Page 35 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

WILY

So, my spank bank is usually filled by porn videos or reliving a particularly spicy encounter. But when I got home from my date with Satch, it was absolutely necessary to lock my bedroom door and have myself a session.

And the only thing on my mind was Satch’s luscious body. I couldn’t help mentally peeling off her clothes and picturing what was underneath. My fantasies of her cries of pleasure as I made her come had me pumping my dick like a piston.

I’m still thinking about those curves of hers as I stand on the football field, trying to concentrate on practice. All I can do is picture us standing in the center, dancing to her sweet tunes, then what it would have been like to lay her down on that picnic blanket and…

Oh shit, I want to make her come.

I want her to experience every good thing sex has to offer.

But I didn’t take that chance.

It’s too soon for her. I know it is .

She’s only had one decent make-out session.

And holy fuck, it was hot!

Her tongue is crazy fine, and I couldn’t pull away from her.

I thought about it a bunch of times as we were standing in that snow, her feet no doubt starting to freeze the way mine were.

But I just couldn’t do it.

Every time I went to pull away, my body cried out in protest, so I stayed put, held her a little tighter, enjoyed the feel of her sexy tits squished against my chest.

Oh fuck, I want to see those beauties. I want to hold them. Kiss them. Claim them as my own.

But I can’t go doing that shit just yet.

She’s not ready.

The selfish part of me hopes she comes around fast, but I will not be pressuring her.

I’ve never made a girl feel like she has to give in and sleep with me.

At least I hope I never have. Usually, it’s them jumping all over me.

And Satch was into those kisses, I could tell.

But if I’d taken it further, how would she have reacted?

It’s got to be different with her because she’s special.

Shit, I didn’t even see it at first.

But all those hours we spent together working on that assignment and studying… she must have just been chipping away at me, burrowing deep until I’m the guy who wants to take her out for picnics and dance with her in the snow.

My lips twitch. It was like a rom-com last night, and I loved every second of it.

“Heads up!” I hear a shout just before I get hit in the arm by a flying football. “Shit, Wily! Where are you today?”

“Sorry!” I raise my arm in apology to Grady and collect the ball off the field.

He shakes his head at me and jogs over. “Are you good, man?”

“Yeah, just… distracted.”

His eyebrows wrinkle. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head .

Just thinking about a girl.

Like I can admit that to him. A month or so ago, probably. He was still living in Loved-Up Land then. But I can’t go talking about the immense crush I have on my tutor. I don’t want to make him feel bad.

Squeezing his shoulder, I give him another silent apology before throwing the football up. “I’m good, Flash. I swear.”

He gives me a skeptical frown, catching the ball and flicking it between his hands. “Scouting Combine’s gonna be here before you know it.”

The look in his dark brown eyes is hard to read, but I can’t help wondering if he’s really not looking forward to it. Not because he doesn’t want us to do great, but because he’s gonna miss his friends next year.

He and Zander are tight, and Grady’s still got one more year before he graduates.

Football Frat is gonna be so different, and I bet Grady’s worried about who’ll be coming in to replace Zander, Tyrell, and me.

He looks away and mutters, “Just want to make sure you’re focused and prepared.”

“I will be.” I nod, slapping his back before he takes off for his area of the field. I have no idea why he even threw the ball at me in the first place.

Probably because he could see you weren’t focused.

Shit, that’s so Grady. He’s always keeping an eye out for us, doing little things to get us back on track.

I watch him run to Carson and have a quick chat before breaking into their next exercise.

“Let’s go!” The offensive coach blows his whistle, and I spin back toward Tyrell and the other linemen, catching up with the drill they’re doing.

Crouching down, I let out a soft hiss, my knee catching for a second before I shake it out and reset.

I’ve got to get my head back into this thing and stop thinking about a curvy brunette who felt so fucking good in my arms.

I never knew I’d be into a girl like her, but she’s taking me out faster than I can counter… and I’m happy to let that happen.

At least I think I am.

Worry about how this shift in the relationship might change our tutoring sessions, and my ability to graduate, starts eating away at me, the thought coming out of the fucking blue and killing the happy buzz that’s been keeping me going all day.

Fuck.

By the time practice is over, I’ve set up camp in the “maybe this is a bad idea” zone. I hate that zone, but I’ve got to be logical about this, right?

A whole lot of sweat and exertion is starting to clear the romantic fog I’ve been living in all day. My aching body is reminding me why I’m really here and what my ultimate goal is .

Standing in the shower, I rinse off the winter dirt and scrub my body clean.

Shit. Maybe we shouldn’t be aiming for a second date.

And I definitely shouldn’t be sleeping with her.

Now’s my chance to gently shift things into the friend zone, right? Because who am I kidding?

I’m not gonna be able to sit beside her and concentrate on anything she’s saying if my horny body is raging for another taste of her.

And that’s not the only thing I should be considering here.

In April I’ll be drafted, and as soon as graduation’s over, I’ll be off. Satch still has two more years at Nolan after that. Will we just break up? Or do we try some long-distance thing? Am I even capable of that?

Disappointment scorches me as I soap under my pits, then rinse the shampoo out of my hair.

Fuck. I’m gonna have to friend-zone this situation.

I really don’t want to, but it’s the right thing to do.

No more dates and making out.

I just need to stay focused on passing my classes this semester, graduating, and then following my football dreams.

By the time I’m done washing, I’m in a foul mood and miss half the chatter in the locker room. I towel off as fast as I can and get dressed, needing to get out of here. I need some space and quiet so I can figure out how to tell Satch that I can’t take things further.

Fuck!

This sucks.

Snatching my phone, I spot an email notification and sit down to clear it only to read the message and then jump back up with a loud whoop.

“Holy shit.” Carson flinches, shoving my shoulder for scaring him.

I laugh and shove him back. “Sorry, man, but I’ve got to celebrate.”

“Why?” He frowns at me.

“I just got an A-. A fucking A-!” I holler.

The guys around me stop what they’re doing to snicker and grin at my ridiculous happy dance.

“Did you hear that? An A-! And it’s all my own work! I did that shit! Me!”

“Good job.” Zander laughs, lightly punching my arm while Grady gives me a proud smile and Tyrell applauds me.

“Glad the new tutor’s working out, man.”

I nod, my chest near bursting as I text Satch without thinking.

She gets back to me before I’ve finished packing up my stuff.

Satch: That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! Do you want to come over and we can look through his comments? The paper should be up on the student portal.

I stare at her words, my doubts from the shower niggling at me, but like hell I’m not going over there.

It’s for tutoring, right?

It’s all good.

I bolt out of the locker room, not even saying goodbye to my buddies. It’s unlike me, but I’m on a mission. I have to see Pilscher’s comments, and I have to thank Satch in person.

She made this happen for me.

Her.

The girl with the beautiful eyes and the gorgeous face.

The girl who danced with me in the snow and?—

Fuck. I’m getting all mushy again.

Shit. I don’t know how I’m supposed to navigate this, but as I punch out of the parking lot, I’m driving faster than I normally would, and it’s all because of her.