The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

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“Come on, man,” Tyler groaned from the passenger seat, stretching his long legs as much as the car allowed. “You were a fucking beast today. That last deep ball to Jax? Coach was losing his mind on the sideline.”

I kept my eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel as I drove the black SUV toward our favourite sports bar. The rest of the guys, Jax, Erling, Cristiano, and Lionel were crammed in the back, still hyped from evening practice.

“Bro, seriously,” Jax leaned forward between the seats, still in his practice hoodie. “You had three touchdowns in practice alone. Scouts are gonna be foaming at the mouth next game.”

Erling laughed. “If you keep throwing like that, we’re going undefeated this season. Westbridge got lucky last year. Not this time.”

Cristiano nodded, scrolling through his phone. “Film study tomorrow is gonna be easy. Coach said your reads were perfect today.”

I smirked, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “We still have work to do. Their defense is fast.”

Lionel snorted. “Fast? We’re faster. Especially with you slinging it.

their routes,

The conversation flowed easy, typical post–practice shit. Plays we ran, who fucked up how hard we were gonna destroy the next opponent. I participated enough to keep them off my back, but my mind wasn’t fully there.

It hadn’t been fully there since last night.

Since I stood over her bed like a fucking creep, watching her sleep in that thin white shirt, teddy bear clutched to her chest, thick thighs soft and exposed under the moonlight.

I gripped the wheel tighter.

We pulled into the parking lot of the bar a few minutes later. The place was already packed, Friday night energy still lingering from the game. We parked and headed inside, the familiar smell of burgers, fried food, and beer hitting us as soon as we walked through the door.

Our usual booth in the back corner was open. We slid in, me on the end, Tyler across from me, the rest spreading out.

Tyler immediately flagged down a waitress. “We’re starving, man, Let’s get some wings and pitchers…”

“Hi, welcome to The Gridiron! I’m Astra, I’ll be taking care of you today….”

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The voice hit me like a helmet to the chest.

I froze.

Slowly, I looked up.

There she was.

Astra.

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Standing at the edge of our booth in a short black pleated skirt and a fitted white polo with “The Gridiron” logo stretched tight across her full chest, and a little black apron tied around her waist, Her long blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, a few strands framing her face. She held a notepad and pen, cheeks already flushing as her eyes met mine.

The entire table went silent for half a second.

Tyler’s eyes widened. “Fuck… Trash–tra? What the hell are you doing here?”

Astra’s face turned bright red. She clutched the notepad tighter, shifting on her feet. The movement made her skirt ride up just a little higher on those soft, plush thighs.

“I… I work here,” she said quietly, voice slightly shaky but trying to stay professional. Her eyes flicked to me for a split second before dropping to her notepad. “What can I get you guys to drink?”

The boys started laughing and murmuring.

‘No shit,” Jax grinned. “Our new president is serving us now?”

I didn’t laugh.

I just stared.

At the way the uniform clung to every curve. At how the polo buttons strained across her breasts. At the nervous way she bit her lip while waiting for our order.

My cock twitched in my jeans.

*This* was where she ran off to get another job?

Serving drunk high school guys in a tiny skirt?

The rage and hunger mixed into something ugly and hot in my chest.

Astra’s eyes met mine again.

And she looked like she wished the ground would swallow her whole.

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Astra stood there in that tight little uniform, looking like every filthy fantasy I’d tried to bury.

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The black pleated skirt barely reached mid–thigh, hugging the full, plush curve of her ass and thick thighs. The white polo stretched tight across her heavy tits, the logo sitting right over the swell of her chest. Her ponytail swung as she shifted nervously, and those thick thighs pressed together like she knew exactly how she looked.

My dick hardened instantly.

Tyler was the first to break the silence.

“Damn, Trash–tra,” he laughed, leaning back in the booth. “You went from babysitting to serving burgers? That’s a downgrade, baby.”

The rest of the guys started snickering.

Jax grinned wide. “Nah, this is perfect. Our president bringing us drinks now? I could get used to this.”

Erling looked her up and down shamelessly. “Skirt’s a little short though. You bending over a lot tonight?”

Cristiano whistled low. “Bet the tips are good with an ass like that.”

Astra’s face turned bright red. She gripped her notepad so tight her knuckles went white, but she kept her voice steady.

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“What can I get you guys to drink?” she asked again, eyes fixed on her pad like it could save her.

I didn’t say a word.

I just kept staring at the way the skirt rode up when she shifted her weight. At the soft curve of her stomach pressing against the polo. At how her tits moved when she breathed. At the faint tremble in her hand as she waited for our order.

I wanted to drag her into the back room and spank her ass red for wearing such a thing.

Tyler finally gave her the order, still smirking. “Pitcher of Coke, pitcher of beer, two orders of wings, extra spicy and a basket of loaded fries. Think you can handle that, sweetheart?”

Astra nodded quickly. “It’ll be right out.”

She turned to leave.

And every single one of us watched her walk away,

Her ass swayed in that short skirt with every step, full, round, and bouncing just enough to make my jaw elench.

“Goddamn,” Tyler muttered loud enough for the whole table to hear. “Look at that ass. No wonder Ashton’s been so fucking distracted lately.”

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Jax laughed. “She’s thick as hell, bro. I’d let her serve me every night.”

Erling whistled. “Bet she jiggles nice when she walks fast.”

The guys kept going, crude comments flying as she disappeared toward the kitchen.

I stayed silent.

My hand tightened around my glass until I thought it might crack.

Because they were right.

She looked fucking sinful in that uniform.

And the worst part?

She was mine to look at.

Not theirs.

Not fucking Jason’s.

*Mine.*

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I leaned back in the booth, jaw tight, already counting down the minutes until she had to come back to our table.

This was going to be a long fucking night.

Ten minutes later, Astra returned balancing a heavy tray like she’d been doing this for years.

Her face was flushed a deep, pretty red, the kind that spread down her neck and across her chest. Sweat glistened lightly on her collarbone from the heat of the busy kitchen. That short black skirt had ridden up even higher on her thick thighs as she walked, and every step made her full, round ass bounce and sway in the most sinful way.

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