Fourth Down and Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Kristen Flowers Page B

concept through his dense jock skull.

 
    As soon as I told
him I was single my heart skipped a little. It wasn’t because of anything I
said or did. It was because I thought I saw something in his face.

 
    I couldn’t be
sure, but for a fleeting second I thought I saw his face light up with joy.

“Lana’s hot yo !”

 
    “Nah, you really
hooked up with Lana Sanders? Fool, it’s old news. I hooked up with her, twice , last year!” There was an eruption
of laughter at the defeated look on the other guy’s face as that bit of news
was broken to him.

 
    It was the day
after my tutoring session with Ivy. I was in the locker room with the rest of
the team after practice listening to them all joke and laugh about various
girls.

 
    “Was she really that hot?” someone asked.

 
    “You know it; why
else do you think Clive over here went in twice?” There was another eruption of
laughter.

 
    “Hold up, hold
up,” Luke interrupted the hoots. “She can’t have been better than Maya, you
know, Ma- ya .”
There was a consensus around the room and a couple different discussions on her
broke out.

 
    Noah took advantage
of the lull to point something out. “Anyone else notice superstar Bryce over
here has been awfully quiet today?” he asked in his best announcer voice. He
instantly got the attention of all the guys in the locker room. I felt all eyes
on me. One way or another, Noah was going to pay for This.

 
      “ Goin ’ through a dry
spell, Bryce?” Everyone burst into mocking laughter. I knew they were all eager
to see it happen for the first time. I was usually the one with the most
stories. “Come down to the Delta house party with me tonight and we’ll find a
pretty one to get your dick wet.” More laughter erupted.

 
    I shook my head
and everyone calmed down immediately. “I have to study.”

 
    I was met with
cold silence.

 
    After an
excruciatingly awkward minute Noah finally spoke up, “You’re actually going to
study?”

 
    His completely
baffled attitude was fair; I had never been the type of guy to “study”. All the
other guys looked just as astonished. Noah smiled, looking genuinely happy.
"You know, that's actually pretty great, man."

 
    There was a moment
of silence before the rest of the team collectively went “Nah!” and started
teasing me for being a “try-hard nerd.” I let them get it out of their systems
for a minute before finally shooting back.

 
      “Better to be a ‘try-hard nerd’ than a
‘try-too-hard-to-fuck’ that lousy lay, Jamie. I don’t know why you’re so
excited. I’ve had that and let me tell you, I ain’t goin ’ back.”

 
    The room erupted
with hoots and hollers, patting Jamie on the back in mock sympathy. As the
insults continued to fly between everyone, I rushed to get dressed and leave
the locker room. I was done with their bullshit for the day. As I walked out, I
had a bad taste in my mouth. I shook my head and slammed on the gas, zooming
off toward the house knowing I would get there before any of the other guys.

 
    I rushed into the
house and ran upstairs, locking myself in my room. I walked into the bathroom
and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was only then that I realized I
had forgotten to shower in my haste to get away from my teammates.   I was beyond frustrated. Ever since I met Ivy
I had been all mixed up.

 
    I fucking hated
it. There was no reason for someone like her to get to me, especially not when
we first met. She wasn’t the only one with a great pair of tits on campus. I
slammed my fist against the bathroom counter. I couldn’t deny there was
something unique about her nerdy sexiness. I thought back to our kiss; that was
the moment something changed inside of me.

 
    I had
felt…nervous.

 
    No girl had ever
made me feel that way before.

 
    I stripped down
and hopped in to the shower as I thought about my little fantasy of her at the
tutoring center. Maybe