Bad Boy Brawler (Alpha Bad Boy Book 3) (7 page)

God damn it.
He'd have something smart to say.

The chill wind whipped against my face making my temples throb. I didn't have time for his shit, so I tried to hurry past.

"You're late." He spit tobacco into the grass.
Nasty fucker.
He was always on my ass about something.

"Bullshit." The words escaped my lips before I'd filtered them from my tongue. It would cost me.

"Excuse me? Son, you have a god damn attitude on you."

"Sorry, just, long night coach."

"Gonna be a long run after practice too."

"C'mon, you know I'm here on time. Why you always on my ass about something?" I was getting pissed off in a hurry. I had shit to do.

"You're an All-American. You should be the first one here. You need to be a leader, not—" He sniffed at the air. "You smell like a god damned brewery, Mark. Fuck. If you put half as much effort into football as you do chasing ass and boozing around, I'd have every NFL scout in the country at every practice."

He was right and I knew it, but fuck him. This was my heyday. I was going to fuck, drink, smoke, and knock as many motherfuckers out as I could while I was young. Somehow, I remained calm.

"Can I go to practice now?"

"Get the fuck out of my sight. I'm tired of looking at you anyway." He stomped off toward the field.

I walked inside nice and pissed off. Maybe that was his plan.

I stalked to my locker. Everyone else was already on the field. I rammed my fist into the cold metal. It dented, but not without stinging the shit out of my knuckles. My hangover was gone. All I felt was rage now.

"Well, well, my favorite All-American boy."

I turned around and saw Sarah. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. She was in a sports bra and short workout shorts. Her blonde hair ran down to her huge fake tits her dad had bought her. Her tan stomach called for my tongue. She leaned against the lockers with her arms folded, squeezing her tits together.

I had to play it cool, even though I'd fucked her a hundred times already.

"I have practice. No time to fuck."

"That's too bad." She pulled her sports bra over her head and her tits sprang free, high and calling for my mouth. Her pink nipples grew hard when the cool draft from the vent above rushed over them. My cock grew in my shorts, noticeably.

"You don't wanna fuck with me right now. I'm not in the mood for bullshit."

She walked over slowly, rubbing on her firm tits that barely bounced.

"Maybe I want it rough." She lingered by my ear and ran her hand across my stiff dick over the fabric of my shorts. "I was gonna let you fuck my asshole this time too."

My cock surged against her palm. I lost control. I stood and shoved her up against the lockers. She moaned, licking her lips. I gripped her tits hard, planting my mouth on her nipple, teasing it with my tongue before biting down on it.

I flipped her around, her breasts shoved hard into the cold metal. I fisted her hair and yanked her neck back to feast on it. "You want me to fuck this tight little asshole?" I growled in her ear.

She gasped.

I reached down and ran my hand over her pussy, feeling how hot and wet it was through her skin tight workout shorts. I yanked them below her ass, revealing two tan ass cheeks. One of them had a pair of red lips tattooed on it. I was going to do more than kiss her ass.

This bitch liked it hard and I had some anger to release before going out to practice. I needed to clear my head so I could focus. I rubbed her pussy hard, teasing her clit in circles. God damn she was so fucking wet. I spit on my hand, letting it mix with her juices as she stroked my cock through my shorts.

I teased my fingers around her tight, puckered asshole and she breathed heavily into the lockers, sending a light fog across the surface.

"Fuck!" She gasped as I worked a finger in.

"You are one dirty little cunt."

She nodded in agreement.

I nibbled down her collarbone as I worked another finger in and felt her tight asshole squeeze around my fingers.

"You just want it straight in the ass, don't you? No fucking around."

"Give it to me, bitch."

I pulled my fingers from her and smacked her on the ass. The sound echoed off the lockers. She whimpered, but I knew she loved it. She always loved it.

I gripped her hair and yanked my shorts around my thighs. She reached back for her ass and spread her cheeks for me like a good little whore. I lined my stiff prick up with her asshole, gaping and wanting.

I yanked her ear back to my mouth. "Tell me what you want."

