Page 14 of Reign of the Queen
Surveying across the room, I see the other two kings are now done with their playthings too. "You two get the fuck out now." I watch Maria and Susan jump up and run from the room, still half-naked but not wanting to stick around for my wrath.
"You know, I might have wanted seconds." Mateo grins at me.
"Yeah, well, too fucking bad." I grab another beer from the beverage fridge, pop it open, and take half the bottle down in one gulp.
"So, Mia?" Finn throws out there like he didn't just get blown by that nasty hoe a minute ago.
"We watch, get close, and see what the fuck she's playing at." I sneer and walk out of the room, needing a fucking shower to wash the stench of Melinda and her desperation off my dick.
The following two weeks pass much the same, the boys make themselves very apparent and annoying in every class. They’ve taken over the lunch table—un-fucking-invited—that Jessie and his teammates sit with us at. They even go as far as trying to stroke my legs or hands during lunch,the assholes.
Every time I open my locker there seems to be a different colored rose inside of it anonymously left. I’m pretty sure one of the kings is leaving them, but I’m not sure which one or I would have confronted them by now. It creeps me out that they’re getting into my personal space but at the same time, when I look at the rose it’s beautiful, flawless, and smells divine. I can’t help but feel a thrill of excitement admiring it.I know that’s creepy as fuck stalker behavior, but apparently I’m into that shit.
Every day after school, one or more of them are waiting at my Range Rover to try to either get my number, social handles, an invite to the house, or last and not least…in my pants. None of it works in their favor, but it tries my patience and exhausts me.Who knew trying to fight off a bunch of guys bent on flirtation would take so much out of you?
Carter cornered me yesterday outside of the girl's washroom by pushing that hard body of his into mine. Letting me feel his hard dick pressing against my center and sucking on my neck with those pouty deceitful lips of his. I almost didn't stop him just to see how far he would take it. Let's face it, between his scent, those stunning, husky eyes, and how hot he is, my lady parts were cheering him on and my pussy was weeping.
Thankfully, Raegan came out of the washroom and grabbed him by the back of the neck, pulling him off of me and swearing about "pigs and dirt of the earth." It didn't seem to deter him any though; he was back to flirting with me again just this morning. If anything, he seems to be encouraged every time I shut him down.This boy likes a challenge, and I ain’t aiming to be Mount Everest.
Everything they're unsuccessfully attempting makes me flirt with Jessie even more, which seems to either frustrate them or, in Carter's case, evokes anger. I can definitely attest to this menace having anger and rage issues. He threw a glass bottle of pop at the wall this morning and stormed off in a rage. I’m starting to feel really guilty about dragging poor Jessie into the middle of my shit. I don’t want him to get hurt in the process.
The exception to all the flirting is “Mr. Control Freak Theo”. That fucker is made of stone. He’s remained quiet and brooding throughout the week, making a snide comment here and there but never trying anything. If I didn't know better, I would think that boy was not interested, but I catch him observing me whenever he thinks I'm not paying attention. It's both thrilling and intimidating, causing my heart rate to jump.Why does he make your heart thump so hard, Mia?
I've had a few run-ins with bitchy Melinda and her cronies throughout the week. One in particular, where she decided it would be wise to follow me into the girl's washroom to try to warn me off Carter and the boys. Her brazen attempt to intimidate me backfired, and I pushed her into an open toilet, so she had a wet ass for the rest of the day. Her cronies, of course, stood around in total horror and did nothing to defend her. The red she-devil has been giving me a wide berth ever since, sending me nasty looks in passing, but never making a move.Chicken shit hoe.
It's Thursday night, and it's the boys' first football game of the season. Raegan and I have agreed to attend so we can support Jessie and Evan. Raegan had this great idea of making signs with Evan and Jessie's numbers on them just to torment the kings. If I'm being honest, she might be starting to like Evan a little; he is persistent like a tick on a bloodhound. Brave boy goes out of his way to flirt with her despite her death glares.
When we get to the Casbury football stadium, it's already packed, a sea of red and blue with alumni, students, and parents. Who knew football in a small, wealthy town would be such a big draw on a Thursday night? It definitely gives a new meaning to "Friday Night Lights" for me, except, of course, it's a damn Thursday instead. It's not that football wasn't a big deal in New York, but it wasn't like this, at least not at my old school.
I crane my neck to see if I can find two seats for us anywhere close to the field on the home side. I'm just about to give up when I feel a warm arm grab me from above and push me forward. Staring up, there’s Mateo, smirking down and motioning his hand for us to come with him.
