Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Aiden

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I was bursting with pride for him—proud enough to shout it from the rooftops. My boy had absolutely dominated the field, carrying the entire team on his shoulders, striding out of that stadium with the confidence of a god. And, naturally, the first thing that crossed my mind was to shove Lexie Hart down the stairs for getting way too close to him afterward. Not that I actually would—no need to lose one of our biggest supporters—but the thought alone made me smirk.

Then came the conversation with William, loaded with those sly, almost smug hints about “future opportunities” that I knew he’d try to leverage. The way William looked at Noah—as if he were some prized colt to buy and show off—made my jaw clench. And knowing that Noah was off at their wild after-game party while I was stuck playing nice with boosters and board members? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t how I pictured my evening.

But whatever. Let them have their fun. Let William play the generous benefactor and Lexie cling to him like she owned a piece of him. Because tomorrow, Noah would be mine. And I had some news that was going to blow his pretty little head wide open.

At one in the morning, my phone buzzed. I squinted at the screen, expecting some boring admin message. Instead, it was Noah:

Noah:

Hiiiii. Whatcha doiiiing?

I raised an eyebrow. Oh, God.

In bed. What about you?

His reply came almost instantly—a photo. My heart skipped a beat. It was a picture of his cock, hard and veiny, his hand wrapped tightly around it, making my own dick twitch in sympathy.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” I muttered, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Where are you? And are you drunk?

I’m in the bathroom at the party… And nooo, only had two beers.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my cool.

Well, you better take that hand off your cock unless you’re peeing.

There was a pause, then—

Can we have video sex? I was a good boy today…

Friday evening couldn’t come soon enough. Aside from Noah’s brief visit during lunch—where he poked his head into my office just long enough for me to say, “Pack a couple nice outfits for the weekend”—the whole day dragged on in a haze of irritation.

Meetings seemed to stretch on endlessly. I endured Daniels’ nonstop debates about substitution strategies and the dean’s dry-as-dust updates on budgets and academic compliance, all while watching the clock like a kid stuck in detention. By the time I finally escaped the conference room, my head was pounding worse than after a night out.

Practice wasn’t much better. The boys showed up running on fumes, half of them still looking glazed over from the party. Their throws were sloppy, footwork lazy, and I wasn’t about to waste my breath yelling 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 footage.

“Congrats, you won,” I said, pride thick in my voice. “Now watch yourselves and tell me where you nearly blew it.”

For the next hour, we dissected drive after drive, pausing at critical moments. I pointed out the blitz pickups our line almost missed, the sloppy coverage that should’ve cost us a touchdown, and the pass that only worked because Noah had been quick enough to improvise. “That’s not genius, that’s desperation,” I snapped, though inside I wanted to grin at how damn smooth he’d been pulling it off.

We broke down routes, timing, ball placement—every detail. “See this? That linebacker read your hips like a damn children’s book. Fix it. You don’t get that lucky twice.” I hammered them with corrections, then flipped the tape to highlight where they’d nailed it—sharp coverage, strong blocks, plays executed exactly as drawn. Their energy picked up when they got to praise each other’s highlights.

The room buzzed with renewed focus and determination, a reminder why I loved this job despite the chaos. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, and I was ready to make sure Noah was ready for it too.