Even The Playing Field | BOOK #1 IN THE PSU SERIES

seventeen

Matti Williams

I'm not into lovey-dovey things.

Because the only love I've ever received was from my coaches and my fans. My parents had me hardwired from the second I could walk that I was made to be better than anyone else. Life was a competition and I should show no weakness. Therefore, I didn't get made a bowl of mac and cheese after practice, nor did I get dino nuggets with loads of ketchup on the side.

Life was a game and everyone else was the competition.

From an early age I felt this deep connection with football because, at the end of every game I won, I felt like a champion. I had won the game of life and beat the competition.

My parents were more business-driven, especially my dad because he didn't make it into the NFL. This is why he pushes me so hard that the only thing I should focus on is football. My mother, on the other hand, was the typical sports team mom that made everyone cookies after practice.

She showed up to every one of my games with a pin that had a picture of my face on it. She wore hoodies with my name and number on the back of them. Not to mention the fact that she always had friends, they weren't of course always real. Most of them are trying to pawn their daughters off for a hand in marriage with a future NFL player.

I didn't go to a school dance with one chick, I went with all the bitches. Because one just wasn't enough. And as soon as I got to college it was all the same. The sisters and cheerleaders were holy water hallelujah hot. I wanted all of them at the same time. After I was done with them, I wouldn't need it anymore. Because I didn't have the lovey-dovey traits. No cuddling after sex, no waking up early to go make breakfast. None of that.

Feelings make you weak.

"Ow Matti what the fuck! Not so hard," I looked down at Chloe while she pulled my dick out of her mouth gagging. I gripped the steering wheel in my jeep to the point where my knuckles turned white.

I removed one of my hands and placed it on her head rubbing it slowly, she looked at me and smiled.

That was of course until I slammed her mouth back down on my dick, which resulted in her immediately choking. My hand found a rhythm on the back of her head. I made sure I was getting what she was worth.

Oops.

I needed a release. I had pent up emotions that I shouldn't have had in the first place because of the ray of sunshine that was in my room. Something inside of me sparked when she laughed that ugly laugh of hers. But I couldn't feel like that, it was a weakness.

I didn't have time for weakness.

I need time for football and only football.

But she was not like any other girl. First, she snorts when she laughs. Second, I watched snot run out of her nose while she cried because of me. Thirdly, she's emotional, but she doesn't put up with my shit. Naomi Black was a force for me to be reckoned with.