Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

relaxing a little and she looked less pissed off. She didn't look close to tears, which was good. If that asshole had made her cry, he'd have to find him and make him cry. “Okay. If he keeps bothering you, let me know.”
    Megan laughed again, this one a little more genuine sounding. “Thanks. That's sweet, but completely unnecessary.”
    She turned to go in the opposite direction of where he was headed. Chris stopped her with a hand on her arm. “I’m serious. If he keeps bothering you like that, tell me. Or if you don't want to tell me, at least tell Matt. You don't need assholes treating you like that.”
    Megan narrowed her eyes. “How much did you hear?”
    “Nothing. I could tell by your reactions that it wasn't a nice chat with an old friend. If he's bothering you, we'll make sure he decides it's in his best interest not to.”
    Megan maintained eye contact, and they were frozen like that for a minute—eyes boring into each other, his hand gripping her bicep. He wasn't going to back down on this, though, and she needed to know that. He and Matt looked out for their own, and whatever else was going on, she was their roommate and best friends with Lance's girl. She was part of their group now, whether she liked it or not.
    She broke first, dropping her eyelids and stepping back so they weren't touching anymore. “Okay. Fine. He's harmless, though. All talk.”
    “All talk? What kind of talk? What did he actually say to you?”
    Megan looked him in the eye again. “Nothing important. I promise I'll tell you if he keeps bothering me.” She checked the time on her phone. “I have a class. I'll see you at home.”
    He nodded and watched her walk away until she got out of sight. He finally turned and walked to his own class. His palm tingled where he'd touched her skin. Matt was right. He needed to keep his hands off her if he couldn’t fuck her.

CHAPTER FOUR

    Chris took off his pads, ready for a shower after another hot practice. He looked forward to September and the cooler weather. September and October were perfect for football. Not too hot and not too cold. The night games in October got pretty chilly, but as long as you were playing it wasn't too bad. November was a mixed bag. It could be like October and not be too cold. Or it could be snowy, or raining and thirty-three degrees, which was the worst. There was nothing more miserable than being soaked at nearly freezing temperatures. He'd rather it dropped a few degrees and just turned to snow.  
    A voice from the next bank of lockers caught Chris's attention. “I’m telling you, dude. She told me she's living with two guys. What I wouldn't give to be one of them.”
    Chris dropped his jersey and stood up, not moving, waiting to hear more. He wasn't disappointed.
    “You think they get up to some kinky shit?” Another voice. Sniggers and laughter followed the question.
    “I don't know, man, but I'd love to find out.” The first voice again, putting extra emphasis on the word love. More laughter. “Those curls would be perfect for grabbing hold and hanging on.”
    “How do you know she's not shaved?” A different voice this time, followed by the sound of something hitting a locker.
    “I meant the curls on her head, sicko.”
    “I’m not the one fantasizing about a threesome with another guy!” Another thud of something hitting a locker, followed by more laughter.
    “I didn't say anything about a threesome!”
    “Why didn't you tap that at the party over the weekend then?”
    The first guy made a derisive noise, a combination of a snort and a growl. “Her roommates wouldn't let anyone near her for long enough to get a chance. All the more reason to suspect she's boning both of 'em.”
    Chris had heard enough. He rounded the corner, fists clenched, ready to beat someone down. A girl at the party with curly hair that lived with two guys? No way they weren't talking about Megan. And the fact that the jackass acknowledged her roommates were