His words make me blush, and I attempt to withdraw my feet, but he calmly keeps them in place. I send him a glare, but he doesn't back down. Not at all. Zane's fingers dig into my sole, and I find myself relaxing against the pillow, wishing he would focus on my pussy instead. I can't believe it's b
Shirley My hands grip the hem of my pants, but I find myself unable to remove them under Zane's curious gaze. He scans my body with a sort of lazy perusal designed to awake butterflies. "Could you please look away as I undress? You're making me nervous by staring at me." I glare up at him, and Zan
"Scare you?" I snort at that. "Am I supposed to believe big, bad Zane Jackson is easily frightened?" His eyes narrow while I leer up at him. My naked breasts are pressing into his hot skin, and water is going between them, raining over my stomach. Zane isn't saying a word, and I'm absentmindedly st
Shirley I can barely breathe, too hyperaware of the hot man standing behind me. Every heartbeat, every breath; I can sense it all. "I asked you a question," Zane murmurs, but his tone tells me he isn't in a rush. He knows what he does to me, and his large hands are stroking my skin but not quite g
"Cute." Zane leans forward, licking me again, and knitting his eyes together. He is doing it slower than ever—the fucking tease. When he leans back, he is smirking. "Ask me again, nicer this time." "No." Smiling, he bends forward and nips at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I yelp in sur
Zane I'm toweling myself, aware of Shirley's eyes sticking to my body like glue. They are widening by the second, colored in a lovely shade of green. Emeralds that reflect something like horror or mortification. I frown. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I preferred it when she was drooling,
Shirley I open the door, expecting to see Dela, but instead, it's both Dela and my sister Gina standing outside. "Yo!" Dela grimaces at me and pulls at her sleeve. "She wouldn't leave no matter what I told her, and—" "SO IT'S TRUE THAT YOU ARE LIVING WITH MY HUSBAND, YOU FUCKING SLUT?!" I stagg
"Yes?" Dela freezes, and her backpack tumbles. She must have packed a ton of stuff because it's enormous. "Did you say anything?" "I did..." Zane grins. "I was going to say you can stay for as long as you want, seeing you've already packed for the Siberian winter." Dela snorts. "Well, thank you."
"You're doing great," Lynn tells me, and my chest swells when she looks at me with proud eyes. Her hand touches mine, and her lips curl into a sweet, adorable smile. "I know that you will be drafted. You train like an idiot, and football is the only thing on your mind, except for maybe some fishing.
Isaac It's been two months since Lynn and I started dating. Things have been going great. She comes to my football games, gets along with my mom, and I'm just constantly floating on pink clouds. But today, I can't make my stomach stop churning. I'm about to have dinner with Lynn and her parents.
Eventually, I wet my lips. "Can I... Can I hug you?" Isaac breaks out into a smile. "Of course." I don't waste a second. I push away the tray and launch myself at Isaac, who laughs in surprise when I tackle him to his back. I can't help it. I like him so much and immediately squeeze him in a bear
Lynn I don't know what to say when Isaac walks into the room. I know we both like each other now, but what do I tell him? How do I get into that topic? Do I say nothing at all and let him talk? My nerves are all over the place, and so are my thoughts. A shadow moves over me, and then Isaac stands
Lynn I wake up with a terrible headache and groan. "I'm never drinking alcohol ever again!" A snicker comes from above me, and I see Isaac's face when I open my eyes. We are lying in a bed together, and I'm nestled to his side, head resting between his pectoral muscle and muscular arm. "Good mor
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting