Page 75 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

As soon as my last class finished, I rushed to Wily’s house, just like I did the day before.

I’m so glad it’s the weekend tomorrow and we can spend some decent time together.

This week has been hectic and stressful, trying to fit in classes and hospital visits, dealing with his parents, and then watching him try and adjust to this new, short-term living situation. I have to keep reminding him of that.

It’s short-term. Everything about this injury is short-term.

He’s been on my mind constantly. I know how hard it must have been getting updates about Zander doing the thing he was supposed to be doing.

He couldn’t even go along and support his friend from the stands, which is so sad, because they were so excited about going together.

When Zander called last night to check in on Wily, you could tell he was gutted that his friend wasn’t there with him.

At first, he tried to downplay how great it was, obviously worried about Wily’s feelings, but my boyfriend quickly told him off for that one, and Zander opened up.

Wily is so amazing. The way he celebrated Zander’s success just made me love him more.

And the sad look on his face after he hung up, the glassy-eyed, heartbreaking smile he gave me once the call was over… yeah, that made me fall even harder.

I stayed with him last night, sleeping on the couch in the living room. He wanted me on the bed beside him, but that’s not helping his knee heal, and he gets super uncomfortable throughout the night. I could hear the bed crinkling every time he shifted.

I can’t do too many nights on that couch myself, and it kills me that I’ll have to go back to my dorm again, but I have to get some decent sleep.

Not before seeing my man, though.

I’m out of breath and flushed by the time I reach Football Frat, but I don’t care how I must look as I rush up the stairs and push the door open.

“Hey, Coyote,” I call, wandering into the living room.

He’s on the couch, obviously waiting for me, his face lighting with a huge grin as I approach.

“Hey, baby.” Tugging on my coat, he pulls me down, his hungry kisses melting my brain.

I sink against his mouth, practically swooning over the arm of the couch when his tongue glides against mine and tells me everything I need to know.

He missed me today.

He loves it when I show up.

He loves me.

Because I’m fucking amazing.

I internally grin. Wily’s made me promise to look in the mirror every day and tell myself how great I am.

It’s a really weird exercise, but I’m sure it’ll get easier as time goes by.

And this morning when I looked at my reflection and said, “I really love what you’re wearing today.

You look good,” I actually believed myself.

Mom’s package arrived in the mail yesterday, and I squealed when I collected it this morning.

It’s a brand-new dress. This one was bought, not homemade, so it wasn’t quite as special, but I was so stoked.

It’s blue with white polka dots and has a V-neck that really suits my body shape.

It accentuates my waist and makes my boobs look pretty good too. I can’t wait for Wily to see it.

Reluctantly pulling out of the kiss, I straighten up and start unbuttoning my coat. “I want to show you something.”

“Oh yeah?” Wily’s eyes are bright with interest. The poor man is probably so bored, stuck in this house for the first week of recovery. He’s not allowed to really get out and about doing stuff until Monday, and he’s counting the days.

Slipping the coat off my shoulders, I then shed my wool cardigan before spinning to face him.

“What do you think?” I do a twirl in my new dress, loving the way the skirt flares out around my legs. “Mom sent it to me.”

I glance at his face, my insides tingling at the look of pure desire in his eyes.

“You are fire, baby,” he whispers, beckoning me with his fingers.

Skipping forward, I take his hand, then giggle when he pulls me onto his lap .

He grunts, and I quickly lurch up in his arms. “Your knee.”

I try to scramble off his lap, but he holds me tight, shifting my body and rearranging my legs until I’m straddling his lap. He pulls me forward so I’m not putting any pressure on his legs, all of my weight tucked against his hips and pelvis.

“Is this okay?” I carefully drape my arms over his shoulders. “It doesn’t hurt?”

“I’m good, baby.” Trailing his hands up my legs, he finds a perch on my hips and gives them a gentle squeeze. “The things I want to do to you right now.” He tips his hips, and I can’t help grinding against him before I come to my senses.

“Not this week.”

“I could just sit here, and you could do all the work.” He gives me a hopeful smile.

I laugh. “We’re not doing anything to aggravate your injury. You’ll just have to wait.”

He groans, tipping his head back.

I smile, leaning down to press my lips against his Adam’s apple. “It’s okay, Coyote. You can have me again soon.”

His hands run up my back, curving over my shoulders before he nudges me back so he can cup my breasts.

Damn, he feels so good.

His hooded gaze is turning my insides to liquid fire, and it’s taking maximum effort not to ignore all the doctor’s instructions and just ride him anyway.

