭

I settle on sending him a picture of himself, leaning into his absolute garbage of a defensive end. I don’t care that he’s close to him. Really, I don’t. I could give less than two shits that he’s practically hanging all over him with his stupid smile on his face, those fucking dimples on full display.

Riiigghhhttt suurreee

Me: So you’re gay for any football player? Damn, Dimples, I thought I was special, but I guess not. I wait until I’m on the other side of the quad before I send the text

😭😭😭😭 ass

when he pulls his phone out, the way the smile melts from his face and is replaced with a faint pink sting to his cheeks is delicious. His dark brows snap together and my phone buzzes in my hand. Zander: Where the fuck r u?

😭Lordy.

Me: Last night, when you were touching yourself after I left, were you imagining your lips around my cock or my fingers in your ass?

Oh my. I’m clutching my pearls.

The pink turns into a brick red, and I’m shocked at the way the sight jumps straight to my dick, especially when he not-so-subtly puts his hands between his legs to adjust himself before he keeps walking.

Me: Come on, Dimples. You can’t tell me you didn’t fuck yourself into oblivion after I left. Should I give you a dildo next time so you can practice taking me? Is it not gay if it’s just a toy?

😂. Playing with his food.

I have to be careful when I move now, tapping on the zoom of my phone until it’s aimed right at his crotch and his not-quite-hidden boner that he’s trying to keep at bay.

Lmaaoo.

Zander’s head whips up, searching around for me. I can see his friend mouthing something to him, concern plastered across his face, and the way it takes Zander every ounce of acting skills that he doesn’t have to try to blow it off.

Me: Sure it doesn’t, Dimples. Why don’t you go to the bathroom and take a picture of your not gay dick then. Prove it.

Me: If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll come spit on it for you while you fuck yourself. Me: Maybe I’ll even watch.

As soon as I send the text off, I let out a low groan. I’m the one teasing him—that should not have made my cock twitch the way it did. It shouldn’t have made me burn for him to say yes so I could fuck him in some dirty campus bathroom where anyone could hear.

Zander stares at his phone again, then his mouth ticks up in a defiant smile that I don’t like. Zander: I’ll do u one better dipshit. I’ll get u a pic. 2night of me with some hot chick choking on my dick. then u can fuck off.

😭😭 perriioodddd

His smug smirk looks so satisfied, like he won our little game. I read the words again and feel something ugly spark in my chest, a heat I’m not used to. My jaw clenches as I watch him walk off, and I realize something.

Uh oohhhh.

He’s completely fucked. I was playing today—I was going to take my time until he was begging for my dick. But now? Well, now he’s pissed me off. I’m going to make sure before the night is over that the only one choking on a cock is Zander.

Oh lord. 😭🤦🏾‍♀️

“Come on, Russ. Just for a little while,” I say into the phone, tucking it between my ear and shoulder as I pull on a pair of jeans. “Practice is late tomorrow. You can sleep in.” His heavy sigh on the other end of the line reaches me

“Not tonight, man. I just wanna chill inside. Being around too many people will annoy me.” “An hour, tops.” “I would, but… I got a girl coming tonight.”

Aawwww.

I chuckle. “Oh, so you wanna be around people, just not the ones you aren’t railing.” “Eat a dick,” he says with a laugh. “You’re going to get pussy, so why are you bitching at me?”

😂

That’s what he thinks. That’s what I want. This shit with Kerian can’t be real life. There’s no way the one person I shouldn’t want is having my feelings and desires all fucked up. I’ve liked women all my life. How could one kiss from Kerian have me questioning everything I’ve known?

Well…life works in mysterious ways sometimes

Those text messages have been fucking with my head all day. It didn’t help that I’ve read over them so many times that I practically have them memorized. The shit he said is fucking infuriating, as well as hot.

Ooooooo.