OVERTIME

OVERTIME

T.S. MCKINNEY

Overtime

Copyright © 2016, T.S. McKinney

Published by Dark Hollows Press

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Overtime

Copyright © 2016 T.S. McKinney

ISBN 10: 1-944054-41-3

ISBN 13: 978-1-944054-41-0

Author: T.S. McKinney

Editor: Ashley Kain

Publication Date: February 2016

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Cover design by E. Connors

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Chapter 1

“Dammit, guys! We all know this tiny shit-ass school isn’t going to be a worthy adversary for us, but if you
dickwads
don’t get your shit together before game night, you’re going to make them think they actually have a chance against us!” Riley, their team captain and self-appointed cheerleader screamed at them after their lackluster practice. He was right. Their practice had sucked raw eggs, but Florida Gulf didn’t have a chance against the Kentucky Wildcats. The basketball championship game against the tiny no-name school located in
Nowheresville
, Florida was going to be a legendary ass-whipping and really torture the odd makers in Vegas. Sure, their last three practices hadn’t been stellar but their third string team could beat a team like Florida Gulf Coast. The Cinderella story could only go so far before they actually bumped up against a talent that the three little fairies couldn’t overcome.

“Come on, Cap’n
,” Jayme whined. “It’s not like we have to do more than fucking show up in order to beat those ladies.” The idiot did a few fist pumps with the guys around him and Jagger rolled his eyes, knowing exactly where this was headed. Riley was going to toast their asses.

Riley was eerily silent as he glared at Jayme, their huge center that had more height than brains. He was a huge seven foot two inches of sheer muscle that gave him the ability to stomp out any competition he ever bucked up against inside the paint. God forbid he ever had to use his head for anything more than serving as a resting place for his eyeballs.

“Shut the fuck up, Jayme,” Riley finally hissed when he though Jayme had squirmed long enough. “We’ve watched their films so we know they’ve got skill to bring and we know they’ve brought it to every damned game in the playoffs. They’re driven by something we obviously don’t possess at the moment. Do you girls want to end up getting your asses handed to you like all the fools before us that didn’t prepare for their game?” He slammed his jersey into his locker and glanced down at his watch. “This was supposed to be our last practice but we fucked it up so bad that we’re all going to have our asses back in the gym tonight at midnight.”

“What the hell, Riley? Coach didn’t call a practice. We don’t have to be here,” Steven, an arrogant junior argued. He clearly needed to be put into the total idiot category along with Jayme. Nobody argued with their Captain and didn’t end up regretting it before all was said and done. A silence fell over the locker room. Even Jayme had the God-given sense to drop his eyes and find a sudden interest in the floor.

“Don’t show up, bitch. I don’t care if your ass sits the bench the entire game.” Riley shrugged indifferently but every dude in the locker room knew Steven was going down and was going down the hard way. “Anybody else want to argue about whether we need another practice or not?”

Nobody squeaked out a word. Shocker. Riley was a damned good Captain and thrived on winning. He didn’t put up with shit from any of them, especially a smart-ass Junior that wasn’t nearly as good as he thought he was.

“That’s what I thought. I’ll see you girls at midnight and every damned one of you better bring
your A
-game.” He turned like he was dismissing them but then paused before adding, “Jagger, I need to see you in the office. Now.”

Shit. What the fuck had he done? He kept his head down, followed orders, and played a top-notch game. He shouldn’t be anywhere on Riley’s radar. He lived his Wildcat life damned well doing everything possible to stay off Riley’s radar. To be perfectly honest, he lived a life so pathetically boring that he pretty much stayed off everybody’s radar.

Things appeared to get even worse for Jagger when he noted that the Co-Captain fell in right behind him. Cat-calls and threatening noises filled the air. Nice; he was being taken to task in front of everybody. He’d been called into the office once during the entire four years he’d been on the basketball team and that was to tell him they were changing his jersey number. If you looked up goodie-goodie, pathetically boring Wildcat athlete in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Jagger smiling back at you. No, he wouldn’t be smiling. He rarely did that.

Inside the cramped office, he heard Dickens, otherwise known as Dick, shut the door, stuffing the three of them inside the borrowed office. It wasn’t like he was afraid of them or that he was nearly as boring and pathetic as he portrayed himself to be. It was just that he needed his basketball scholarship in order to get his education. He walked the straight and narrow, followed rules, carried a 4.0 GPA, and never did anything to draw attention to himself. It’d worked for him so fucking far and he’d be damned if he let something screw him up this close to graduation.

