Page 14 of Topping the Jock
He shook his head. “I… I can’t trust you.”
The door to the teacher’s lounge opened, startling us both.
“Good morning,” the woman said, greeting us with a smile. I recognized her face from the faculty meeting, but I couldn’t recall her name. She looked at Quinn. “Excited for the school year? You’re teaching AP classes this semester, right?”
“Yes,” Quinn answered, tearing his eyes off me to look at her.
As they talked, I left the lounge and walked toward the health classroom. The blinds were shut, so I flipped them open to let some natural light into the room. For once, it was actually sunny outside. I sorted the pages I’d copied and made sure they were ready for when class started. The first bell rang, and students filed into the room and took their seats, many of them still half-asleep.
I couldn’t explain how or why, but something made me look over at the open door that led into the busy hallway.
Quinn walked past, the smile on his face fading when our eyes met. As if something had made him look my way too. In an instant, he passed my classroom and was out of sight. But the effects of his presence lingered in my chest. Making my pulse quicken and my heart beat faster.
The ringing of the tardy bell snapped me out of my head, and I greeted my class before passing out the food graph.
“Today, we’re starting the chapter on nutrition,” I explained, once back in front of the room. “Can anyone tell me the main food groups?”
As the day drew on, I caught myself occasionally thinking of Quinn. Okay, more than occasionally. Between classes, I’d hear him speaking with students in the hall and my heart would beat like crazy. At lunch, we passed each other on the way to the cafeteria, and every hair on my body seemed to stand on end, as if some kind of weird magnetic force came into play when around him.
The rest of the week was just as bad. We didn’t say another word to each other, but as the days passed, my attraction to him only got worse. He didn’t help matters any when he showed up on Friday in a button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, showing off his sexy forearms, and wearing slacks that clung to his ass in all the right ways.
I practically panted after him.
What was my deal? I had crushed on the guy back in high school, and being around him again had brought forward all that pent-up desire. I was a walking hard-on. Maybe it’d been too long since I’d been laid. The move had put a damper on my bedroom game, and I was out of practice big-time.
Yeah. That had to be it.
Whatever the reason, I decided it was best if I stayed away from Quinn Beck. He hated me enough as it was. And imagining myself humping him each time our eyes met from across the room wasn’t healthy. For me or for him. Because the longer I went without satiating that lust, the bigger chance there was of me accidentally shoving him against a wall and fucking his brains out—or a locker, I thought with a smile before quickly pushing the image from my head.
For the last class period that Friday, I met the football team in the weight room. They stretched before I made them carry the foam step-hurdles we used to workout with into the athletic hallway. They formed a line and took off jogging one by one, jumping over the hurdles before doing quick side steps over them for the second run-through.
Once school let out, they hit the locker room and changed into their uniforms before meeting me outside on the practice field. We mainly worked on defensive drills that afternoon, and by the end of practice, the boys were out of breath and covered in sweat and grass stains.
“Good practice today, guys,” I said, clapping them on the back as they ran past me.
“Thanks, Coach!” Dean said, taking off his helmet. His blond hair was clumped with sweat, but his eyes were bright. Excited. He dashed to the locker room to join the others. He’d worked his ass off that week, being a true leader on the field.
I waited for all the boys to leave before getting in my truck. A flash of silver caught my eye, and I looked to see Quinn backing out of the parking spot two spaces down from me.
Our gazes locked, and just like every other time that week when it’d happened, my body heated. He averted his eyes to the road and put his car in drive before leaving the parking lot. I stared after him a second, feeling several emotions at once. Guilt for how I’d treated him in the past. Hope that he’d eventually forgive me. But mostly, I was confused.
I couldn’t get him out of my head.
To switch things up for dinner, I forewent the sushi and got a meatball sub instead before driving home and eating alone. God, I was always alone those days. The shit was… well, lonely. To combat the quiet house, I turned on the TV for background noise. As I shoved the sandwich in my mouth, my lips stretching around the bread and meat, I thought of how great it’d be to have a different kind of footlong pushing into my mouth.
How big was Quinn’s dick?
I tossed the sandwich back on my plate and stared down at it in disappointment. I knew things were bad when I fantasized about sandwiches being big, thick, juicy cocks.
Fuck my life.
Why did I have the hots for the one guy who wanted nothing to do with me?
My arm got a nice workout that night as I jerked off to the thought of Quinn on his knees and me fucking him from behind. I imagined him arching his back, sweat dripping down his spine as I grabbed a handful of his sandy-brown hair and pounded his ass.
It would’ve been easy to find someone to warm my bed that Friday night, but I wasn’t in the mood to seek it out. Maybe because I wanted Quinn to be the one to warm my bed… and anyone else just fell kind of short compared to him. Which made no sense given the fact he couldn’t even look at me without scowling.
And god, what an adorable scowl he had.