“You know what I want to do with this body right now?” His eyes travel over me as he runs a finger down the line of my V-neck .

“I think you’re about to tell me.” I grin, biting my lip in excited anticipation.

His mouth twitches, and then he goes on to describe it in great detail.

“I want to unbutton this dress.” He touches each of the white buttons down my front.

“Then kiss this luscious neck.” He skims his fingers lightly around my throat before running his knuckle down past my collarbone and in between my breasts.

My insides thrum. This is a sweet kind of torture, knowing we can’t go there just yet, but oh man, when we can…

He keeps going, telling me how he’ll unclasp my bra and suck my nipples.

“I love your tits, baby. You have the best tits in the world.” He squeezes them again before detailing how he’ll explore every inch of my skin with his tongue.

By the time he gets to the bottom half of my body, I’m horny as anything, and I practically come when he tells me how deep he wants to plunge inside me.

His words are liquid honey, coating my quivering heart and trembling soul.

Leaning forward, he whispers in my ear, “And I’m gonna keep thrusting and plunging and taking you to the edge, baby.”

I grip the back of his neck, closing my eyes and pressing my hips against the hard length in his pants.

Holy shit, I’m so hot right now, there’s a chance I’m gonna actually come.

“You’ll be whimpering beneath me, and it’ll feel so good having your warm pussy wrapped around my cock. I’m gonna lose my mind.” His breath is soft against my ear, and I let out a shaky whimper .

“And then I’m gonna come inside you until I’m completely spent, and that pussy of yours is gonna be singing my name.”

“It already is.” I close my eyes, gripping the back of his neck and letting out another uncontrolled whimper.

Grabbing my ass, he shunts me forward, rocking his hips against mine in slow, erotic thrusts until I’m starting to shake from head to toe.

“Baby,” I whimper in his ear, barely able to control this energy firing through me.

“Come for me, Satch. I want you to come on my lap.”

Pressing a kiss to my jaw, he trails his lips down to my neck, tenderly sucking my skin. I’m so close, I’m basically weeping against him, and when his fingers inch around my thigh and he wriggles them under my dress, my insides start to flail.

The pads of his fingers take a smooth, delicate ride up my thighs, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through me. When his thumb brushes my clit through my underwear, I’m gone.

Two soft circles of pressure and I fall apart in his arms, crying out as my body jerks above him. I clutch the back of his neck, riding the erotic wave with little pants against his cheek.

“That’s my girl,” he croons, shifting his hand and pulling me flush against him so I can grind on the shaft in his pants and finish out the rest of my orgasm.

Holy shit, this man blows my mind.

I cling to him, shaking from head to toe, loving his hard length pressed against my delicate center and the way his large hands travel up my back before holding me tight .

I want to immediately return the orgasm favor and am about to tell him that. But my chance gets stolen when the front door flicks open, then shuts with a loud bang.

Gasping, I bulge my eyes at Wily, but he just grins back at me, obviously finding the fact that we’re about to get caught hilarious.

I clutch his shoulders. I should really get off him, but then whoever just walked in will see his erection and?—

“Okay.” Grady’s dry tone fills the room. “Really, guys?”

“What?” Wily laughs when I groan and hide my face behind his neck. He cups the back of my head, gently stroking my hair. “This room doesn’t have a door. What am I supposed to do here?”

“We’re hanging a curtain,” Grady grumbles, thumping up the stairs. “We’re hanging a fucking curtain!”

Wily snickers and I lean back, giving him a guilty wince.

“Stop.” He kisses me before I can say anything. “That was hot, baby.”

“It was,” I have to admit, my skin scorching pink. My cheeks must be neon right now.

Wily tucks my hair back behind my ear. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

I glance up, drinking in his expression and knowing he means it. I smile back at him, hopefully reflecting the same admiration. “I love you, Wily Wilson.”

Emotion rockets through me when that smile I love so freaking much lights his entire face.

“Life’s gonna be awesome with you,” he whispers. “No matter what I end up doing, where I end up playing football and whatever comes next after that… if you’re there, I’m gonna be happy. I just know I am.”

My heart melts, stealing my voice and making me want to cry those happy tears you see in emotional rom-com movies.

Who would have thought that a nerd like me could fall for a big, strong jock?

But I did.

I fell fast and hard, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna keep falling for a long while yet.

Cupping the back of his head, I lean forward and press my lips to his. This isn’t a hungry, “I want to rip your clothes off” kiss. This one is gentle, filled with unspoken promises I have no intention of breaking.

His arms curl around my back again, and he fuses our bodies together.

This is how it’s gonna be.

Me and Wily… together forever.

I just know it.