The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

ZANE

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The guys were tearing into the wings and fries like animals, laughing and replaying every highlight from last night’s game. Tyler was mid–story about some cheerleader who tried to climb him after the win, and Jax was yelling over him about the interception he almost caught.

I wasn’t listening.

My eyes kept tracking her.

Every single move Astra made across the busy floor.

The way she smiled politely at her tables. The way that short black skirt rode up her thighs when she bent to set down drinks. The way her full ass swayed with every step. The way her tits pressed against the tight white polo when she reached across a table.

She was everywhere.

In my house.

In my fucking football world.

And now in my favorite bar.

It was like the universe was shoving her in my face on purpose. I couldn’t escape her.

“Yo, Zane,” Tyler nudged me with his elbow, mouth full of wings. “You good? You’ve been quiet as hell.”

I grunted and took a long sip of beer, eyes still glued to her as she moved to another table.

She had no idea how dangerous she looked tonight.

The uniform was criminal on her body, hugging every soft, curvy inch like it was tailored to drive men insane. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat and the constant movement. A few strands of blonde hair had escaped her ponytail and stuck to her neck.

I wanted to drag her into the bathroom and ruin that innocent little smile.

Then I saw it.

Table 8.

Two older guys, mid–twenties, probably college grads or locals were staring at her like she was their next meal. One of them leaned back, eyes locked on her ass as she took their order. The other smirked, saying something that made his friend laugh while his gaze dropped straight to her tits.

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My entire body stiffened.

Astra finished writing and turned to walk away.

The guy on the left reached out fast and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back slightly.

She stiffened immediately, shoulders tensing, her whole body going rigid.

I was out of the booth before my brain caught up.

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The guy still had his hand wrapped around Astra’s wrist, smirking like he had every right to touch her. Astra’s face was pale, her body rigid as she tried to pull away.

“Let

go

of me,” she said, voice shaky but firm. “Now.”

The man laughed, tightening his grip. “Come on, sweetheart, I was just…”

I didn’t let him finish.

I stepped right up beside her, voice low and deadly calm.

“Take your fucking hand off her. Right now.”

The guy looked up at me, saw the Harrington jersey, the captain patch, the pure rage rolling off me and immediately let go like she burned him.

‘Sorry, man,” he muttered, hands up. “Didn’t know she was yours.”

She is.

I didn’t say it out loud. I just grabbed Astra’s wrist, the same one that asshole had touched and dragged her away from the table without another word.

Zane…” she gasped, stumbling after me.

I didn’t stop until we reached the dimly lit hallway near the restrooms. The second we were out of sight, I spun her around and slammed her back against the wall, caging her in with my body.

She let out a soft, breathy sound,

“Zane…”

Fuck.

The

way she said my name, all soft and shaky, lips parted, eyes wide behind her glasses short- circuited my brain. My cock throbbed painfully against my jeans.

I leaned in closer, one hand braced beside her head, the other still gripping her wrist. My voice came out low and mean, dripping with venom.

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What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Trash–tra?” I growled against her ear. “Parading around in this slutty little skirt, bending over for every horny bastard in here? You think this is cute?”

She trembled, breathing fast, her full tits brushing against my chest with every inhale.

“I’m just… working,” she whispered, voice breathy. “I need the money…”

“I don’t give a fuck what you need.” My hand tightened on her waist. “You don’t get to let other men touch you. Not while you’re sleeping under my roof.”

Her cheeks were burning red. She looked up at me, lips parted, that soft little “Zane” still echoing in my head like a drug.

I wanted to kiss her.

I wanted to ruin her.

Instead, I leaned in until my lips brushed her ear.

*Keep testing me, President,” I whispered darkly. “See what happens when I finally snap.”

Then I stepped back, leaving her flushed, panting, and pressed against the wall like the dirty little secret she was.

I turned and walked back toward the table without looking back.

But I felt her eyes on me the entire way.

And I fucking loved it.

I dropped back into the booth, jaw still clenched. The guys were laughing about something, but the second I sat down, Tyler raised an eyebrow.

“Damn, you really went after her. What’d you say?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, grabbing my beer and taking a long drink.

Jax smirked. “Looked like a lot more than nothing. You got that murder face on again.”

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