Free Stallion: A Bad Boy Sports Romance by Autumn Avery Page A

bear charged through it.”
    “Oh,” I say, scratching my head. “That makes sense. But yeah, still. What the Hell are you doing here?”
    “Christ, you’re dense, Johnson,” Benny says with a smirk, knowing he’s the only one alive I’d let get away with talking to me like that. “I’m here to save your ass from failing out of school. Remember?”
    Shit, I forgot! A hard night of partying will do that to you, and I’ve had nothing on my mind but Emmy since she walked out of the house in a huff. I wonder if she tutors? That’d be a great way to get us two together. Of course, then all I’d do is spend my time trying to get in her pants. Coach probably figured that and that’s why he assigned Benny.
    “Can’t this wait, Benny?” I ask him. “I haven’t even eaten yet.”
    Benny reaches into his bag and pulls out a sandwich wrapped in foil. “Like meatballs? Come on, I bet you do! All you jocks love a nice meaty ball.”
    I can’t help but laugh and shake my head as I take the sandwich from Benny. This guy really does come prepared. It’s no wonder he’s in the top of our graduating class.
    “I like you, Benny,” I tell him, tossing a shirt on. “Turn around a sec, will you? I don’t want you getting a glimpse of my dick and jumping on me.”
    “In your dreams, champ,” Benny says. But he turns around, and I toss my towel and slide into my boxers and a pair of shorts. “All right.”
    I snag the sandwich and start unwrapping the hot foil and getting a whiff of spicy marinara and fresh meatballs. “Why can’t you have nice tits and a fat ass, Benny?”
    “Hey, I’m working on my figure here,” he says with a laugh, pulling out a bunch of books from his bag. “What do you want to start with first—?”
    “Do you know a girl named Emmy?” I say, interrupting him.
    “Do I know a girl named Emmy? You know how big this school is?”
    “She works for the Tribune. Nice rack. Snooty little attitude?”
    Benny grins and shakes his head. “What’d she do? Blow you off?”
    “Hey!” I say, glaring at him as I take a big bite of the sandwich, which is actually fucking amazing. I may have found a new hangover meal. “Nobody blows off Walker Johnson.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Benny says, chuckling to himself. “Then why do you need to know if I know her? Couldn’t you just go over to her and bang her or whatever?”
    “Didn’t get a chance to,” I say quietly, stuffing another bite into my mouth. “She ran outta here before I could get her upstairs.”
    “Listen, man. Not all girls are vulnerable to a charming smile. Trust me. I’d know.”
    Benny really is a good guy. If he had an athletic bone in his body, I could probably convince the rest of the guys on the team to hang out with him, but this guy can’t even throw a stick for a corgi, let alone play an organized sport. He’s also got a bit of an arrogance that comes across from being so smart, and if you’re dumb as a box of rocks, like most of the guys on the team, he can come off as a bit of a dickhead.
    Benny snaps his fingers in front of my face, and I realize I’ve been staring into space like an idiot, marinara sauce dripping down my chin.
    “This girl really did a number on you, huh?” Benny laughs. “What’s this bitch got a golden pussy or something!?”
    I know he’s joking – just trying to bust my balls, but for some reason I snap.
    “Hey! Shut the fuck up, man! You don’t even know this chick!”
    Benny recoils and frowns at me like he doesn’t even know me. My blood is practically boiling. Am I already getting possessive of this chick that I’ve only met once and haven’t even slept with? Possessive is not even a word in my vocabulary when it comes to chicks.
    No promises. No commitments.
    That’s been my motto since day one, and the girls all know it. No broken hearts here. At least not intentionally. But Benny’s little joke really set me off.
    What the Hell is wrong with me?
    “Whoa. Easy, fella,” Benny