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Page 13 of Running Play (Gods of Campus #1)

Christian

After lunch with Tyler and having him reassure me that he’s fine, I take him back to his dorm.

I sit in my car and watch him head inside, reminding myself that I have a game in a few hours, our first game of the season.

I need to clear my head and focus, even though I don’t believe Tyler’s reassurances.

I send off a text to the group chat I have with Randy, Seth, and Walsh, then pull out of the university parking lot.

Me: On my way home now. We can take my truck tonight.

Seth: Jasmine is here.

Me: Tell her I’m on my way. She is staying the night.

Randy: Will do. Michelle is coming over tonight.

Seth: Harper is staying tonight.

Walsh: U guys fucking suck!

I laugh to myself reading Walsh’s text as I take the front steps two at a time.

Walsh is a laidback guy who doesn’t take himself too seriously.

He moved here from Utah and was raised by his dad on their farm.

He is the main kicker for the Raptors and a fucking good one; his field goal percentage is in the high eighties.

The house is blasting with music; a ritual Randy has to pump himself up before a game.

The main areas of the house are deserted, and I know all the boys are in their rooms getting ready.

Climbing the stairs and pushing my bedroom door open, I find Jasmine on my bed playing on her phone.

She is dressed in her blue and silver cheerleading outfit, her toned stomach exposed.

Her black hair is in a high ponytail decorated with matching ribbons.

Her makeup is immaculate, not that she needs it.

I’ve seen her without makeup countless times, and her skin is flawless.

“Sorry I’m late,” I say, kissing her on the cheek.

“No worries.” She smiles, still clicking away.

One of the best things about Jasmine is how easygoing she is; we have a great friendship and mind-blowing sex.

The arrangement works well for both of us with our demanding schedules.

Getting good grades is her number one priority, and she never wants a guy or relationship to get in the way of her plans.

“I was checking in with Tyler,” I add.

“Oh yeah,” she says, rolling over to face me and placing her phone beside her. “How is he doing?”

I grab some clothes out of my dresser and throw them in my gym bag. “Still the same, partying way too hard. ”

“I’m keeping an eye on him if I see him at any parties and will tell my sisters to watch him,” she says, sitting up and adjusting her skirt. “Don’t worry, we won’t let him ruin his life.”

I smile back at her, grateful for her help and friendship as I slide out of my shorts and shirt and into my football uniform.

Her eyes roam over my body, and it turns me on having her watch me get changed. “Ready for tonight?”

“We got this win; I’m feeling pretty confident.”

“Yeah, Randy said the same thing too. The girls have got a fabulous new routine down. It’s actually really good, if I do say so myself,” she says, waiting for my reaction.

“I have no doubt with you as their captain it would be anything but flawless. I’m looking forward to seeing it.”

“Liar.” She smiles at me.

I walk toward her, crouching down and freeing my mind of Tyler and focusing fully on her. “I do look forward to seeing it.” My hands rub up and down her toned legs. “But maybe with Coach barking in my ear, I might not get time to actually see it.”

She grabs me by the chin, her fingers resting under my jaw, and studies me.

“I understand.” Giving me a quick kiss, she stands, and I push her back onto the bed, causing her to scream in laughter.

My body quickly covers hers, one hand grabbing at her bare waist, my groin pressing against her, letting her know exactly what she does to me.

“ If I miss the routine, which I promise I will do my best to watch, will you do me the honor of giving me a personal viewing later tonight?” I smile down at her as she lays wedged under the weight of my body.

She ponders my question for a brief moment, then brushes some loose hair away from my forehead. “I suppose.”

“Good.” I smile down at her. “And now, regardless of if I actually see it or not, I’m going to tell you I didn’t.”

I lean back down, placing my mouth over her warm lips and running my hands down to squeeze her ass.

After a few moments she pulls away from me. “Later,” she says. “I’m all yours after the game, but until then, don’t smudge my makeup or leave a wet spot on my Spankies . I’m top of the pyramid, you know,” she says, running a finger around her lips.

I groan, my head falling to her forehead. “Don’t say shit like that.”