We climb up to the bleachers in our team colors of red and blue, and we immediately notice there’s only two seats available, but there’s three of us. Giving Mateo a glare and an eyebrow raise, I tighten my lips with displeasure.What the hell was he thinking?He ignores my glare, sitting down and patting his lap while motioning for one of us to take the seat next to him. Raegan and I glance at each other and let out a giggle.He thinks he's so devious.
I stroll over to him with Raegan, big eyes and grin focused on Mateo and that smug look he has on his face. Raegan sits down on the empty seat, and I plop my ass on her lap and giggle. She wraps her arms tightly around my waist and reaches down to her bag, pulling out the sign with Evan's jersey number on it. Then, she hands me the sign with Jessie's number on it from our bag. We wave them in the air as the boys come out of the tunnel.
Jessie’s the first to glance our way, quickly jumping up and down, smiling from ear to ear to acknowledge that he sees us and our signs. The next few out of the tunnel give us dirty looks, and when Carter gets a view of our signs, he motions to Mateo with a nod, who grabs them out of our hands and flings them onto the field sidelines.
"What the hell, Mateo!" I stand, swiveling toward him while shouting, my hands clenched at my side to stop me from slapping his handsome face.
"Princess, do me a favor, don't even start, okay? There is no way I'm sitting here with you chicks and letting you cheer for those losers. No fucking way." He shakes his head like we are the ones who are unbelievable.
Turning to sit back on Raegan's lap, Mateo grabs me by the waist forcefully, pulls me entirely onto his, and then tightens his armbands of steel around my waist. "Settle down, princess; your squirming is gonna give me a hard-on,” he says with a raised brow. His dark, wavy hair falls over his smokey green eyes. "Wouldn't want that, would we?"
I attempt one last-ditch effort to get up, but it's no use unless I cause a spectacle or physically hurt him—I could totally poke out one of his eyes (which, let's face it, I just might). I'm going nowhere right now. Sitting back more firmly, I feel his erection poking against one of my ass cheeks. I turn to him and glare, and he smirks and shrugs. I try not to lean back on him; I don't want him to get too comfortable.
Heat radiates from his lap, and his intoxicating, clean, citrusy scent—lemons or grapefruit mixed with something smokey—wafts up to me, making my hands clammy and my breath stutter. I glance down at my waist and see his thick veined arms with a tattoo I can't quite make out on his wrist at this angle. His hand lays flat against my stomach over the Casbury football shirt I'm wearing, the heat from his touch warming me even through the separated layers. Mateo has beautiful, long pianist fingers, made to caress over the keys of a delicate piano or a woman’s body. My damn treacherous pussy tightens at just the thought of what those fingers could do.
The game gets underway, and we watch as our team takes the field and then controls the ball for the following two quarters. I'm almost feeling sorry for the other team. They’re getting eaten alive by our defense, can't seem to do anything about our offense, and more specifically, our quarterback, Carter. He’s on a hot streak with each of his passes and avoids being tackled by the other team at every turn. As both teams are heading into the tunnel at halftime, one of the football players from the other team climbs the railing and calls out to Mateo.
"Hey Mateo, when you're done with her, pass her along. I wouldn't mind that sloppy second." He cackles like a hyena and jumps down. Mateo goes rigid underneath me, and moves to stand up, but before he can, a scuffle breaks out between one of our players and the asshole that made the comment.
We rush over to the railing and look down, I see the rude asshole laid out on the ground. Theo’s rubbing his taped-up right hand with a scowl across his face. The other guy looks dazed and confused…like he's seeing birdies flying around his vision.
"Next time Reid, keep that ugly mouth of yours shut, and I won't have to do it for you." Theo spits at him, then stares up at the stands and catches Raegan, me, and Mateo watching him. Shrugging his shoulders at us, he walks into the tunnel-like he didn't just knock a two-hundred-pound giant on his ass.
"Well, well, Theo, a knight in football pads to the rescue." Mateo shakes his head, grabs my hand in his firm grip, and drags me back to our seats. He sits down again, but I refuse to sit on his lap. At my pleading look, Raegan squeezes the both of us into the other chair, so we are both just perching one ass cheek on the seat. It's not exactly comfortable, but at least I'm not feeling Mateo's erection poking my ass anymore.
"What the hell was that?" Raegan whispers to me, concern across her face.
