Chapter Six
Rip
I asked Taffy to meet me at the football field so we could go over some of my work in between breaks. The bonus is that I get to introduce her to the rest of my teammates and then she’ll have even more protectors on campus.
“Who’s the hottie in the stands?”
I immediately shot a look over at two of my teammates as they call attention to my…well, not my girl but she is MY tutor, damn it. And I don’t want any of them to get the wrong idea and hit on her.
“Now there’s a woman I wouldn’t have a problem signing my name on. Think she’ll let me do it on her boob or her hip?”
“Banner, keep your fucking eyes off her! She’s not for you!”
Everyone I’m on the field with turns to look over at me.
“Does that mean she’s yours, Rip?”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“She’s my tutor AND my friend and I don’t want you hitting on her. I especially don’t want you acting like an ass to her.”
Banner just can’t keep his fucking mouth shut. “If she doesn’t belong to you, buddy, she’s open game.”
“No! She fucking isn’t, asshole!”
The bastard just keeps talking shit about Taffy. Yeah, I’m not fucking blind. I realize how fucking attractive my tutor is. I’ve seen her in next to nothing, after all, and I know how fucking breathtaking she is. But these guys don’t need to make it a big thing. She already has a bad taste in her mouth about football players after all. I don’t need anything making it harder for her to…trust me. To be my friend.
Once we take a break I make damn sure I am the first one over to her. “Hey, you get in alright?”
She nods. “Yeah, Richie was really sweet and walked with me here, so I didn’t wind up lost.”
Who the hell is Richie and what the hell is he doing walking with my…fuck! Not my girl!
“Richie?”
“The guard.”
The sixty-year-old guard. Am I going to have to beat the hell out of him now too? Sixty isn’t too old. If I was sixty, I would try my damnedest to figure out if she had a daddy fetish I could play into. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked her to meet me here. There are way too many people I have to guard my little tutor from.
“You going to introduce us, Rip?”
My best friend comes up and slaps me on the back.
“If I have to. Aaron, this is MY tutor.”
He goes around me to offer his hand to her. “Ma’am.”
“I’m Tandy.”
“Now that is a real sweet name, Miss Tandy.”
“Thank you. I’ll be sure to tell my mamma you approve.”
They laugh together and I don’t like it.
How come she’s not as prickly with Aaron as she is with me? Is it because of that honey-dripping southern charm he’s shitting out of his mouth. Ma’am, really? If I had called her ma’am first, would she have smiled at me instead of frowning and offering me attitude? Did I not show her I could be a gentleman right out of the gate? I worried about her safety after all.
“Who’s your friend, Rip?”
“Yeah, who’s your friend?”
Yeah, I shouldn’t have asked her to meet me here as more and more of my teammates come over to be introduced to the tiny redhead. I start counting down the time when practice will end and I can get Tandy the fuck out of here. And to make matters worse, I play like shit. So when I hear Banner loudly proclaim he’s going to ask her out and I can fuck myself for not trying to hit it sooner, I lose my shit and take off running.
He doesn’t make it even halfway before I am tackling his ass flat. While we are still on the ground, I whisper so only he can hear me. “Touch her and die, fucker!”
I stand up. He doesn’t. When I look over I see Coach’s eyes on me and Banner and the questioning look written all over his face. Well, Coach, you’re not the only one trying to figure out what the hell just happened. So the fuck am I? So am I.