Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I didn’t.
I watched that ball as it sailed in, and got just enough distance from Valen that it hit me dead-on. The moment the ball thwacked into my hand, I made a break for it. I didn’t have that many yards between me and the touchdown, but as far as I was concerned, I could have run it forever.
Make it another hundred yards.
Make it a thousand.
I would bring that ball, and I would earn my fucking touchdown.
When my cleat crossed the line and I hadn’t been brought down to the ground, I knew that something had changed.
I was here.
We were 17 to 13 now.
Then 17 to 14, soon after.
And I was ready to bring us the win.
On Luke’s next pass, something more had clicked. Not only did Valen seem thrown off his game, but it somehow felt like my legs were faster now. I juked a little this time, never letting him know where I’d end up. For a moment I thought I was caught, but that moment sailed on by.
The crowd went fucking apeshit when I brought the score up again.
And by the time the game ended, we all knew the win was already ours.
I roared as the rest of my team surrounded me, covering me in the biggest mob I’d ever seen.
“Our boy!”
“That’s how we do it, Peachel.”
“Tempests fucking strong, baby!”
I never knew that I could drop into a place where I cared less about going pro, and somehow play better than I’d ever played in my life.
Locked in.
Knowing that on the other side of this game, I had something perfect waiting for me.
Win or lose.
CHAPTER 20
GRAY
Andrew decided Homecoming night was the time he was going to start torturing me.
His hand was on my waistband the moment I cut the car engine in the Hard Spot parking lot.
“Take it out.”
His eyes were calm, but definitive. We had parked in the far corner of the lot, with the front of my car facing toward a brick exterior wall.
I reached out and squeezed his thigh. “The guys are waiting for us inside.”
“I know. Now take your cock out.”
I had to admit I’d liked Andrew Peachel for a while now, but goddamn, I only liked him more with every passing moment.
He squeezed my bulge through the denim, and I glanced through the car windows around the parking lot again.
The Homecoming game had ended with Andrew giving a tour de force performance, and he’d stayed at the field for a long time afterward, chatting with fans and taking pictures. The Tempests were meeting up at the Hard Spot now, but Andrew didn’t seem to have any intention of going inside yet.
“You need my dick that bad, don’t you?” I murmured.
But I was bluffing.
He apparently wasn’t.
The moment his hand landed on my button and zipper, I was already getting hard.
“You scared?” he teased me.
I took off my seatbelt, leaning back in the driver’s seat.
I’ll call that bluff anytime.
“Not scared. I don’t give a fuck if we’re in a parking lot or in the middle of the damn bar with everyone staring at us. I like you all needy like this, Peach.”
“I’m more than needy.”
I’d come to love that gleam in his eyes.
Andrew had always been flirty, but after a good game, he was unstoppable.
He undid my pants and shoved them down just far enough to take my cock out. The moment it bobbed free he dipped down, taking it deep into his throat.
“Fuck, I’m lucky,” I uttered.
He sucked it hard, popping the tip between his lips a few times and making me shudder. He didn’t go slow. It was like he was trying to win a record for making me come faster than ever.
And I was more than ready to give him my cum.
“Keep that up,” I said, digging my fingers in his hair and tugging it hard. He was still fresh from his post-game shower and he smelled goddamn good.
He slowly painted a stripe with his tongue, firmly pressing it along the underside of my dick, teasing me with a swirl around the head.
I moaned as he sucked the tip again, gliding his slick lips around it.
And then he pulled off.
All at once.
He sat back, and my fingers slipped out of his hair.
“Peach,” I whispered, my voice a little desperate.
My cock ached.
My balls did, too.
But I watched in a quiet agony as something gleamed in his eyes.
And then the motherfucker reached for the door handle.
He gave me a devilish smile as he opened the passenger side door and got out of the car, walking outside.
“Come on,” he said. “They’re waiting for us.”
“Get back in here.”
He dipped his head back into the car.
“No. I’m going to edge you all night. And you’re going to love it.”
A satisfying mix of frustration and excitement settled on me.
I was already aching, but I knew just how good it could be to draw it out.