Chapter 151
Aiden
I was so fucking proud of him I could’ve burst. My boy had lit up the
field, carried the team on his back, and walked out of that stadium
like a god. And then, of course, the first thing I wanted to do was
shove Lexie Hart down the stairs for getting too close to him
afterward. Not that I would, obviously–we needed all our
cheerleaders in one piece. Still, the fantasy was there.
Then came the talk with William, with all the sly little hints about
“future opportunities” that I was so sure he would make… The way he
looked at Noah like he was a prize colt he could buy and parade
around made my teeth ache. And knowing Noah was off at their wild
after–game party while I was expected to play nice with boosters and
board members? Not exactly my idea of a good night.
But fine. Let them have their fun. Let William play the generous
patron and Lexie cling to him like she owned a piece of him. Because
tomorrow, Noah was all mine. And I had news that was going to blow
that pretty head of his wide open.
My phone buzzed at one in the morning, I squinted at the screen,
already expecting some boring admin crap. Instead:
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Noah:
Hiiiii. Whatcha doiiiing?
I raised a brow. Oh my God.
In bed. What are YOU doing?
The reply came fast. A photo. My pulse jumped. His cock, hard in his
hand, veins popping, his grip tight enough to make my own dick
twitch in sympathy.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” I muttered, heart hammering.
Where are you? And are you drunk?
I’m in the bathroom at the party… And noooo I’ve only had 2 beers.
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Well, you better remove that hand from your cock unless you’re
pissing.
There was a pause. Then-
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Can we have video sex? I was a good boy today…
I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips even as heat rushed
straight south. Jesus, he was killing me.
You were a good boy. I texted back, grin stretching wider. And
tomorrow, after your punishment, I’ll give you your reward.
I’m not sure how to feel about that…
A second later:
I’m bored. What do I do?
I stared at the ceiling, biting back a laugh.
It’s 1 a.m., Noah. School night. GO HOME.
Friday evening couldn’t come fast enough. Apart from Noah’s quick
visit during lunch break–where he poked his head into my office just
long enough for me to tell him, “Pack a couple nice outfits for the
weekend“-the whole day felt like an annoying blur.
Meetings dragged on forever. I sat through Daniels‘ endless debates
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about substitution strategies and the dean’s dry–as–dirt updates
about budgets and academic compliance, all while staring at the clock
like a kid in detention. By the time I escaped the conference room, my
head hurt worse than a hangover.
Practice wasn’t much better. The boys showed up running on fumes,
half of them still looking glassy–eyed from the party. Their throws
were sloppy, footwork lazy, and I wasn’t about to waste my voice
screaming at zombies. After the usual warm–ups, I called it.
“Pads off. Everyone grab a seat.”
I wheeled in the film projector and queued up last night’s game.
“Congratulations, you won,” I said proudly. “Now watch yourselves
and tell me where you almost blew it.”
For the next hour we replayed drive after drive, pausing at key
moments. I pointed out the blitz pickup our line had nearly botched,
the sloppy coverage that should’ve cost us a touchdown, the pass that
only worked because Noah had been fast enough to improvise.
“That’s not genius, that’s desperation,” I snapped, even though
inside, I’d wanted to grin at how goddamn smooth he’d looked
pulling it off.
We dissected routes, timing, ball placement, all of it. “See this? That
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linebacker read your hips like a fucking children’s book. Fix it. You
don’t get that lucky twice.” I hammered them with corrections, then
flipped the script to show where they’d nailed it–sharp coverage,
strong blocks, plays that worked exactly as drawn. Their energy
perked back up when they got to praise each other’s highlights.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
