Jock Blocked

by Snow, Jenika

  Jock Blocked

  Jenika Snow

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  JOCK BLOCKED

  By Jenika Snow

  www.JenikaSnow.com

  Jenika_Snow@Yahoo.com

  Copyright © June 2019 by Jenika Snow

  Photographer: Lindee Robinson

  Cover Model: Mairi Van Dyke & Brian Boynton

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  We were just friends.

  That’s how it had always been, and that’s how it would always be … if I had any self-control.

  Who said we had to stay in the friend zone?

  Apparently I did, for far too long. But the truth was, I didn’t think there was anything sexier than having blurred lines when it came to Stella.

  The girl I’d wanted for longer than I’d ever admit to anyone.

  My best friend.

  The smartest, prettiest girl I’d ever seen, ever known.

  I was the star quarterback, the most popular guy in high school, who could have had any girl he wanted.

  But I didn’t want any of those things. I didn’t care about any of that.

  All I cared about, all I wanted was one thing.

  Stella.

  And the longer I stayed back, tried to keep myself in control where she was concerned, the more possessive I became, the more obsessed with her, the more jealous I became when a guy even looked in her direction.

  There was nothing worse than being a jock block to yourself. But I was about to change all of that.

  I was about to make Stella mine.

  1

  Stella

  “Do you think she gets butt injections?”

  I glanced up from my textbook and looked at Cannon, a guy I’d known since elementary school.

  A guy who I comfortably called my best friend.

  And the boy I kind of had a thing for.

  I followed his gaze out the library window, seeing a group of girls standing over by the student parking lot. I knew exactly who they were right away, their long glossy hair styled perfectly, their designer, skin-tight clothes formed to their perfect bodies. All of them stood around expensive cars their daddies had bought for them.

  “I guess you’ll have to be more specific. They all could’ve probably gotten ass injections.” I could hear the venom in my voice. I hated the fact that they made me jealous in any way.

  I heard Cannon chuckle and looked at him, seeing he was already watching me. I lifted a brow and shrugged. “What?”

  He took off his baseball hat and shook his head, the smile on his face still in place. He ran his hand over his short, dirty blond hair, his smile spreading to a full-on grin. “Nothing.” He leaned back in the seat, one arm braced on the library table, the other over the back of his chair. “I just like how you say shit that’s on your mind.”

  I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop myself from smiling. Cannon and I were total opposites. Not just in personality, but also on the social totem pole that was high school.

  I was a book nerd, hardly had any friends, and focused on school work instead of going to parties every weekend. Cannon, on the other hand, was the star quarterback, gorgeous, had the body of a god, and the reputation that he could have any girl dropping their panties for him.

  He had a cocky attitude, and I knew he was fully aware he could have anything and anyone he wanted. Hell, I knew girls would be lined up just to drop their panties for him. But with me he was genuine.

  He was the guy I considered my best friend, the one person I talked to about everything. He was just Cannon to me, not a popular jock.

  He leaned forward and braced his forearms on the table, looking back out the window. He’d since put his baseball hat back on, the shadow from the bill covering the upper part of his face. I stared at his blue eyes, so bright they almost seemed unreal.

  That was one of the things the girls at school talked about, not including the hundred other things they liked to gossip about where he was concerned.

  But even though Cannon and I were sometimes joined at the hip, the girls wouldn’t come near me with a ten-foot pole. Maybe they were threatened. Maybe they were jealous. Either way, I didn’t care. I just ignored the way they questioned each other on the daily where he was concerned.

  What was he like in bed?

  What did it feel like to kiss him?

  How big was his…

  “Stella, you can’t tell me you don’t know which one I’m talking about,” Cannon said and I pulled back from my thoughts and looked out the window again. “Do you think Crystal gets her ass injected?”

  I looked at the girl in question and wrinkled my nose. “No doubt. I’m also pretty sure her dad paid for her to get her tits done.” Cannon started laughing and we heard several people murmur for us to be quiet.

  “I’m pretty sure all the girls in that clique have had Botox, lipo, ass injections, and tit jobs done.” Although in that moment I tried to sound like I didn’t care, the truth was they were gorgeous, they were popular, and it always made me feel inadequate, especially when guys like Cannon noticed them.

  I was a shy, nerdy girl whose best friend just happened to be the most popular guy in school. If it wasn’t for that, no one would pay me any attention. They wouldn’t even know I existed.

  No one would give two shits about me.

  I looked at Cannon as he stared out the window, his profile so masculine. Because he played football he was a bigger guy, with broad shoulders and defined muscles. His square jaw was the epitome of masculinity, and the scruff that I saw occasionally on his cheeks when he didn’t shave made me feel extremely feminine.

