Copyright © 2014 Shay Savage
Published by Shay Savage
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Editing : Chayasara
DEDICATION
This book is for all the die-hard soccer fans out there who watched the World Cup along with me, cheered for the teams, and are currently suffering through withdrawal while counting the days to World Cup 2018.
As always, huge thanks to the team of people who are always there to encourage me and occasionally talk me down from the ledge: Adam, Andrea, Chayasara, Heather, Holly, Kandace and of course, everyone on my street team!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One-Red Card
Chapter Two- First Touch
Chapter Three- Out of Play
Chapter Four- Rounding the Keeper
Chapter Five - Hooligans
Chapter Six - Assist
Chapter Seven - Penalty
Chapter Eight - Dive
Chapter Nine - Golden Goal
Chapter Ten - Caution
Chapter Eleven - Relegated
Chapter Twelve - Practice
Chapter Thirteen - Equalizer
Chapter Fourteen - Own Goal
Chapter Fifteen - Shutout
Chapter Sixteen - Half-time
Chapter Seventeen - Intercept
Chapter Eighteen - Booking
Chapter Nineteen - The Twelfth Man
Chapter Twenty - Set Piece
Chapter Twenty-one - Touch Line
Chapter Twenty-two - Penalty
Chapter Twenty-three - Save
Chapter Twenty-four - Sidelines
Chapter Twenty-five - Injury Time
Chapter Twenty-six - Play On
Chapter Twenty-seven - Counterattack
Chapter Twenty-eight - Final Minutes
Chapter Twenty-nine - Offside Trap
Chapter Thirty - Restart
Chapter Thirty-one - Goal
Chapter Thirty-two - New Play
Chapter Thirty-three - Clean Sheet
Chapter Thirty-four - Three Points
Epilogue - Onside
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CHAPTER 1
RED CARD
“Hiya, Thomas!”
Ignoring Heather Lones’ grating voice coming from behind the goal, I tried to wipe the sweat from my eyes with the back of my glove, but I think all I really managed to do was to rub mud across my face. I tipped the ball with the toe of my cleat to the right and then to the left, keeping it close and within my control. The opposing team’s striker jogged up, trying to put a little pressure on me. I waited until the last possible second before bending over and grabbing the ball off the ground.
I had six seconds.
I tossed the ball up into the air, and then gripped it a little tighter as I ran to the top of the box. I could see Jeremy Martin, the central defender, heading left and drawing one of their midfielders with him, which left our striker, Mika Klosav, wide open. I punted the ball straight to him with a second to spare.
“Oh my God! That was so awesome!”
Damn, that chick was annoying.
With the score tied at one-to-one, I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. It was only the first game of the season, but it was also the one that would set the pace for the rest of the year. Having what had to be the single most obnoxious cheerleader in the history of cheerleading right behind my goal was not helping the situation. I didn’t think I had ever even given her the time of day. No, definitely not. I might have taken her virginity when we were both drunk during the end-of-year bonfire down at the beach, but I definitely never told her what fucking time it was.
Seven minutes left in the game. I caught an easy one when it came straight at me, rolled it to Jeremy, and he took off down the side of the field. I signaled Klosav and midfielder Clint Oliver to head right, and when Jeremy belted an incredible cross to the far side of the box, Clint was there with the header.
Heather’s screech was enough for me to turn around and glare at her.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” I snapped. She just giggled and linked arms with some girl I hadn’t seen before. She was small and wearing a hoodie drawn up over her head. If I were hanging out with Heather Lones, I’d be hiding under a hood, too. The two of them skipped off toward the corner where the tunnel to the locker rooms was located. Well, Heather skipped and dragged the other chick with her. I shook my head and refocused on the game.
The forwards were moving up on me—jersey number sixteen on the right and number four on the left. The one on the right was offside by at least six feet, so I turned my attention to the other one who was currently blocked by Jeremy. The ball flew over the midfielders’ heads and number sixteen on the right trapped the ball and started to swing his leg back. I straightened up, waiting for the offside flag to go up and the whistle to sound as the ball flew past my right shoulder and into the goal behind me.
The ref blew the whistle and signaled a goal while I looked from him to the line ref at the side and back again. He was taking his booklet out of his back pocket and scribbling on it.
“You’re kidding, right?” I snapped. “He was offside by a mile!”
The ref shook his head from one side to the other as he marked the score two-all. I stomped up to the top of the box until I was nose to nose with him and tossed my hands in the air.
“This isn’t a Pee Wee game, you idiot!” I yelled. “We aren’t children! Are you fucking blind or just smoking crack?”
“Get back in position,” he said quietly as he shoved the book back in his pocket.
“Are you a fucking moron?” I clenched my fists. “Have you read the fucking rule book?”
The next thing I knew, I was seeing red.
A red card, that is.
