Page 9 of Cheer
Her hair was curled down her back and a big white bow in her hair.
She had big, blue eyes and he wanted to lock her up in his house and never let her out.
Everyone was staring at her and he wanted to kick the men’s asses that had their eyes on her.
She was his damn it. Only his.
He had to watch as she danced, shaking her stunning body for everyone to see.
He held a growl in his chest and couldn’t even watch the game.
He kept his eyes on her the entire time.
She was smiling and laughing and having the time of her life and she moved with a grace that most of the other cheerleaders didn’t have.
As she danced, he kept his eyes on her and she looked up at the stands, smiling.
Until she locked eyes with him. She lost her footing for half a second and then she looked away, getting back into the dance.
He could see her face go pink and he felt his cock jerk in his jeans, and he looked down, needing to get himself under control.
He couldn’t keep his eyes away from his girl though and he looked back over at her and she was sitting on the side lines with the other cheerleaders.
Her hair was hanging down her back and she wasn’t talking to anyone, just sitting there.
All the other cheerleaders were talking and laughing and his girl didn’t move.
He watched her the entire game. Didn’t even pay attention to the players or what was going on on the field.
It didn’t matter. She did. And when they ran off the field, he wanted to jump over the barrier and follow her.
Which was crazy. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t jump barriers and chase after girls.
He never even thought of another girl. Not once.
But this girl? She tied him up in knots and he was going to do all he could to make her his.
He turned to Shelley, “Can Blake get me access to the cheerleaders?”
Shelley raised her eyebrow, “Um. No. He can’t. For one, because I won’t let him. And for two, because that would be crazy. Why do you need access to the cheerleaders?”
He ran a hand over his face, “Because your future sister in law is one.”
Shelley’s jaw dropped open and she sat back against her chair in shock.
“I was not expecting that.”
Their father leaned over, “Did you see that game! Oh lord Soren. Blake is a fucking machine and so is his friend Brandon. That kid can throw.”
Soren shook his head and stood, “I have to go.”
“Soren? Where are you going? We are going to meet the players.”
Soren went still and knew that the tickets that Blake got them allowed them to meet the players afterward.
He could only pray that some of the cheerleaders would come out. Mainly his cheerleader.
He wanted to know every single thing about her and why he had never seen her before.