She laughs at me, taking pleasure in my tortured state.

“Stone, let’s go!” Seth yells from downstairs.

I push myself off Jasmine, grabbing her hand and helping her up. “I’m coming,” I yell, reaching for my bag.

“Not yet, you’re not,” Jasmine smirks at me.

“Never before you, baby.” I smile back, loving her dirty mind. I throw my Raptors duffle bag over my shoulder and reach for her gym bag off the floor. I open the door, gesturing for her to go first, and use her bag to playfully slap her on the ass as she crosses the threshold.

Our bags are tossed in the back as we jump in my car, pumped and ready to run onto the field for the first game of the season. Jasmine rides shotgun with Randy, Seth, and Walsh in the back. It’s cramped, but they fit.

“Is Jason hosting the afterparty?” Randy asks, his arms sliding around Jasmine’s shoulders as I pull out of our driveway. Jasmine doesn’t flinch, being accustomed to Randy’s ways as she taps away at her phone.

“Far as I know,” she answers him, her face illuminated by the phone light.

“It’s a home game, guys. Jason always hosts the home game after parties,” I add.

“Well, this is a new season,” Walsh says.

“Yeah, but he won’t want to give up that title as hosting king. He will throw the party for sure.” Her blue eyes flick from her phone to us boys. “I just thought he would have sent a text out to confirm it. You boys are terrible at organizing things,” Jasmine adds.

Randy gives her shoulder a playful squeeze, then leans back into his seat, his hands grasping at the football in his lap. “If there’s a party, there’s a party. If not, we can have some drinks back at our house, no biggy.”

“Men just keeping it simple,” Walsh says .

“Simple, all right,” Jasmine smiles.

We watch the lights to the stadium come into view as we get closer and my excitement builds. “So, have you seen the Aussie blonde around campus lately?” Randy asks from the back seat.

“I saw her today when I went and visited Dani; we just said hi, that’s all,” I reply.

“Haven’t got the balls to do something about it?”

“Fuck off,” I mouth to Randy in the mirror. Looking over at Jasmine who is unfazed by the conversation, we all know she wouldn’t be, but still.

“Touchy, did she have another hot guy walking her to class?”

I stare him down for the second time, always such a big mouth.

Randy was with me when I saw Shelby walking with some random guy.

He saw how much it irritated me. I tried to hide it, but when you have known someone since forever, they unfortunately pick up on things like that.

And just like a true friend, hasn’t stopped giving me shit about it.

“How do you know he was hot? You have an eye for that sort of thing?” Jasmine asks.

Randy shakes his head and leans forward, his head near hers. “Nah, sweet pea. I’ve seen way too many dicks in the locker room to know they’re not my thing.”

Jasmine laughs.

“I just like pissing him off,” he says with a head nod in my direction.

“It’s funny seeing him react this way to her.

Don’t think I have seen this side of him since he had a thing for Bridgette Walker when he was fourteen.

He didn’t have a playbook with that one either; just kinda stared at her from afar.

” He laughs. “Man, you were a lovesick puppy around her.”

Great.

I keep my focus straight ahead, hoping if I ignore the smart mouth of his he will drop it.

“Who?” Jasmine asks.

Fuck

“The Australian, freshman, blonde—Shelby Wilson, heard of her?” Randy asks.

Yup, this fucking conversation is still going.

“I think I might have seen her around. If it’s the blonde I’m thinking of, about my height, hangs around the hockey crowd, she’s cute,” Jasmine replies.

Her fingers stop tapping away on her phone and she watches me to gauge a reaction.

She’s not upset in any way, more just curious, unlike Randy, who just wants to annoy me.

I stop at the red light in front of the stadium, lean my arm on the center console and turn to face her.

Inches from her face, I smell the spearmint gum on her breath.

Randy hovers in the back not far from me.

“My plan,” I say, my eyes burning into her.

“Is to win this game, make an appearance at Jason’s, then drag you back to my place where I will undress you with only my teeth and tongue. That’s my plan!” I emphasize.

Her lips turn up in agreement, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, the boys falling back into their seats in silence.

Conversation. Fucking. Over.

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