Page 45 of The First Play

With a drunken spin, I twirl twice before the hall starts filling with bodies and I’m forced to act like a normal person and walk to my next class when all I want to do is float.

CHAPTER 16

ZANDER

So, Coach yelled at my girl.

I wanted to throttle him. All she was doing was sitting in the stands watching our practice. What the hell is wrong with that?

I couldn’t stop glancing over to check on her. She’d wave and smile at me, and my stomach would bunch with anticipation. Her, all to myself, at Dad’s place. Holy fuck, it was going to be epic.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. As soon as he told me he was out of town for the night, I should have been all over that shit. Thank God I chased her down in the hallway.

She loves me.

The thought continues to sit pretty in my chest, even after Coach shouted at me to concentrate, then turned to the stands and started yelling, “You! Young lady! Get out of here! This is a closed practice!”

“What the fuck?” I tried to protest, but that just got me fifteen minutes of up-downs.

Sienna looked like she might cry as she scampered away, and I was about ready to maim the guy when I ran out of the locker room after practice and found her teeth chattering as she waited by my car.

“Shit. Are you okay?” I rub her arms, pulling her against me and trying to warm her up.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You should have waited in the library.”

“I didn’t want to miss a second of time with you.” She grins up at me, and I kiss the tip of her red nose. It’s an ice cube.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you warmed up.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and her blue eyes dance the way I love so much.

As soon as I start the engine, I get the heat pumping and direct every vent in Sienna’s direction. She rubs her hands together, her teeth still chattering as she struggles to defrost. Shit, she better not get sick. I will be so pissed with Coach if she gets a cold or something. The stands are way more sheltered than the parking lot. She should have been allowed to stay and watch me.

“You ready?” I ask, my stomach starting to jitter again as I reverse out of the parking spot.

“Noah covering for you?”

“Yep. And your parents?”

“They’re fine. They think I’m at Olivia’s place, and she’s agreed to cover for me as long as I tell her everything we get up to.” Her nose wrinkles. “Is that okay? If I do?”

I shrug, not really sure how to answer her. Girls love details, I know that much. With a soft snicker, I nod and murmur, “Just make me sound good.”

“That won’t be difficult.” She winks at me, and my insides turn to putty.

The anticipation in the car starts to build, this excited tension growing with each mile closer to Dad’s place. Neither of us can speak, and I have no idea what she’s thinking. My brain is running with diagrams and videos of all the ways I can please her. I want to make her orgasm the way she did for me. I want her to feel how epic it is to be touched by someone else that way. To be driven over the edge.

I press a little heavier on the gas as my mind fills with images of her heady moans. Will her limbs shake? Will her back arch? Shit, I can’t wait to find out.

The roads have been kind of icy after some heavy snow over the weekend, and as much as I want to speed, I force myself to ease off the gas so we can get there in one piece.

Pulling into Dad’s driveway, I cut the engine and swallow before turning to look at my girl.

“You ready?”

Her teeth brush over her bottom lip, her cheeks turning a pretty pink when she starts to grin. “Show me what you’ve got, Hot Lips.”

With a laugh, I shoulder my door open, then run around the car to make sure she doesn’t slip on the icy driveway.

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