I stomped off the field and through the tunnel to the locker rooms, staring at the ground and ignoring the cheers and jeers from the crowd. As I got to the mouth of the tunnel, Heather was babbling some bullshit, but I didn’t listen to her words. I was still looking at the ground, fuming and not watching where I was going, which is how I managed to slam right into Heather’s new friend.
“Get the fuck out of my way!” I bellowed before I even looked at her. When I did look down, I saw bright, wide blue eyes as they stared up at me in shock. I watched her lower lip disappear behind her teeth and felt my cock get hard.
Fucking great.
Like I needed that shit.
Not during my last high school season.
I needed focus.
I pushed past her and stormed out of the bright sunlight and into the dark hallway. Inside the locker room, I stripped, showered, and started dressing again without even bothering with a towel. I shook the water from my hair and watched droplets land on the mirror in front of me. I tried keeping my hair pretty short on the sides at least, but the top was just all over the place. I couldn’t seem to do much with my light brown hair even when I grabbed a glob of styling putty out of the jar and went to work on it. I turned to one side, examining the bruise running up my bicep that appeared to have a distinct hexagon shape to it.
For a moment, I stared into my own eyes. The hazel-green orbs looke
d angry in the harsh fluorescents, which fit my mood perfectly. I took a deep breath and dropped to the bench in front of my locker—locker number one, just like the number on my jersey. I was the fucking star, and everyone knew it.
Everyone except that fucking ref.
I wondered where he was from and who brought him to our field. I’d never seen him before. He had to be from out of town, or the fucker never would have carded me. The refs around here just knew better.
Grabbing my bag out of my locker, I fished out my phone and started going through contacts. I found the name I was looking for and hit the send key.
“Hey, Malone!” the voice said. “What can I do for ya?”
“Find out who was reffing my game today, and have the fucker’s credentials revoked.”
“Name?”
“No idea. Five foot five, bald, and blind as a fucking bat. If this had been a World Cup game, he’d have to be quietly removed from the country just to keep him from ending up with a bullet in his skull. Fucking idiot.”
“Center ref?”
“Yeah.”
“You get a yellow?”
“Red.”
“Damn!” I heard a low whistle through the phone’s speaker. “Gotcha. I’ll find out who it was. You won’t see him again.”
“Better not, or it’s your ass,” I told him.
“Nice. Going to the dance tonight?”
“Probably.” I ended the call and threw my phone back in my locker. Swiveling around, I leaned against the locker door and stretched my legs out far in front of me, pointing my toes in the air and loosening my ankles.
Motherfucking ref.
Red carding me.
Doesn’t he know who the fuck I am?
I closed my eyes and felt my jaw lock up as I started grinding my teeth tightly together. My fists clenched, and I kind of wished the ref would decide to come and “talk to me” after the game—so I could get the chance to fuck up his face. I heard the band start playing outside and knew the game must be over. I wondered who might have stepped up as goalie for the last couple of minutes. We had already used all our subs, so our backup goalie, James, couldn’t even get on the field.
Poor bastard—might have played in the first game of the year but couldn’t.
Ha!
Fucker.
I continued to stretch as my teammates walked in, some of them grumbling a little but not much. Not with me there, anyway. I learned pretty quickly that the game ended in a two-two tie and that Jeremy had stepped up as goalie for the last three and a half minutes of the game. I leaned back against my locker and continued to stretch out with my eyes closed.
“What’s wrong with you, Malone?”
I opened my eyes, and I looked at the new kid…um…whatever the fuck his name was. Tony, maybe? He was a freshman player who happened to make varsity though he didn’t get played today. I didn’t think he was from the area, and he had just moved here from…wherever.
Who gave a shit?
“Excuse me?” I looked at him and raised one eyebrow, wondering just how stupid he was.
“You don’t stop looking at the ball just because you think a foul will be called! And you sure as hell don’t drop f-bombs in front of the ref!”
I tensed everywhere. For a brief second, I considered just decking the little shit. I quickly forgot that idea for one that was much, much better. I stood slowly and took a step from the bench.
“There is no fucking way you are talking to me,” I smiled a half smile at him, but narrowed my eyes. Several of the guys snickered.
“Who else let a goal right by him without even trying to go for the ball?”
No snickering now. Actually, the whole locker room went pretty damn silent. There was the sound of water from the showers and some mumbled voices over that way but nothing else.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I asked as I nodded toward Klosav and Oliver. They walked slowly up to either side of him.
“I’m part of this team!” the little shit exclaimed.
“And as part of this team, you do realize I am your team captain.”
“I know that,” he said. His voice trailed off as he noticed the two bigger guys coming up beside him.
“And as the team captain, I do get certain…privileges.” I smiled wider and took another step closer to him.
“What? Like acting like an asshole on the field?” He looked from side to side as if he wanted to back away, but there was nowhere for him to go.
