Full Count by C.A. Williams Read Free Book Online

my dad pretty
regularly, compared to this those were like watching someone play golf.
    Dylan, who was standing behind me,
leaned forward and yelled at me, “Nothing like a baseball game, huh?” It was like
he had been reading my mind. I looked back up at him and he pretty much took my
breath away.
     He wasn’t dressed extravagantly
like some of the guys I had seen here, with bowties and dress shirts on.
Instead, he had a garnet PFG shirt on, that seemed to make his brown eyes
appear even more intense, and a pair of low riding khaki cargo shorts. His hair
was a mess, like usual and the sun was beating down on it, showing just a bit
of a red tint to his hair that I had never noticed before.
    He leaned down to whisper in my ear
and I stood on my tiptoes to hear him. The alcohol was still fairly prominent
on his breath, but at least he didn’t seem to be stumbling anymore. “You look
so fuckin’ gorgeous today.” He brushed back a loose strand of hair that had
fallen onto my bare shoulders and I had to contain the shudder that was trying
to take over my whole body. His lips lowered to my ear one more time, like he
was going to whisper something else, but instead he snagged the tip of my ear
in between his teeth, pulling away slowly.
    Holy fuck, I’m pretty sure my
panties just got soaked totally through. What the hell was this guy doing to
me? He was making me feel things that I had never felt before in my life. I
pulled back quickly when I felt Ben’s arm reappear on my waist again and I
twisted around to see his normally cheerful eyes, narrowed at Dylan. He did not
look happy.
    I heard Dylan’s friend from the
baseball team who was standing next to him yell loudly, “They all love cocks on
their face, huh bro?” I self -consciously rubbed the temporary tattoo that
Kitty had applied that morning and turned around to glare at the asshole.
    Dylan’s face had turned a deep
shade of red and I could see the veins popping out in his neck. “Fucking say
something about her one more time and I will beat the shit out of you, Dean.
Trust me when I say you won’t make it to baseball season.”
    The guy whose name was apparently
Dean backed up a few steps and held his hands out in front of himself
defensively. “Whoa, settle down, Turner. I was just joking.”
    Dylan squeezed his eyes shut and
pinched the bridge of his nose for a minute, before reopening his eyes, looking
just a little bit calmer and he gave me a small smile before I turned around.
There was something about that boy that no one else seemed to see, and I
couldn’t help but wanting to find out what it was.
    The stadium hummed to life even
more if that was possible when ‘Sandstorm’ blared through the sound speakers
and I was memorized at how wild the crowd went. White towels were being lassoed
around and everyone was jumping up and down, chanting USC, USC.  I was worried
the stadium might collapse with all of the excitement, but I joined right along
with everyone else, feeling a sense of belonging with this family of football
fans.
    The game ended with a loss after
four nail biting quarters, but the crowd didn’t care, they still cheered their
team on like they were winners. Kitty invited me along for dinner with her
family, but I declined after Ben asked if I wanted to grab something to eat. I
felt like I would be intruding on their family time, plus I wanted to spend
some alone time with Ben.
    “What are you hungry for, Paige?”
Ben asked after he pulled me through the crowds of people that were still
lingering in the stadium. “I’m up for anything, as long as it’s good. I am starving;
I could eat a whole freakin’ cow right now.”
    He let out a quiet laugh as he
quickly led me to a parking lot that was still jam packed, and opened up the
passenger side door for me on a cherry red Mustang that had the top down.
    “Good, I finally found a girl
that’s not afraid to admit she’s hungry, it’s a miracle.” His hazel eyes
twinkled as he