The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

ZANE

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“You looked so hot out there, baby,” Maya purred, grinding her tight little ass back against my growing bulge.

We were in the middle of Tyler’s massive backyard, his parents were out of town, so the entire football team, cheer squad, and half the senior class had taken over the mansion for the victory party. Music pounded from the outdoor speakers. Red Solo cups littered every surface. People were laughing, shouting, drunk off the win and cheap beer.

I sat on one of the big outdoor couches with Maya straddling my lap, her short cheer skirt riding up her thighs. She kissed along my jaw, lips glossy and eager:

I smirked, one hand sliding down to grip her ass. “We fucking destroyed them tonight.”

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guys around us cheered loudly, still hyped from the game. Bottles clinked. Someone splashed beer. The energy was electric.

I kissed Maya hard, tongue sliding into her mouth, letting her moan into me while my teammates whooped. She tasted like cherry lip gloss and vodka. I gripped her tighter, pulling her closer, smug as hell.

But the second I closed my eyes…

I saw her.

Astra.

Curvy as fuck in that oversized black Harrington hoodie that still somehow clung to her full tits and soft stomach. Those tight leggings hugging every thick inch of her thighs and that plump, juicy ass I couldn’t stop thinking about. Messy blonde hair. Glasses slightly fogged from the cold night air. Biting her lip while she looked up at me after I caught her on the field.

Fuck.

My cock throbbed painfully hard against Maya’s ass.

She moaned louder, thinking it was all for her. “Mmm, baby… you’re so hard already.”

I growled against her mouth, trying to focus on the girl actually on top of me. The one who was hot, willing, and didn’t make me feel like I was losing my goddamn mind.

But the image of Astra wouldn’t leave.

The way her body felt when I caught her yesterday, soft, warm, trembling. Those thick thighs and that plush ass. The way she’d looked at me like she both hated and wanted me.

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barely concentrated during the game. I had to adjust my cup multiple times in the huddle so the guys wouldn’t notice I was half–hard thinking about the girl on the sidelines.

Maya rocked against me again. “Baby… let’s go upstairs, I want to feel you inside me. Right now.”

1 opened my eyes.

The party was still raging around us, loud, chaotic, victorious.

I stood up abruptly, lifting Maya with me effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around my waist, giggling as the team catcalled and cheered.

“Get it, Ashton!”

“Captain’s getting his reward!”

I carried her through the crowd and up the stairs to one of the guest bedrooms, kicking the door shut behind us.

The second we were alone, I threw her onto the bed.

Maya laughed breathlessly, spreading her legs as I crawled over her. I didn’t waste time, I shoved her skirt up, ripped her panties to the side, and thrust into her hard in one stroke.

She cried out, back arching. “Yes, baby! Fuck…”

I fucked her rough, deep and angry.

Every thrust was fueled by frustration, by the image of Astra burned behind my eyelids. Those full curves, that innocent little gasp when I caught her. The way she looked at me like she was terrified… but still wanted my touch.

Maya moaned louder, nails digging into my back, thinking it was all because of her.

“Zane.. oh god, you’re so deep…”

I growled and fucked her harder, hips snapping, sweat dripping down my back.

But in my head?

It was Astra’s plush thighs wrapped around me. Astra’s soft stomach pressing against me. Astra’s wide, scared eyes looking up at me while I fucked her.

I came hard into the condom with a low, guttural groan, burying myself deep inside Maya as the fantasy of Astra’s curvy body clenched around me.

Maya shuddered beneath me, thinking she’d done that to me.

I pulled out and rolled off her, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling.

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Fuck

This was getting dangerous.

I wasn’t supposed to want Astra Hawthorne.

She was Trash–tra.

She was nothing.

…So why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking about her?

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Hours later, somewhere between 2 and 3 a.m. I was finally home.

The victory party had long since died down. I’d dropped Maya off at her place after we were done, ignoring her pouty demands to stay the night. I didn’t want her in my bed tonight.

I didn’t want anyone in my bed tonight.

Except maybe the one girl I kept telling myself I hated.

I climbed the stairs slowly, muscles still sore from the game, hair damp from the shower I’d taken at Tyler’s place. My mind should’ve been on the win. On the scouts that were apparently in the stands. On the fact that my father would probably be in a rare good mood tomorrow.

Instead, all I could think about was her.

I was about to walk past her door when my feet stopped like they had a mind of their own.

Keep walking, asshole.

I told myself that. I even took one step forward.

Then stopped again,

“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.

My hand moved before I could stop it. I tried the handle.

Unlocked.

Of course it was fucking unlocked.

A dark, dangerous satisfaction rolled through me. She still hadn’t learned. Still hadn’t started locking me out.

I pushed the door open silently and stepped inside.

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The room was dark except for the soft silver moonlight spilling through the window. It painted everything in cool, ethereal light.

And there she was.

Astra.

Fast asleep on her back, one arm curled around that small, faded teddy bear she must’ve brought rom her old life. Her long blonde hair fanneck out across the white pillow like a golden halo, trands catching the moonlight and glowing. Her full lips were slightly parted, soft little breaths escaping as she slept.

she was wearing one of those oversized sleep shirts again, thin white cotton that had ridden up langerously high on her thick thighs. The hem barely covered the bottom curve of her plump ass. One strap had slipped off her shoulder, exposing the soft swell of her heavy breast and the faint outline of her nipple through the fabric. The shirt clung to the generous dip of her waist and the ull, rounded pooch of her stomach.

She looked innocent.

soft.

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