Page 35 of The Quarterback Sneak

Laughter echoes around the room, and without looking, I know it’s me they’re laughing at. They are watching my dreams die in front of me again, only this time, I don’t have sunglasses to hide my watering eyes. Swallowing, I try to still my trembling lip as best as possible. Everyone’s watching, waiting for my epic freakout so they can record it and make me the laughingstock of South Point Prep again.

Sweat drips down the back of my neck until my red scarf soaks it up. Unfortunately, there’s nothing to cover my soured face.

Sitting a little straighter in Zach’s arms, I try to hold my resolve. Then Jamie’s head dips down and his eyes meet mine for the quickest of seconds. His lips lift into a smile as he stares at me while bringing his lips to hers.

I will not get upset. He’s doing this to me on purpose. I don’t want him. I just want him to stop treating me like a doll he can break over and over again for his own enjoyment.

“You’ve let me no choice, Boo.” My mouth is slightly parted while I watch Jamie eat McKenna’s face. It’s not sexy or romantic this time. It’s a claim and his way to prove I’ll never get over him.

Suddenly, there’s a soft, wet touch against my neck, and I close my eyes on a gasp. Zach grips me tighter while his lips work over my sensitive flesh. “I’m guessing you like that?” he asks with a chuckle, but I can’t answer because there’s a feeling I can’t quite describe churning inside me.

He drags his lips up my neck until they reach my ear. “Remember what I said about relaxing? This is first-date stuff. I would have done much more to you if you were mine.” I close my eyes, tilting my head to rest on his shoulder, and try to relax into his touch. His hands roam my sides, digging in at the skin under my bra before moving them back to my thighs and the hem of my dress.

Smiling at his teasing gestures, I thread my hand through his hair, directing him.

He nips at my neck, just under the scarf, no doubt leaving his mark there, but with each stinging sensation, I’m further from the hurt Jamie caused and closer to that feeling I had when it was just Zach and me in the car.

And I want more of that.

Zach groans against me after a nibble and tickles the area with his tongue. My mouth drops open as I let the sensation of him touching me take over. His fingers dance under the fabric of my skirt, and instead of pushing him away, I part my thighs.

My eyes open wide when I realize what’s happening.

Surely not?

Another swipe of his tongue and a tickle of his fingers.

Tingles grow, and there’s no denying it now. Those tingles are shooting straight to my center. I’m getting turned on by Zach’s touch, and I wonder if he knows it, because his hands inch farther up.

“Mmm,” I moan, pulling at his hair harder. Even though I haven’t processed how I feel about him making me so horny, I don’t want him to stop.

Just as my hips roll against his thigh, his hands move away, and I groan in frustration.

“You forget about him yet?” he asks, leaving the tiniest of kisses against my shoulder.

The throbbing between my thighs doesn’t stop, but his words douse me like a bucket of freezing cold water. He’s touching me like this because he wants me to forget, not because he’s attracted to me.

“One last thing,” Zach whispers before using his finger to guide my chin to look at him. I can’t open my eyes because I’m too embarrassed with how hot he’s made me.

His lips press against mine firmly, making it clear to anyone watching that I’m his and he’s mine. His tongue slides across the seam of my lips, flicking at them. I inwardly curse because the first thing I wonder is how his tongue might feel across my hot center. My mind wanders to how he’d play with me and make me feel things I’ve only heard other girls talk about.

I open my mouth, letting him in, and his tongue enters and leaves in a motion that feels a lot like sex, only better. His hands are back to touching me, and the tension in my body is building. It doesn’t matter that this room is full of people we go to school with or that Jamie is probably watching. All that matters is that there’s this lust building in my body. I’m not sure where this is going, but damn, I want to see it through.

I claw at Zach, and my wet panties indicate how close I am to something I’ve only ever experienced on my own.

A few more touches, and I’ll get there. I can feel it.

His tongue darts out, then he pulls away and wraps his arms around me, holding me to his side. “Thought that would help get your mind off things,” he says, kissing the spot where he’s no doubt left a hickey, and relaxes against the wall.

I’m glad he can be calm, but my body feels let down, the throbbing only mildly dulling with the lack of stimulation.

I was so close, but then he stopped.

When I look around the room, Jamie and McKenna are nowhere to be found, but prying eyes watch us and whisper. One thing is for sure: Zach’s doing a damn good job making people believe I want him.

“Well, that went well,” Zach says, smiling at me as we sit in my car.

“Yeah, not too bad,” I reply, biting my lip. If you call nearly giving me an orgasm from just touching me with my clothes on going well, I’d have to agree.

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