  Where he was big, I was small.

  But we were friends. Nothing more. I’d never be the girl for him, not just because I knew the type he liked—which wasn’t me—but because we had too much history, that wall of platonic friendship keeping us in our separate corners.

  And I was fine with that. Cannon was like family, and I’d never want to ruin that.

  We’d go off to college and find people that we cared about. We’d have our own lives, but in the end, we’d always have each other. He knew that. I knew that. I was okay with that reality.

  “No doubt Rachel gets ass injections,” I found myself saying out loud and instantly snapped my mouth shut, looking over at Cannon.

  He turned his head slowly toward me, his expression showing a little bit of surprise, but then it turned to amusement. Leaning back in
his seat, his grin was full on now. “Damn, Stel, you are really not liking Rachel, huh?”

  I blew it off like it was no big deal, but the truth was I couldn’t stand the girl Cannon was hanging out with lately. I didn’t know what they were to each other aside from Rachel hanging on him like she wanted to be the future Mrs. Cannon Ash.

  I didn’t even want to think about him touching her in any capacity. She was vile, superficial, and so into petty bullshit it was nauseating.

  But if I was being honest, I thought and felt that about any girl Cannon hung out with. I was pretty possessive of his time and affection.

  “I kind of like jealousy on you, Stella.” He winked and I felt this little tingle fill me. “You know you’re my number one girl. No one will ever compare to you.”

  I blushed but rolled my eyes. “You’re so full of shit.”

  His face was serious. “I’d never lie to you.”

  I knew he wouldn’t. I knew he’d always be honest with me.

  “Besides, I don’t do relationships.”

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “You really don’t like her though?”

  “She’s fine,” I lied easily as I focused on my textbooks, acting like I really didn’t care. I felt his gaze on me and glanced up.

  “Who do you think you’re talking to? I can read you like an open book.”

  I exhaled and crossed my arms under my breasts. “She’s a bitch, Cannon. It’s no secret. She’s using you because she thinks it’ll make her social standing higher. It’s weird as hell.”

  His expression was humorous at first, but then he nodded and grew serious. “Yeah, I know she is.”

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Then why are you even hanging out with her? She’s the biggest bitch of all of them.” Not only was she superficial as hell, but I also didn’t miss how she looked down at me, almost swearing every time she saw Cannon and me together.

  He shrugged. “She’s a clinger, Stel. She’s like a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe.”

  I snorted.

  “I don’t know, to be honest. Maybe I haven’t told her to fuck off because of boredom? She’s tolerable when she parties and drinks.”

  I scrunched my nose and he shook his head, laughing. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Stella. I didn’t mean it in a sexual way.”

  “I have a dirty mind?” I lifted a brow. “That’s funny.” He had the dirtiest mind of anyone I knew. Maybe that’s why we got along so well.

  Although I’d never actually seen or heard about him screwing other girls, a guy who looked like him, a guy as popular as Cannon, no doubt was experienced.

  Me, on the other hand … my experience went as far as a sloppy make-out session and getting groped in the back of the movie theater in the ninth grade. Now as a soon-to-be eighteen-year-old and a senior in high school, I was as inexperienced and prudish as they came.

  “You still coming over tonight to help me study?”

  I looked at the clock and saw my next class was starting soon, so I grabbed my books and started shoving them in my bag at the same time I nodded in response to Cannon. “Yeah, is eight okay? I have to work a couple hours at Pete’s, but then I can swing by.” I felt a shift in the air and I glanced up at Cannon. His face was expressionless, his eyes hard. I exhaled and rolled my eyes. “You’re not gonna get weird about it again, are you?”

  He made a gruff sound, as if he were frustrated. “You mean get as weird as Pete is?”

  I rolled my eyes again and shook my head. “He’s just an old, lonely guy.”

  Cannon snorted humorlessly. “Yeah, an old lonely perv who likes high school girls.”

  I wrinkled my nose and looked up at him. I’d been working at Pete’s body shop for the past year, answering phones and filing invoices. It wasn’t exactly my dream job by any means, but he paid well, worked around my school schedule, and really all I had to deal with was his weird personality and wandering eyes at times.

  But overall, he was a decent guy, just not decent in Cannon’s eyes.

  I stood and put my backpack on, looking down at Cannon, who was leaning back in his chair again, staring up at me. “I’ll see you at eight, okay?”

  “Sounds good.” He straightened and narrowed his eyes. “Tell me if he gets nasty with you.”

  “Nasty with me?”

  “Yeah, if he checks out your tits again, kick him in the balls. Or I can come down and do it.”

  “Oh my God. Only you’d make it this extreme.” I turned and walked away to hide my grin. Truth was I liked Cannon this protective of me.

