Page 61 of The Quarterback Sneak

“We should go.” I barely get the words out, but I know I need to get some air. If not, there is a serious possibility my dick will fall off.

Although she nods, she makes no attempt to open the door. Instead, her gaze lingers at my belt buckle, and her hands drop to the leather. “Honey, what are you doing?” I push my hips back just as she grabs the loops of my pants, keeping me in place.

“Did you really think I would let you leave here with a hard-on the size of Texas?”

What the fuck is happening? This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

Before I’ve had a second to think, Honey’s already unbuttoned my pants and her fingers are grasping my zipper.

Placing my hand above hers, I say the hardest thing I’ve ever had to say. “Honey, we shouldn’t.” I know she’s disappointed. I am too, but we need to talk before anything else happens between us.

“Relax,” she coos. “This is a quick quid pro quo. You just rocked my world; now it’s my turn.” She talks like we’re exchangingmilkshakes, not bodily fluids. Luckily, my brain still works despite the lack of oxygen, and I thread my fingers with hers.

“We should probably get to class. I could be in a lot of trouble if someone finds us.”

Her face falls. Ignoring it, I pat down her hair and adjust her headband before taking her hand again and leading her out of the closet.

Several students back away as the door opens. Honey looks at me with a knowing glare. They were listening to that whole thing, and Jamie will probably find out about this before the end of the day.

Her steps are lighter than before, but weirdly, all I feel is annoyed, and it’s not because of the flagpole in my pants. A moment like the one we shared should have been between us. Now we will be the talk of the school for all the wrong reasons.

Grabbing my hand, she takes my mind off the fiasco while dragging me down the hallway. That whole session was hot, but I’m left with the lingering question ofwhat now? Surely, this little act of defiance is her way of saying she’s feeling me as much as I’m feeling her.

Just as I’m about to tell her we need to talk, she interrupts me. “Are you around Friday night?”

“Friday night?”

Her smile tilts to the side. “Yeah, I know it’s a bye week this week, so I was wondering if you were free to come to Kyle’s party with me?”

My blood goes cold because this little act is complicating things. I already promised Tiff I’d look after Ella on Friday to give her a break. Just as I’m about to say no, my voice breaks at her overeager eyes.

“Sure, I’d love to go.” It feels like there’s a stone in my lungs holding back the words I can’t say. Too many commitments, too many complications, and here I am, adding to them.

She hugs me, but I’m less than thrilled about this. In fact, I couldn’t think of anything worse than spending more time than necessary hanging out with these idiots, but apparently, hanging out with Honey trumps that.

I’ll just have to make sure I spend the whole weekend with Ella to make it up to Tiff.

I get a strange sense of déjà vu when I open the door to the weight room, and all of the noise in the room stops. Blank stares and sharp whispers greet me, and I know exactly why.

Honey.

“Yeah, we’re not doing this today.” Mike sighs, pushing me out of the room before I can make a comment. He tosses a glance over his shoulder and shuts the door.

“What’s going on, Mike?” I play dumb because I want to know what he knows.

He shakes his head. “Jamie. He’s looking for a fight today, and if he sees you, all bets are off.”

“Why?”

Mike looks up at me with wide eyes. “Are you really going to keep pretending that you don’t know anything about the rumor?”

“Did he finally realize I’m a better ball player than him? Because that ain’t a rumor, that’s the truth. One that he could have figured out just by using a scouting report.”

He spears me with a glare so hard I swear I feel it piercing my chest. “Stop, Z. It’s not funny. This stupid bet is getting out of control and is tearing the team apart.”

I raise my hands. “I didn’t start this stupid bet, and I’m the one helping your friend.”

“Screwing her in the janitor’s closet isn’t exactly helping her, is it?”

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