She shook her head, teasing me. The rage coursed through my veins.

"Tell me!"

She squealed. "I want you to fuck my asshole."

"That's right, bitch."

I eased into her asshole slowly. Everything was right with the world as I felt her around me. Tight and wet, squeezing on my cock. It was just what I needed.

I reached under her arm and locked my hand on her breast, my other hand gripping tight on her hair.

Her hand reached back and her long nails dug into my thigh, drawing a fleck of blood. I started to thrust into her, groaning in her ear. Her moans turned to squeals, and then to screams as I pulled her back against my chest, plowing into her.

The smacks of wet skin on skin ripped through the locker room, harder and faster as I felt my balls tighten up. Each time they smacked her wet pussy I got a little closer to filling her.

"Play with your pussy. I want you to come underneath me."

Her fingers obeyed my command as her legs started to shake. Her arms trembled and her nails on her other hand dug into my skin deeper, fueling my hips. My load inched up my shaft and I felt her pussy clutch around her fingers. I rammed deep into her asshole and bit down on her shoulder as hot jets of come exploded inside of her. I thrust a few more times, her big tits bouncing in the air as I squeezed the oxygen from her lungs, pulling her back to my chest.

"Fuck." I groaned as her ass milked my last drop of come, before pulling out of her. I yanked her lips to mine and sank my tongue into her mouth. "Thanks for the pick me up."

She gasped for air as I pulled my shorts over my dick and started to throw my shoulder pads on. She stumbled away, a huge smile on her face as she disappeared around the corner.

I grabbed my helmet and started for the field when I caught a shadow in the entryway. It was Chloe, arms folded, tears in her eyes.

Fuck!

"Chloe, I—"

She ran away before I could get any other words out.
Mark, you stupid fuck. Thinking with your cock again.
I stared at the door to the practice field then back to where Chloe had stood. I had to go to practice. Thousands of people were counting on me. I'd have to do damage control later.

JAMES

I strolled up to the Pi Kappa house to help set up for the party. Mark and I pledged Pike when we first got here. It was diverse, the elite from every facet of university life. Mark was chosen to rush for the athletes, I the engineers. They strove to be a mirror of the best the university had to offer, and they succeeded.

We stood out front like the good little pledge bitches we were. Simon Fazgold, the president of the fraternity, stood in front of us while the other brothers grouped behind him.

"Listen up pledges, this party has to be perfect. It's the second biggest party of the year. It's what people remember when they go home for the holidays. It's what they will talk about with their friends. Do not fuck up, or you are done. Understood?"

We all chanted "yes sir" like we were in the fucking military. It drove me insane. But being a Pike meant respect. Wearing the letters meant being treated like royalty on campus, not some unnoticed blip on the radar. The real spoils were the networking. Preference was always given to a Pike brother, no matter what.

Simon shoved his hands in his pockets and a thin smile formed on his face. "Oh, one more thing. If you don't bring us the panties of the girl you fuck tonight, turn in your pledge pin. Have fun boys."

Mark was white as a ghost when I looked up at him. I assumed it was because of the Jaeger bender. How the fuck did he practice this morning?

"Jesus, Casper, you gonna die?"

He looked back to me, dark shadows circling his eyes. "I-I am fucked."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just everything, J. Fuck!" Mark was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Well, breathe bitch. I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems." What a fucking drama queen. All-American cockboy that gets everything handed to him. Talk about first world problems.

"Chloe caught me balls deep in Sarah's ass earlier."

"Big fake titty Sarah?"
This lucky motherfucker
. No, he wasn't lucky, just a motherfucker.

He stood there, still shaking. "What am I gonna do?"

"Fuck someone else? You already did once today." He looked at me bewildered as I chuckled.

I could tell this was actually bothering him. "C'mon man, seriously. It's not like you're in love with Chloe."
Not like I was.

His pained look told me otherwise. Now I hated him more. Because he hurt her, treated her like shit, and now lied about loving her. "Wait, so why did you fuck Sarah then? I'm beginning to think you don't know what the fuck
love
means."

