Chapter 125
Noah
First week of college–done. Sort of. My new schedule was a mess, classes stacked like someone was trying to punish me, but hey, I was – surviving. Barely. Aiden made sure of that by assigning me a tutor. A tutor. Like I was twelve. Okay, maybe I did need one, but still.
Between classes, the weight room, and practice, I’d hardly seen him outside of the field. Which sucked–the only thing that did, literally, because I hadn’t been able to suck him since the donor dinner, and believe me, I’d tried. Stayed behind after practice a couple of times, dragging my feet in the showers just in case he decided to “check in.” Nope. Offered between classes-“Coach, your office has a lock, and only three people have the key, so… what would be the odds, right?” He didn’t even blink. Just gave me that look and said, “Focus, Blake.”
Focus, my ass. My balls were about ready to explode. I hadn’t even jerked off since that night. Some insane sense of… loyalty? Obedience? Masochism? Yeah, probably all of the above.
Meanwhile, classmates weren’t shy. More than one girl offered to “help me catch up.” With studying. Sure. One even said she could help me “relax.” I smiled, shook my head, muttered something about being busy, and bolted.
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Goodness… girls these days.
And the worst part? I actually wanted it. Not with them. With him. I’d never been so eager in my life to get on my knees and choke on someone’s cock. I knew how pathetic that sounded, but hell–it was
true.
Practice was the only place I saw him. Brutal, as usual. Every drill felt like war, every whistle like a bullet. He pushed us to the edge, like the first game wasn’t just important; it was life or death. And maybe for
him, it was.
But if you asked me? We were ready. More than ready.
#4##
All that cockiness and self–confidence went out the window by Friday. First game of the season. First time under the lights with people watching, waiting to see if we were the real deal or just another disappointment. I could tell we were all nervous–guys pacing, bouncing their knees, talking too fast–but underneath, we were buzzing, practically vibrating.
Me? I was ready to go, full of energy, but my stomach was flipping like it was auditioning for the Olympics. A lot of my future depended on tonight. I didn’t just have to play well–I had to shine. Like a
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goddamn lightbulb.
Aiden stood at the center of the locker room, suit coat off, sleeves rolled to his forearms, eyes hard as steel. When he raised his voice,
the whole room stilled.
“Here we go, team!” he barked, pacing the circle. “This is where it starts. Tonight is the beginning of our unstoppable race to the championship, and we’re gonna start strong. No more talk. No more doubts. You’ve put in the hours, the sweat, the pain—and now it’s time to take what’s yours. Out there, on that field.”
The room roared, helmets thudding against shoulders, hands slapping
backs.
“We’re not just gonna play,” Aiden snarled, pointing at us one by one. “We’re gonna crush. We’re gonna rip right through Eastfield’s defense like it’s paper, because they don’t know what’s coming. They don’t know you. But after tonight–they will. And they’ll remember.”
“Hell yeah!” someone yelled. The noise hit a fever pitch.
“Let’s go!” Miguel shouted, pumping his fist.
We slammed together, locking arms, shouting, jumping, the chant rising and echoing through the walls until it felt like the whole damn
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building shook.
Then Aiden stepped back, voice dropping into something lower, more dangerous. “Play like men who refuse to lose. Leave nothing behind. Do it for yourselves, do it for each other.” His eyes locked on mine for half a beat too long, like he was daring me to forget it.
When he moved aside, our captain, Jace Kenzie, stepped up. Pads creaking, helmet under his arm, voice booming.
“You heard Coach!” Jace shouted. “They’ve got speed, they’ve got a decent QB, but they’ve got holes everywhere! Their secondary is weak, their left tackle can’t keep his ass planted, and their linebackers play scared if you hit them hard enough. We’re not just
better–we’re hungrier!”
“Yeah!” the team roared.
“We’re gonna hit ‘em, we’re gonna break ‘em, and by the end of the night, they’ll be begging for the clock to run out!” Jace slammed his helmet on, face set like stone. “Now let’s show these bastards who we
are!”
The chant rose again, louder, fiercer, our circle pulsing like a
heartbeat.
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And me? I should’ve been listening. I should’ve been soaking it in,
feeling that fire.
Instead, my eyes tracked Aiden as he slipped toward his office door,
quiet as a shadow.
Nobody noticed me slipping out of the circle. Not with Jace shouting` stats and weaknesses, his voice rattling the lockers.
But I noticed.
And I followed.
I slipped into Aiden’s office, shut the door behind me, and dropped my helmet on his desk with a thud.
He looked up from whatever he was pretending to focus on, brows pulling tight. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just nerves, you know? First game.” My voice came out too casual. Too light. I turned the lock with a click that made him stiffen. “Figured I needed a little… encouragement.”
His eyes narrowed. “Noah, what are you doing? This is not the time- He started toward me, already in lecture mode.
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I didn’t let him finish. I crashed into him, kissing him so hard his
words died against my mouth.
For a second, he resisted. For a second, I thought he’d shove me back,
throw me out, call me insane.
But then his hands grabbed me, hard, shoving me against the wall. And just like that, he was kissing me back–hungry, furious, devouring. My fingers curled in his shirt, pulling, yanking, not caring if it wrinkled or tore. His mouth tasted like mint and control slipping.
The sounds outside got louder–the team shouting, boots stomping, the chant spilling down the hall. My pulse spiked. They were leaving. Any second, someone could notice we were gone. Any second, someone could try this door.
Aiden broke the kiss, breathing hard, his eyes locked on my swollen lips like he didn’t know if he wanted to kiss me again or kill me. “You are crazy, Noah. People will notice-”
“Then let them,” I smirked, grabbing my helmet, sliding it on until my face disappeared behind the visor. I popped the chin strap into place, hiding every trace of what we’d just done.
“See you out there, Coach,” I muttered, pulling the door open.
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Helmet snug on my head, I ran out with the team, the stadium lights
blazing down, the roar of the crowd shaking the ground under my
cleats. My lips still tingled from Aiden’s kiss, hidden beneath the facemask, a secret pressed against my skin. Nobody could see it.
Nobody knew.
But as the chants rattled the bleachers and the noise swallowed me whole, I had the strangest feeling–like someone out there did.
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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.
