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CHAPTER 32

ZANDER

I’m used to my alarm going at 5:15 a.m., even on a Saturday. But when I’ve spent half the night awake with my woman, it feels fucking ungodly having the thing start buzzing.

Sienna moans, squirming beside me and burying her head in the pillow as I scramble to turn it off.

“What time is it?” she mumbles, shuffling her perfect ass against my thigh.

I roll toward her, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back against me. She’s such a perfect fit. I fucking love it.

Kissing her shoulder, I then rest my chin on her cheek and whisper, “Just after five. Sorry.” I wince. “It’s game day. I’ve got a lot of prep to do.”

“Game day,” she mumbles.

“But I can come back after the game.” I glide my hand down her perfect curves, loving the undulating path I’m taking, traveling her waist and hips, then dipping between her thighs so I can cup her pussy .

She groans, starting to wake up.

“What time is the game?” Her voice becomes more articulate as she rolls over to face me.

I gaze into those sleepy blue eyes. “It starts at twelve thirty.”

“Who are you playing?”

“The Kings.”

“Ooooo. Are they tough competition?”

I laugh. “Looking at their stats and the game reviews we’ve done… it should be an easy win.”

It’s hard not to sound just a little smug. Nolan U has never lost to the Kings, and we’re planning on keeping that streak alive today. An electric thrill runs through me as I start to get fired up for the game. I can’t wait to get out on that field.

“I hope you do.” Sienna smiles, laying her hand on my cheek and kissing me.

“Mmmm.” I breathe her in, my arm automatically coming around her waist so I can pull her flush against me.

She giggles into my mouth when I roll us over, finding a home between her legs and already growing hard.

Fuck. I hate that I’ve run out of condoms. I’m loading up today. I will be returning tonight fully prepared for my woman.

Threading my fingers into her hair, I kiss her soundly, my length getting harder by the second. It’s impossible not to.

Her smile grows. I can feel it forming against my lips. I love the playful gleam in her eyes when I lean back and she runs her hands down to my hips, then grabs my ass and gives it a firm squeeze .

I grind against her and her eyes flutter closed, her head tipping back as she lets out a delicious moan. I suck her neck, then kiss my way down to the hickey I marked her with last night. Circling my tongue around it, I then inch a little lower, sucking her right nipple until my alarm starts beeping again.

“Fuck,” I growl, moving back up the bed and switching it off. Glaring at my phone screen, I dip my head and do some quick calculations. “I really have to go.”

“I know.” She gives my ass a light slap. “Get up, Captain.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I groan, wishing I had time to go down on her. What I wouldn’t give to see that sweet body of hers break apart in ecstasy. It’d be the best way to start a day.

So start it that way tomorrow.

The thought makes me grin and I slowly rise, kissing her chin, her lips, the tip of her nose, her forehead, before reluctantly climbing off the bed. She giggles, and I mentally record the sound. I know it by heart already, but this one has a low, husky morning quality to it.

Getting dressed, I fumble around the dimly lit room until the only thing I’m hunting for is my shirt.

Sienna switches on the bedside lamp to help me out, and the second I spot her sitting there with nothing but a sheet draped over her waist, I’m jumping back on the bed. She flops down with a laugh as I kneel over her and kiss her slowly, massaging her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples and making her groan into my mouth.

“Fuck, I really have to go,” I murmur between kisses.

“I know.” Her fingers wrap around my neck and she keeps me in place, kissing me deeply before lightly pushing me away.

I get up with an irritated growl and fling clothes and bedding aside until I unearth my shirt.

Pulling it on, I try to stretch out the wrinkles but quickly give up. Who cares if it’s a creased mess? Shoving my Converse on, I gaze across the room at the impish look on my girlfriend’s face.

Fuck yeah, she’s my girlfriend again.

The thought has me diving back for the bed, and she giggles as I kiss her again.

“I really have to go.”

“I know.” She rises to her knees, squishing her tits against my chest. “I hope…” She trails her tongue along my jawline. “You…” She sucks my earlobe, sending a spike of pleasure straight down to my whining dick. “Have…” Her breath fans across my neck before she starts creating a hickey on my shoulder. “The best…” She lightly scrapes her teeth across my skin. “Day.”

My body’s in a needy frenzy when she finally pulls away, and I pull her onto my lap, the sheet tangling around her. I hold her close, caressing her naked back and kissing her like I’ve got all the time in the fucking world.

“You have to go,” she reminds me in a breathless whisper.

“I really have to go.” I keep kissing her.

“Zander.” She singsongs my name, and I laugh against her lips.

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Running my hands over her smooth skin one last time, I lift her off me and force myself to stand. “I’ll see you later, okay? ”

“Yeah.” She nods, her bright gaze so sweet it makes my chest tingle. “Have the best game.”

“I will.” I walk to the door, adjusting my outraged dick and begging it to soften up already.

You’re not getting any right now. Deal with it!

Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Sienna pulling on her pajama top. Her ass is still bare, and I linger to admire it while she hunts for a pair of underwear before slipping back into bed.

“I really have to go,” I murmur, locked in a trance as I watch my woman arrange the pillows.

“I know.” She nods, then points at me. “Go. You can’t be late.”

“I can’t be late,” I echo, walking back into the room to kiss her one last time.

She laughs, her tongue gliding against mine. “Zander, you gotta go.”

“I gotta go.” I cup the back of her head and kiss her deeply before forcing myself away from her.

I’m gonna be so fucking late if I don’t walk out the door right now.

“Go.” She giggles, pushing me away from her. “I love you. Now go.”

Standing beside the bed, I run my fingers gently down her cheek and whisper, “I love you.”

The smile she gives me is a light beam that charges me up.

Closing my eyes with a groan, I fight every instinct to jump back into bed and force myself out the door.

I’m just passing Zoey’s room when I hear her little squawk.

Wow, that’s early. Does she always wake at this time ?

I pop my head around the doorframe to spy on her, but she spots me. The nightlight highlights her adorable grin as she stands and starts jumping on her mattress. Her little fingers hold the edge of the crib, and who knew fingers could be so damn cute.

“Foobawl!” She holds out her hands, squeezing her fingers open and shut as she beckons me toward her.

“Hey, cowgirl.”

She giggles. “Up?”

“It’s not playtime.” I tap my watch. “It’s still nighttime. See?” I point to the window behind her. “It’s still dark outside.”

“Zoey wanna pay.”

“I know,” I whisper, leaning down to lightly kiss her cheek. “I have to go to football now, but I can play with you later.”

“You come back?”

“Yeah, I’m coming back.” I smile at her.

She grins at me, and my heart is undone.

“Zander Donohue.” A firm voice grabs my attention.

I whip around to find Sienna in Zoey’s doorway, her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. “You get your butt out that door right now. I will not be responsible for you being late.”

“Mommy!” Zoey squeals and starts jumping again.

I laugh, kissing Zoey’s cheek before walking for the door and brushing my lips across Sienna’s cheek too. “See you later, Sparks.”

“Yes, you will.” The burning desire in her eyes sets my insides on fire, and I lean down to kiss her one last time before she slaps my ass and orders me out of the house.

I’m running so fucking late by the time I get back to Football Frat. The guys are already piling out of the house, asking me where the hell I’ve been.

My smile gives me away, and I then have to put up with some serious razzing. Grady waits for me to grab my shit, and we head to the athletes’ food hall together. They always open early on game day and make sure we’re eating the exact food we need to get us through. The chefs are world-class, and we sit at those tables while I field a barrage of questions and gibes, shoveling food into my mouth and trying my best to get focused for the game ahead.