Page 18 of Chasing Football Dreams

Zoey demonstrated her hot-headedness and stubbornness when she didn’t back down even after she was almost abducted. Zoey didn’t deserve any of this. She was kind. Thoughtful. Beautiful. Loving. All she wants is someone to give her back the love she hands out. I can see that little lost girl in her eyes every time she stands on the field guiding my team to victory. I can’t give her back her past but I can give her a future with a promise that she will forever be loved.

I watched her with a hazy gaze when she pushed the blankets away and settled on top of my lap. My body was already having a hard time surviving after I had a taste of her.

I saw the tears in her eyes and I went to cup her face in my hand. I kissed her cheek, wiping away the tears. “I wish I could wipe away these monsters inside your head,”

“You can’t always protect me,” Her defiance was killing me.

I rolled her onto her back when I noticed her attention was somewhere else when she turned her face away from me.

“It’s not about protecting. You’ve demonstrated that you can handle protecting yourself,” She doesn’t need a prince in armor to come to save her. She can slay any beast but every warrior needs a sidekick.

“People were right when they called me a freak,”

It maddened me that she would see herself as a freak for something she had no control over. “You’re not a freak,”

“Please. I grew up in an orphanage where nobody dared to love me. I get nightmares which most definitely look like they could be suppressed memories,”

I took the opportunity to lower my mouth to her neck and sucked on the soft skin to distract her.

I couldn’t stop myself from softly grazing my teeth in the crook of her neck. “You’re not a freak,” I reminded her again.

“Duncan—oh-my-god…,” Her words came out as a moan with her body betraying her when her back lifted off the bed and pushed against mine.

I ventured lower, my hands skimming up her hips with my lips placing open kisses on her stomach. Her muscles tightened making her abs contract—making her utterly irresistible.

“You were taken from your parents and forced to believe they died. That’s not a freak to me. It takes strength to overcome what you have. You didn’t let anything define you,” I looked at her with my lips hovering over her skin.

“It’s starting to,” She whispered.

I brushed my hand up her leg and let my fingers drift into her sleeping shorts where I found her dampened core. I pushed her panties aside, stroking her and plunging a finger into her wetness.

Her back shot off the bed as a moan rumbled through her chest. I worked my fingers in and out of her, watching her lose control and listening to her soft begs. Ever since I got a taste of her and touched her like this—I couldn’t stop wanting to touch her intimately. I wanted her, skin to skin settle deep inside of her and hear her moaning my name.

I watched her with a grin as her body spasmed and listened to her outcry. Her hands shot out to grab hold of the bed and clutch the blanket between her fingers.

Her eyes fell shut. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. I pulled my fingers from her wetness and crawled back up her body. I landed a few kisses on her chest and cheeks.

“It’s been tough concealing my emotions around you ever since I saw you that night at the bleachers. You left me tongue-tied when I saw you again at the diner but I knew from that moment, I wanted to be the reason for your smile and laughter,”

“What took you so long?” She asked.

I closed my eyes, embracing the comfort of her hand brushing through my hair. “I felt like you deserved someone better,”

“Why’s that?”

I reopened my eyes finding her judge-free gaze focusing on me. “You are the example of what a good person looks like while I am the complete opposite,”

“You are not a bad person. Bad things happened to you,” She urged me to lower onto my elbows and met my lips. She pushed my lips apart and kissed me passionately to the point where I was ready to take her right over and over.

I slowed down the kiss, loving her little rambles when she realized what I was doing. She threw me over onto my back and straddled my waist. She pushed her hands up my naked chest and skimmed them slowly back down making me moan at her touch. I met her halfway when she leaned forward finding my lips.

My hands went to cup her ass and involutory jerked my hips. Her moan in my ears drove me batshit crazy and I was almost tempted to let her have her way with me.

“Zoey,” I grumbled when she broke the kiss to make her way down my chest. Her lips closed around a nipple before leaving a trail of open kisses down my waist.

I dropped my head back. My hands were in my hair as I moaned at the feel of her lips on my skin. “Fuck,” I was trying to be the good guy here.

“You are going to be the death of me,”

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