Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 76

8: Gage.

"Damn. Who is the hot girl in the stands?"

"Haven't seen her before. Fuck. Those legs are begging to be clamped around my head."

They shove each other. "After me, bro."

I don't even glance up from the playbook. This is normal bullshit from my teammates. They're always going on and on about women, their bodies. I don't have the heart to break it to them that all of their groupies look the same. They can't hold a candle to my Stella. Jesus, I want her. I want her so bad, but I've got another half hour of practice until she takes me to her secret place. I'm dying to see it. Dying to know everything about her-

"Oh shit, dude. That's Weston's girl."

"What?" He sounds nervous. "No...she...that's not how she looked earlier."

My chin snaps up, something sharp and ugly winding down my throat and wrapping around my vocal cords. Weston's girl. Stella. They're talking about my Stella? I didn't even have to say a word when I stepped on the field. It went unspoken that she is off fucking limits. So why are they talking about her? I'm going to break the neck of whoever spoke about her legs out loud.

A roar is building in my chest when I finally spot her—and everything goes silent around me, as if all signs of life have been sucked out of the air. When the noise returns, I'm midway through that bellow. I've ripped the helmet off my head and thrown it at the water table, knocking over rows of green paper Gatorade cups.

Stella is watching me approach, wide eyed and shell shocked, but I can't calm myself down to reassure her. "Who did this?"

I jump the fence separating the field and the stands, my cleats loud on the stairway leading up. Up to her. Where she waits with her skirt rolled up, her flat belly exposed, hair twisted up on top of her head, lips fire-engine red. I'm getting hard even though I hate what they've done to her. There's no way to stop my cock from reacting to so much of her skin being exposed, because it'

s too succulent, too sweet, too mine. Mine.

Sweet Jesus, those tits.

Whoever did this has taken her out of the giant, button-down shirt, where I preferred her, and left her in an undershirt that they've knotted beneath her breasts. Despite how pissed off I must look, I watch her little nipples bead under the thin material and my balls swell out of my protective cup. Shit. Shit.

I'm drawing so much attention to her right now and I shouldn't be. My teammates are already taking notice of how absolutely gone I am for Stella.

These are the most competitive men in the world. They always want the best.

They're always trying to win it for themselves. Not this time.

Not happening.

I have to find a way to fend them off.

She's only for me. She's mine to keep.

I pull her up against me, looking

they've made her hot and sexy on top of

unrolling her skirt, hiding her lithe thighs as quickly as possible. "Who did this to

were just having some fun,” squeaks some

just long enough to discern who is talking. Who is

the security guards that has followed me into the stands. "Get her out of here." I jerk my chin at the idiot. "She doesn't come back." They usher her out of the stands, no questions asked, while she sputters.

from noticing her. Wanting

it in waves around her shoulders, hiding

have her banned from the

is nothing to help," I rasp. "Where is

it with as much efficiency as I can

Needing everyone to stop looking at what's

to help," Stella says, repeating

have

you see

pause on the final

f.n

you talking about?" She presses her lips together and shakes her head, so I prompt her again, desperate to know what's

take her by the shoulders. "Talk

alone. "I just thought...1 don't know. It's stupid.

completely lost. "I'm

We don't match

me. Goddamn, it's sexy. "You know what

don't." I squeeze her hips in my hands,

I mention how badly I want to fuck

stains her cheeks and

cutting into my aching junk. "Don't blush and stutter. You're making it

groan is directed at the

I notice that, sure

Stella. And my

have to do

can't have them sniffing around her. I'll lose

vandalism, I'll

while I wrap things up with my coaches? They need some reassurance that I'm going

pass," she murmurs, face tilted up to mine in

play...it would be a crime to keep you from this sport, Gage.

"Yeah."