Chapter 37: Beau

Beau

"…and then, he had the nerve to tackle the rival team's mascot into the coaching staff. Expelled on the spot, but Hendrix was a legend within the halls of our High School." Everyone laughed at Jax's embarrassing story of Hendrix, everyone, but the man himself.

He stood beside his friend in a defiant pose, hands crossed over his bare chest. A bare torso I was fighting like hell not to look at. Tried to ignore the thick cords of taut muscle - the deep V of his waist, and how low those godforsaken black board shorts sat.

So, while Jax carried on with the fifth installment of his miniseries aptly called let's make the asshole suffer, I sat stone still. Kept my thighs closed tightly and begged my body to cooperate.

To not squirm at the sight before me. To stay still and play it cool.

"He came out from the visiting side of the field looking like a drowned rat. Gatorade had been thrown all over him. Cocky grin in place, the bastard thought he was God's gift to women." Jax winked at me,