Page 58 of The Quarterback Sneak

With her hand on her locker, she turns to look at me as though she knows I’m watching her. A slow, sexy smile curves her lips, and she raises her eyebrows in invitation. I make my way to her, and the way she watches me has me a little curious. Something feels different this morning. There’s an extra twinkle in her eye, or maybe it’s a little more pop to her hip, but something’s changed about her, and I can’t put my finger on what.

She tips her chin and rolls to her back when I reach her. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

Her finger scratches under my chin, and she draws me in, kissing me. I brace my hand against her locker since she pulls me closer, and I’m guessing she wants to make a show of it this morning.

I feel a little woozy as she backs away, because that kiss felt different. I don’t know how to describe it, but it felt like there was something a little deeper there. Who knows, maybe I’m making this up in my head because of our conversation last night.

“Good morning, Z,” she purrs with a serene smile sprawled across her face. Her dimples pop on her cheeks, making her eyes crease, and the only thing I can think of is how gorgeous she looks when she smiles.

“How are you?” I ask, wanting to nuzzle her neck and taste her skin, but I stop myself. I hold back a groan when she runs her fingers through my wet hair, scratching her long nails across my scalp.

“Better after seeing you.” Her gaze lingers on my lips, and she leans in to kiss me again. Her hands clutch at my white shirt, crumpling it in a desperate need to bring me closer. Her kisses are feral and hungry, and when she nips at my bottom lip, my dick immediately gets hard. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be getting this excited over a fake girlfriend, but after everything that happened between us, I feel like we’re a little beyond that. Not quite dating, but close enough to fool around and be okay with it.

“Honey.” I try to back away to look at her, but she doesn’t let me. She wraps her hands around my school regulation tie, pulling me closer and pinning herself between me and the lockers. I slam my hands against the metal above, caging her in as her lips dance with mine. Mutterings of students soundaround us, but I don’t care because all I’m thinking about is how much more I want Honey. So I do what any guy would do if they were dating her. I claim her in front of the school again and take pride in it. When I lift her leg, her breath hitches as our hips connect, then I skate my hand up her smooth thigh until I feel the hem of her skirt. It’s déjà vu from the other night, and like last time, she’s not pushing me away.

My hands tremble when they graze against the soft skin of her thigh, causing it to goose bump. I need a minute; otherwise, my dick might explode. I’m not a virgin, not in the slightest, but I haven’t exactly been chasing tail the last couple of years. Focusing on football, scholarships, and Ella has hindered any of that.

Dragging my lips away from hers, I kiss her jaw, licking and nipping at her skin and enjoying the sound of her moaning. Her hips tentatively move against mine, and her body quivers beneath me. From what I can remember, she was never overly affectionate with Jamie in the hallway, so this amount of PDA will no doubt cause a stir with the rest of the student body. At least that means something other than my pants is stirring.

We make out for what feels like hours, but it’s probably only several minutes when she lets me back away from her. Her lipstick is smudged, and her hair looks crazy even though she’s wearing this cute red headband that frames her face. She’s beautiful like this. Horny and heady.

Damn, am I horny too.

All this making out and play dating has my dick harder than a screwdriver these days and means I’m thinking about way more than football when I’m in the shower.

Her lips part, and she draws in a calming breath. “That was… nice.” She teases, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. I want to feel her mouth pressed against me again.

Her hands wrap around my biceps, and I drop my forehead to hers. “We’re going to be late,” I whisper, not caring about class, but I know she does.

Honey rubs her nose against mine. “I can think of better things to do than history.” Her eyes darken, gleaming with mischief I want to take advantage of.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” I dare to ask. She looks both ways, and although the hallway is quieter, a few students still mill around. With her hand gripping my tie, she pulls me down the hall. There’s a foolish smile etched across my face as we pass students lingering in the hallway. For all intents and purposes, everyone thinks I’m dumbstruck by this girl, with my hard-on and goofy smile.

Maybe I am… just a tiny bit.

She takes me by surprise when she stands in front of the janitor’s closet, opens the door, then drags me inside. Once we’re cozy, she shuts the door. I hear the click of the lock, and I look at her with furrowed brows as she leans against the wood with a wry smile.

“The janitor’s closet?” I raise my brow. “Little cliché, don’t you think?”

She sways her hips, dipping them to draw my attention, but I can’t stop looking into her amber eyes. As she stares at me like I’m a steak and her mother’s out of town, I step back, confused. As hot as this whole situation is, I have no idea what’s happening.

“Now what?”

The room is small, and with every breath, it feels like it’s getting smaller. The smell of bleach stings my nose, but I’m too curious about her intentions to let that bother me.

She bites her bottom lip. “I, uh, think we might need a new rule.”

Just as my heart rate calms, Honey reaches for me and gently scratches my chest, watching me with dark, interested eyes, and I don’t know where to look.

“A new rule?”

Her eyes drop to my chest, following the trail her fingers make around my pec. “Yeah, well, I thought we’re doing such a good job with the dating that maybe we need to take it up a notch.” She brings her lips to my neck, leaving small, barely there kisses as she travels to my shoulder. “We talked about the potential of kissing plenty of times, but not the possibility of more.”

I screw my eyes shut, trying to ignore how good it feels when her tongue tickles my skin. “More? But we’re not actually dating.” I put it out there, even though her hand is now softly playing with the edges of my buttoned shirt, threatening to go under. Yes, this feels a hell of a lot like more, but I need clarification.

“I don’t know about you, but all this kissing has been turning me on,” she whispers in my ear before swiping her tongue against my lobe.

Am I dreaming? Because the Honey I know wouldn’t be so brazen as to say that. Maybe I misheard.

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