  I should’ve never told him about the one time I was pretty sure Pete had looked down at my chest. I had yet to live that down, and it made for a very awkward situation when Cannon would swing by the body shop. Protective and pissy was an understatement.

  I looked over my shoulder right before leaving the library and stared at Cannon. He had his forearms braced on the table again, his focus out the window where the girls stood. His brows were furrowed in confusion, as if he were still trying to figure out which of them had ass injections.

  If there was one thing to be said about Cannon’s and my relationship, it was that we always kept each other on our toes, maybe Cannon even more.

  But I liked that and wouldn’t change it for the world.

  2

  Cannon

  Sweat covered my face as I pulled off my helmet, holding it under my arm. I ran my hand over my hair, the short, damp strands no doubt sticking up.

  Coach hollered for us and I picked up my pace, jogging toward where everyone else stood.

  “Good practice, boys.” Coach adjusted his sunglasses, his clipboard in his other hand. “I want your asses here bright and early tomorrow morning for another practice.” There was a round of groans.

  We all started heading toward the double doors on the back side of the school.

  “Shit,” I muttered under my breath when I saw Rachel waiting there. I heard a couple of the guys laugh.

  “Trouble in paradise, man?” Will said and I flipped him off and shook my head.

  There was no paradise where Rachel was concerned. Hell, I didn’t even know why I was still spending time with her. She was like a leech, clinging to me as if her life depended on it. Even though we’d only been hanging out for a couple of weeks I was pretty sure that was the longest she’d ever spent with the opposite sex.

  When I got to the doors, she pushed off the wall and grinned, her shirt too tight and too short, the little belly ring she wore having some kind of dangly bits hanging from it so every time she walked it swayed back and forth. Her jeans were low on her hips, so low that I was surprised I couldn’t see the top of her pussy.

  “Hey, Mr. All-Star.”

  Two of my teammates, Will and Rob, were trying not to laugh.

  Rachel was superficial as fuck, and after I spent the afternoon with Stella, that’s all I’d been thinking about. How I really couldn’t stand her, how all she saw were stars in her eyes.

  She jumped from player to player, and I knew that’s what she wanted from me … to get in my pants so she could say she’d fucked another football player.

  Shit, that was never going to happen. Hell, I hadn’t done so much as kiss her. And I could tell that was getting under her skin, could tell she was confused as hell on why I wasn’t fucking her when every other guy at school already had.

  “I watched you practice. You looked good out there,” she said and went to wrap her arm through mine, but then must have thought better of it. I looked at her and saw her nose scrunched up in disgust.

  “Yeah, I’m sweaty,” I said and headed inside. “Happens during practice.” She clearly didn’t like me stating the obvious.

  I looked over and down at her, seeing a big fake smile on her face. “Party this weekend at Stanley’s. You game?”

  I shrugged and grabbed one of the bottles of water a teammate threw at me. “Maybe. I gotta study though.”

  “Well, if you want to come over t
onight, I can help you study. My parents will be gone.”

  I shook my head. “Can’t. Stella is coming over tonight to help me.”

  I instantly felt the ice come from her and I stopped and turned to face her. I knew how this was going to go. She didn’t fucking like the relationship I had with Stella. That wasn’t a secret, not when I saw her mean mugging Stella on the constant.

  But the fact was, Stella was my best friend and the most important person to me in the entire world. She came above everyone else. If she needed something, I dropped what I was doing and I did it. Fuck anyone else who didn’t like that.

  I stared at Rachel, keeping my face expressionless, waiting for her to start in.

  She sidled next to me and tipped her head back to smile. I didn’t know who she thought she was kidding, or who she thought she was playing. I saw through all her bullshit.

  “You know, I could help you study instead. Might be a lot more fun.”

  I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good with Stella helping me. She knows how to make me understand shit.” I saw the way Rachel narrowed her eyes before taking a step back. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing the twin mounds of her tits nearly up to her chin.

  I knew she’d done that on purpose, trying to be suggestive. But what she didn’t get was that every minute I spent in her company was starting to feel like getting my nails ripped off. I thought it was time to cut the cord with her, so to speak.

  “You don’t think it’s weird that you spend so much time with her?”

  “Nope.”

  “Like, she’s never at any parties, and aside from you, she’s got like no friends—”

  “I’m going to stop you right there before you dig yourself into a big fucking hole.” She dropped her arms to her sides and lifted her chin, almost as if challenging me. “Stella is my best friend, has been for years. She’s always going to be in my life, no matter what. I’m sorry you’ve got some hang-up with it because you’re jealous of her, but if you say one more nasty remark about her, I might lose my shit, Rachel. You get me?”