“No, like getting blowjobs from the youngest player on the team.” I watched his eyes get wide as he froze in place.
“You’re fucking insane or something,” he mumbled.
“Seriously? I’m thinking you need a little lesson.” I motioned toward Klosav and Clint, and they each placed a leg behind the kid, forcing him to stay where he was. “You need to understand that what I say goes. I’m always right. And you don’t fucking question me.”
I took another step closer.
“Ever.”
Mika and Clint moved quickly, and they grabbed Tony by his shoulders and arms. My teammates wrenched his arms behind his back as they shoved him down to his knees in front of me. I reached to the front of my jeans and undid the top button.
“Don’t worry,” I said in a low voice. “It really is an honor to suck me off. You’ll probably like the taste.”
Tony’s chest started to rise and fall rapidly. He moved his eyes quickly from my face down to my crotch as he pushed back against his captors. I reached for my zipper like was I going to drop it down but then stopped and leaned toward him instead.
“Lucky for you, there are a dozen girls still up in the stands who would beg for the opportunity,” I told him as I stepped back and smiled again. “I’m not about to stick my cock in your mouth, but that isn’t the point, is it? The point is I could have, right?”
He nodded quickly, and I could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
“My dad owns this town,” I reminded him and everyone else in the room, “and I own this school, and I sure as hell own this team. Don’t fucking forget it.”
I buttoned my fly and grabbed my bag, tossing it over my shoulder before I walked out of the locker room and back out the tunnel. I didn’t even look back. There were only a half-dozen girls still waiting around for me in the stands, and I gave them all a good smile and picked out one to walk into the school with me. She was a cute little junior, and she’d been practically salivating over me during practice this summer. She would get her thrill tonight.
The high school gym was a freaking zoo. You would think being out in a small town an hour away from Portland, Oregon, it would never get that crowded, but it was. Some DJ from the city was spinning some decent metal tunes, and the place was too loud to hear anyone talk. That suited me just fine. I smiled and nodded a lot when people tried to talk to me about the game.
I grabbed Lisa—the chick du jour—by the hand and pulled her over to the table with the refreshments. She was all smiles and rubbing up against my shoulder like she was marking her fucking territory or something. Mostly she was sneering at the other girls. Whatever. As long as she gave me a little something later, all would be good, and I probably wouldn’t trash-talk her too much at school next week.
I grabbed a cup and immediately went over to Jeremy to add a bit of “fun” to the punch. I dumped a bit from his flask into Lisa’s drink, too. It couldn’t hurt to loosen her up a bit. She asked if I wanted to dance, but I had to have her repeat it four times before I could even hear what she was saying.
“Go ahead,” I suggested, pointing to the dance floor.
“With you, silly!” she squealed back.
“Dance by yourself,” I told her. “I’ll watch.”
She scowled and went out onto the floor, wiggling her hips around and holding her hands up over her head to make her tits stick out as she danced. My cock noticed at least, and I figured it was about time to find a place that was a little more private
. I downed my punch, got another one, and chugged it back, too. I was feeling pretty good at that point, so I went out onto the dance floor and grabbed her waist from behind.
“Let’s go dance somewhere else, baby,” I murmured into her ear. After shouting the same words a couple more times only to have her stare at me blankly, I finally just pulled her off the dance floor and out into the hallway. At least I could hear myself think out there, but my ears were still ringing.
“Where are we going?” she asked as I pulled her down the hall.
“Locker rooms,” I said.
“Won’t they be locked?”
“Nah.”
I turned the corner and pushed the door open. Lisa pulled back.
“I don’t think I’m supposed to go in there,” she said. She glanced up and down the halls, but there wasn’t anyone around. I turned around and grabbed her waist, pulling her close and pressing my mouth against hers. I could feel her moaning against my lips and knew she was going to do anything I asked her to do. I kissed her a few more times before I let my hand creep up and cover one of her tits.
She didn’t protest, so I gripped her a little tighter, running my thumb over her nipple and feeling it get hard under my touch.
“Come on in now,” I whispered into her ear. “I have something to show you.”
“What is it?”
“My cock, baby.” I wasn’t playing around here. Either she was going to get me off, or I’d go find someone else. “He’d like to get to know you a little better.”
It took about five minutes of coaxing before she was on her knees in the shower room, opening up and trying to take my cock in her mouth.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?” I smirked a little as she shook her head. “It’s all right, baby. Just use your tongue a bit more. Yeah…that’s it.”
I tried not to push with my hips too much, but she was only taking about half of me, and I really wanted a little more. I put one hand on the back of her head, just to encourage her a bit, but she gagged and backed off.
“It’s all right, baby,” I said, trying to sound reassuring, “just try again.”
She nodded and sucked me in again, swirling her tongue around my cockhead.