“Is something wrong, Captain? I’ll be here at midnight and give you everything I’ve got. You know that, right?” Shit, he sounded like such a pussy. Two more weeks until his took his final exams
…

Riley rolled his eyes as he plopped down in the expensive leather chair from their borrowed locker room. The championship game was being played Monday night in the Georgia Dome, so everything around them was borrowed, although it was beginning to feel like home. They’d been practicing here since Wednesday and had played the semi-finals at their borrowed stadium on Saturday. “Of course you will, Jag. You always do.” He barked out a laugh. “Fuck, Jag, I bet your farts don’t even stink. I’ve never in all my life met a more angelic basketball player than our very own Jagger Jameson.” He leaned across the desk. “Be honest, Jagger, have you ever fucked a girl in any position other than missionary?”

Dick snorted. “Maybe you should ask him if he’s ever fucked a girl,
Cap’n
! Knowing this sweetheart, he’s probably saving himself for the right God-
fearin’, white-wearin’, virgin Southern B
elle born and bred in the rolling hills of Kentucky!” He chucked Jagger on the back, knocking him a couple of steps across the room. “
Ain’t that right, Jag?”

He hated Dick, always had and figured he always would. Riley was a tough Captain but he was normally okay…unless you pissed him off by not giving the team one hundred and ten percent. Dick was…well, just a dick. “Nah, I’ve done it doggie style a few times,
Dick
.” He emphasized the word Dick but kept a blankly innocent look on his face.

Riley barked out a laugh. “Back your shit down, Dick. We aren’t here to tease our team angel.” His warm brown eyes bore into Jagger, searching for something…but Jagger didn’t have a clue what that might be. Over the past four years, he’d caught Riley watching him, studying him like he was a total freak, but other than a few friendly conversations about basketball, they’d never interacted that much. Of course, he never interacted with anybody, so why should Riley be any different?

“What, um, are we here for, Riley?” Jagger asked quietly. The Angel joke was something he was used to. They’d been doing it since his freshman year. The first time he’d refused to go bar hoping because he had to study, he’d earned the angel nickname. Unfortunately, it’d stuck through each and every year.

“Tell me what you know about Colton Montgomery. How well do you guys know each other? You both grew up in the same small town, right?”

Just hearing the name Colton Montgomery nearly caused Jagger’s knees to buckle and he was certain a fucking blush was probably staining his cheeks right about fucking now. Fuck. Why were they asking him about Colton? The arrogant prick had moved out of his town in the middle of their first year in high school. Since then, he’d seen him exactly one time during a basketball camp the summer he was offered his scholarship from the University of Kentucky Wildcats. He’d been flying high, finally certain that his paid tuition to college was going to help him climb out of the poverty pit he’d always lived in. All the guys at camp had been giving him high-fives and congratulating him on scoring the absolute best basketball scholarship in SEC college basketball. While he wasn’t one to joke around with the other ballplayers, he’d secretly liked it when they’d all started calling him Wildcat in reference to his scholarship. There hadn’t been much happen in his life to make him proud, but he’d felt pretty damned proud of himself at that particular moment in his life. He’d been certain he owned the world and nobody would be able to knock him off his pedestal. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Colton had sent him tumbling with one arrogant statement. Sure, it was a day he would never forget…no matter how hard he tried to block out what had happened…how Colton had made him feel.

“Why?” He asked, hating how panicked he sounded.

Riley arched a brow in his direction and smirked. Yep, he’d noticed the blush. Perfect. At least Dick was standing behind him and couldn’t see the deer-in-the-headlights look he was certain was on plastered all over his face.

“How well do you know him?”

Jagger schooled his features to a bland, bored expression that he desperately hoped would fool the perceptive Riley and then offered up a shrug. “He moved away our first year of high school. We ran in totally different circles, so I don’t really know shit about him. He was rich and I was poor. We had different friends. I think maybe we’ve exchanged maybe five words in our lifetime.”

It was ten words to be exact and Jagger would never ever forget them. He could still hear Colton’s deep voice…feel his hot breath against the back of his neck when he’d whispered those ten words to him in the showers during that infamous basketball camp.
I’m going to fuck you so hard one day, Wildcat.

The bastard had whispered that promise to him and then sauntered away like he was the fucking cock of the walk, leaving Jagger trembling, blushing, and his traitorous cock hard as a
rock. Growing up in the same town, seeing Colton get everything he ever wanted handed to him on a silver platter while Jagger worried about whether he would have lunch money or not had made Jagger dislike his spoiled adversary. Those ten words, offered so seductively, had made him hate Colton.