Page 79 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Drew grunts something, but his thighs act as earmuffs, making it hard to hear. He thrusts a little farther into my mouth, and I can feel his balls tightening. He’s going to come, and knowing him, he’s going to try to pull out.

Not on my watch.

With one hand, I hold his thigh in place, and with the other, I gently use my nails to scratch across his tightened balls.

“I’m coming.” I hear that loud and clear and smile when I taste the hot liquid squirting down my throat.

When I’ve finished swallowing him down, I pull him out of my mouth for some air, but Drew doesn’t let me stay like that for long. With his mouth still against my center, he laps, kisses, and eats me out until the most intense orgasm rips through my body.

I scream so loudly that I’m certain anyone walking outside this part of the building would have heard it, but I’m too lost in the feeling to really care.

With his mouth and fingers covered in my juices, Drew lets go of my thighs and drops down to the black mat beside the bench. “What the hell was that about?” he asks, staring at the ceiling as I look down at him.

“Just a little reminder to anyone trying to get into your tiny red shorts that you’re mine. I’m the only one who’s allowed a look at your crown jewels,” I say with an air of smugness.

There’s a pointed silence after my statement, and I sit up on my elbows to get a better look at him. Instead of smiling at the fact that I still have his taste in my mouth, he looks somber.

Drew narrows his eyes and studies me. “You did that because girls were flirting with me? Claiming me in private but not in public, again. You didn’t even dare to say something to Caroline while she outright flirted with me in front of you, but you’ll dothis? Sneak into a private gym and give me a blow job. Is that all this is?”

“Well, that sucked the mood right out of the room,” I try and joke, but Drew doesn’t bite. “I thought we’d agreed that we were going to keep this thing between us a secret.”

“For a while. It’s been over a month now, B. Isn’t that enough time for you to get used to it? It’s starting to feel like you’re only in this for sex, and as much as I like sex, I want more.”

There’s a pause in the conversation while I think about how I feel. Still sitting on the bench, wet as a sailor from his mouth, my orgasm has well and truly been sobered.

He has a point.

I want more from him than just his dick, and not staking my claim on him means it’s open season, and Drew’s a prime buck. I can’t keep watching stupidly hot girls hit on him. I’ll end up throat-punching one of them and getting expelled.

“You’re right.”

“I am?” He chuckles in surprise. “Never thought I’d hear those words coming out of your mouth.” Putting his shorts on, he grabs his shirt and looks around the room. “How did you get in here without any clothes?

“Take me out to dinner,” I say without thinking. “Not somewhere out of town like our first date, but maybe The GOAT on campus or something.”

“I’m not taking you to dinner at a sports bar.”

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “Then buy me a beer. Let’s go somewhere where people can see us. I want to show you off.”

When he finally finds my clothes stuffed in the corner, he looks up, a small smile playing on his lips. This is my olive branch, and he knows it.

“If you’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then let’s do this.”

Chapter 20

Drew

“I never thought I’d see the day.” Jacob whistles, tipping his beer toward me while I lean against the bar and watch a hockey game.

“What day’s that? The day you get drafted first round?”

He barks out a laugh, taking a swig of his drink. “Funny. You won’t be laughing when it’s your turn next year, hot shot. Heard Covey U drafted this new quarterback on their team. He looks like an elf fromThe Lord of the Ringsbut apparently has an arm like a missile.” He turns his attention to a group of our teammates, all gathered around the one girl I can’t stop thinking about and who has finally agreed to be seen with me. “She seems to be having a good time with a bunch of guys she apparently hates.”

Wearing a little black dress, Bella looks minuscule in my teammates’ presence. With her hair curled around the edges and dark eyeliner, she looks radiant, and my chest fills with pride watching her have a good time. “She never hated any of you. Only me, apparently.”

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