Page 17 of His Stubborn Girl

She is definitely not twelve. Though, I wish she were. Things would be a hell of a lot easier if she were that scrawny little rugrat I grew up with. Now, she’s all woman. And all I can think about is how much I want to run my hands down her curves and explore every inch. Fuck.

“My answer isn’t changing, Torre.”

“Ugh. You’re a jerk, Lukas.”

“Fine. I’m a jerk. Are we done now? I have to go get ready for tonight.” That word has practically become my nickname over the last few weeks. Jerk, asshole—I’m starting to get used to them all. And every time she calls me one in my dreams, I punish her for it.

“You’re such a hypocrite. You know that? You used to party all the time when you were my age. You were doing keg stands and going crazy. All I want to do is experience what a college party is like. I don’t even want to drink.”

“Nothing you say is going to change my mind, Torre. Now, I really have to go. I’ll talk to you later.”

The line goes dead, and the headache sinks in deeper.

“Are you and Torre fighting again?” Travis comes into the kitchen, taking the seat across from me.

“She’s mad I didn’t invite her to our party.”

“You didn’t?”

“I don’t want to have to babysit her all night. Everyone’s going to be drinking, and the last thing I need is to get into it with one of the guys when they try to fuck her.”

The first time Torre came to a practice, they all nearly lost their minds. Asking me if she was single, wanting me to set them up on a date. I told them she’s off-limits, but with alcohol in their systems, I don’t know if they’ll remember my threat.

“Yeah. I get it. But I bet she’s pissed.”

What’s new? She’s pissed with me about everything these days. She thinks I’m too overprotective. Too overbearing. Too bossy. Too busy. Whatever I do or say is wrong. I can’t win. And I don’t know how to get things back to the way they used to be.

“She hung up on me,” I tell him. Which means tomorrow I’ll have to stop by her place and make amends. Right now, I have a party to get ready for. “So, what’s left to do for tonight?”

“We just need to pick up the kegs and place the order for the food. Then we should be all set. I’ll be back from my office hours at four thirty and then I can go with you to pick up the beer.”

“Sounds good.”

Maybe I should skip classes and take a nap. Yet, knowing what will be waiting for me when I close my eyes, it’s better for me to get to class.

13

Lukas

“That play was amazing, Luke. You’re so amazing.” The girl runs her fingers up my arm and I take a step back, annoyed that she feels she has the right to touch me. I don’t even know her name, and I certainly didn’t give her an invitation to put her hands on me.

“You’ve been incredible the entire season,” her friend states, moving in on my other side. They’re like a swarm of bees, buzzing all around me, trying to kiss my ass with their compliments. “You’re the best player on the team.”

This is the shit that drives me crazy. For some reason girls think that by stroking my ego, they’ll get the opportunity to stroke my dick. Hearing how good I am at football is not what turns me on. I get excited about intelligence, and wit, and a cute little giggle that rings in my ears every time I tell Torrin about something funny that happened in the locker room or out on the field. My dick gets riled when her pretty lips turn up into a smile or when she rolls her eyes at me.Fuck.

“Do you want to go to your room?” the girl on my right asks, trailing her fingers down over my hard dick. It’s not for her. Unfortunately, it’s for the one I can’t have. I reach for her fingers, removing them from my body. I don’t know why she’d think I want to take her to my room when I don’t even know her name. And I honestly have no interest in learning it.

“I need to keep an eye on things out here,” I say, trying to be nice, but my patience has been waning since the second these girls surrounded me.

“Oh, okay.” She sounds shocked, but did she really think it was that easy? She strolls on up, tells me how good I am at football, and then thinks I’ll jump right into bed with her? I’d rather go run stadiums until I puke my fucking guts out than fuck this girl. Or any of them. “Well, maybe later.” She winks. Or maybe never.

I turn my head, looking for one of the freshmen to come and take my place. I’m sure any one of them would be happy to entertain these ladies. Thankfully, I see Travis walking over with a beer in hand, and I’m grateful for the save. “Yo, man!” He holds out the beer for me. I grab the thing and take the opportunity to squeeze past the girls.

“How’s the keg?” I ask. “Do we need to change it out yet?”

“I had Teck do it. So, we’re set for a bit.”

Damn, the guys are drinking like fish tonight. Pretty soon these fuckers are going to be passed out on our floor.

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