Somethin’ About That Boy Read online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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To see if those beautiful lips tasted as good as I imagined.

But before I could do anything, the bell rang signaling that our class was over.

She cursed and stood up, slapping a paper down onto my desk and practically shoving the papers into the kid’s arms behind me.

Grinning at her practically sprinting out of the classroom, I followed at a more sedate pace behind her, enjoying watching her ass sway as she hustled down the hall and disappeared around the corner.

“What the fuck?”

I turned, finding my cousin Blue standing there staring at me in horror.

“Blue!” I yelled, taking two large steps and engulfing her in my arms.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Blue asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed.

It actually hurt seeing as she had a textbook in one hand.

I dropped her to her feet and looked at her with a scowl.

“Vance.”

One word was all that was needed.

“Fucker,” Blue said.

“Language, Ms. Spurlock.”

I blinked, looking at a rather large guy standing behind her.

At first I thought it was a teacher seeing as the motherfucker had a beard—though that wasn’t saying anything because I had a bit of one, too—but then Blue’s next words confirmed that it wasn’t.

“Go the fuck away, Titus.”

But Titus didn’t go away, he looked at me and offered his hand.

“Titus King,” he said softly. “You’re the new kid?”

Blue rolled her eyes.

“I gotta go. I have athletics next, and I don’t want to be late for volleyball, or Coach is going to kick my ass.” She started away but then turned to stare at Titus. “Titus, this is my cousin Banner. He plays football. He’s the ball thrower, whatever those are called. He could kick Alero’s ass.”

With that, she left, sprinting her way down the hall.

“Ball thrower.” Titus snorted. “She’s a hoot. You’re a quarterback?”

I nodded. “I am.”

“Tryouts were a month ago,” he said. “But I can get you in to talk to the coach. I have a free period right now. Usually I’m an office assistant but they let me do whatever. Coach is usually in the gym watching his wife during this period. Want to go now? I’ll introduce you.”

I looked at my next class and saw that I had an office assistant class for the next hour, too.

“I had an appointment later anyway, but sure, why not.” I paused. “What the fuck is an office assistant?” I asked. “And I at least have to check in since it’s my first day.”

Titus jerked his head toward me.

“I’ll go with. We’ll tell Mrs. Procell what we’re doing, then head to the gym,” he said.

I went with him, and like he said, Mrs. Procell, the office chick that I’d gotten my schedule from earlier, nodded at us both. “Just come back toward the end of the period in case we need anything.”

With that, we both headed toward the gym.

“I was about to kick your ass until I heard your last name,” he said conversationally.

“Why?”

He opened a door that led into the gym, and I looked around to see that we were in what looked to be an upper level of the gym, overlooking the basketball court. Or the volleyball court.

When I looked down, I saw one lone figure already out on the court.

It was Perry.

She was in tight black shorts that barely covered her ass and a tight black t-shirt that cupped her curves perfectly.

The exact opposite of what she was wearing earlier.

“Because I saw you hugging Blue, and I might’ve lost it a bit,” Titus admitted.

I looked away from Perry to Titus.

“Blue’s my cousin,” I said. “Though, that’s not to say I won’t kick your fucking ass if you ever hurt her.”

Titus’s grin was swift.

“As you should,” he said, eyes going down when Blue came running out onto the court.

Just as Perry served the ball, Blue bumped it back over the net, and then the two were playing an intense game of volleyball, one on one.

I hissed in a breath when I saw Perry jump to set the ball over the net, causing her breasts to jump right along with her.

“Gentlemen,” a deep, resounding voice said from behind us.

“Coach Beasley,” Titus said, offering his hand. “I wanted to introduce you to your new quarterback.”

Coach Beasley’s eyes turned to meet mine.

“Quarterback?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Tryouts were a month ago…” he said.

“I know,” I said. “I wasn’t intending to come here, but my dad made me,” I answered. “I’d like to play.”

He eyed me speculatively. “What’s your name?”

“Banner Spurlock.”

His head tilted.

“As in, Banner Spurlock from Benton, Louisiana? The same Banner Spurlock that scored twice as many touchdowns as any kid on your team in the state championship?”

So he’d heard of me.

“Yeah.” I shrugged. “We didn’t have that great of an offensive team by the end. We had four players out due to injuries.”

He snorted.

“I watched that game, boy,” Coach Beasley said. “And trust me when I say you got skills. Practice starts at four. I have a starter but he’s a bit of a shit, if I do say so myself.”


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