"Hey fuck you, ok? Coach was riding my ass. I was mad. She walked in with those tits in a sports bra and it just happened."

"Well, you heard him. You either need to make up with Chloe and seal the deal, or find some strange. We better get moving. I have to get ready."

"Yeah." He sighed.

***

Back in the dorm we were throwing on our Christmas party outfits. I was pretty fit and Mark still made me look like a pussy.
God damn football players.
We both had on Santa hats, white fake beards, and boxers. It was the required outfit of the pledges.

There was a knock at the door. The giant and I turned quickly. It irritated me how small he made me look. Everything about him made my skin crawl. I was six feet tall for fuck's sake, and standing next to his six-foot-five muscular frame made me look like a midget.

I walked to the door and opened it. My breath left my lungs for a moment. There stood Chloe, wearing a sexy green bra and red and white striped skirt. Her tan legs and smooth skin revealed just enough to make my cock twitch. Tinsel circled her thighs down to her calves, ending with a pair of heels that matched her skirt. Everything about her radiated sex, except for her welled up eyes.

"Hey." Her tears made me hate Mark more.

"Hey, you left your book earlier. I was just bringing it back."

Bullshit. She wanted to see Mark. See if he was remorseful for the bullshit he pulled. She'd be back in his arms in no time. I had seen it happen before with other girls.

"Chloe." Mark barreled me out of the way into the wall. I wanted to knock the shit out of him, but I knew my limits. He'd just laugh at me. He was used to being hit by guys five times my size.

I skulked to my corner of the room. I knew I'd be getting revenge shortly, so fuck him. Fuck both of them. Chloe would be doing whatever I said later that night, and handing over those sweet panties of hers.

"I can't right now, Mark. Just no."

"Please, let me explain."

"Explain what? How you fucked that whore in the locker room?" Something was off in her voice. She didn't sound as sad as I thought she would. Maybe she was just angry. I didn't know. I stared at all the football shit that dominated Mark's half of the room, then looked to all the nerd shit on my side. No wonder I couldn't get laid. Return of the Jedi poster, picture of Einstein holding the earth in his hand, space-time curves revolving around it.

"It's not like that. I was upset." Mark's hands went to his hips, classic move. Thrusting his hips toward her. It's like he did this shit naturally without knowing.

"Well, I'm upset now. So go fuck yourself!" She stormed off down the hall. I could hear the click clack of her heels and it drove my cock insane. Just a few more hours.

Mark turned around and I shot him a go-to-hell look.

"Oh, you too?" He looked like he might erupt.

"You hurt her feelings, man. That chick is cool as hell, and smokin' hot."

"Yeah, well, go chase after her then. I know you've had a thing for her. Always have. Too bad, her pussy is tight as fuck."

"Fuck you!" I bowed up in his face, relishing that I was going to be balls deep in that tight pussy he so kindly described.

He laughed in my face. "Try something, bitch."

"Plan on it." I stomped out the room. Fuck him. He was about to learn a lesson. Intelligence would go further than putting some pads on and hitting people. They both were about to learn that you don't fuck with people smarter than you.

JAMES

The bass from the techno music filled my ears as I walked up to the two-hundred-year old brick house. Large white cylindrical pillars ran from ground to eave in front of the oak double doors. The black Pi Kappa letters were enormous in the middle of the white siding that ran above the pillars.

My chest pounded when I opened the doors and walked through. Red, white, and green club lights flashed everywhere, bathing the half-naked girls roaming freely in packs. A bar at the rear of the main room was lit with fluorescent Christmas lights. Two shirtless bartenders juggled silver tins and tossed bottles of liquor back and forth.

Scantily clad girls in green elf costumes danced on tables to a crowd of horny brothers looking up at them from below. I reached into the large gray trough next to me full of beer and ice. My hand went numb searching for something other than shitty Key Light, finally settling on a Fat Tire. The shirtless man in a Santa hat manning the trough twirled a silver church key around his finger and popped the top for me. I could get used to this shit. I pulled the Santa beard off my face. The fucking thing itched. I gulped down my beer, savoring the taste as heat rushed through my abdomen.