The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

ZANE

She looked fucking wrecked.

Tears glistened on her flushed cheeks, sliding down that smooth, soft skin I wanted to lick clean. Her lips were swollen and shiny from my mouth, parted as she gasped for air. Her wide blue eyes were glassy with shock and confusion, staring up at me like I’d just shattered her entire world.

And I had.

I’d finally tasted her.

And she tasted like everything I’d been denying myself for years.

My cock was so hard it hurt, pressed tight against her soft stomach. I could feel the heat of her pussy through her clothes. the way her thick thighs trembled around my hips. She was soaked. I knew it. I could practically smell how wet she was for

I wanted to drop to my knees and bury my face between those plush thighs right here in the foyer.

But then..

A soft sound came from upstairs.

Footsteps.

Astra stiffened instantly in my arms. Panic flashed across her tear-streaked face. She shoved hard at my chest, trying to push

me away.

“Zane…stop,” she whispered frantically, voice cracking. “Someone’s coming.”

I didn’t want to let her go.

But I did.

Slowly.

I released her wrists and stepped back just enough for her to drag her leg down from around my hip. Her knees nearly buckled. I watched her steady herself against the wall, cheeks burning red, lips still glistening, looking like she’d been thoroughly fucked against it.

The sight made my cock twitch painfully.

The footsteps grew louder.

Astra’s eyes widened in horror. She quickly wiped at her tears and smoothed down her hoodie, trying to look normal. But she still looked wrecked. Ruined. “Mine”.

Elira appeared at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a silk robe, looking elegant even at this hour.

“Oh, it’s you both,” she said softly, glancing between us. “How was the game?”

Astra couldn’t even look at her.

She kept her head down, voice small and shaky. “I’m fine, ma’am… um, tired. Goodnight.”

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Then she practically ran up the stairs, brushing past my mother without another word.

Elira watched her go, then turned her sharp eyes to me.

Her gaze lingered on my face, then dropped to my mouth, then lower.

She raised one perfect eyebrow.

“What happened?” she asked calmly.

I ran a hand through my hair, still tasting Astra on my lips, still hard as fuck and pissed at the interruption.

“Nothing,” I said gruffly, brushing past her toward my own room.

She didn’t stop me.

But I could feel her watching me the entire way up.

I didn’t care.

My mind was still downstairs.

Still on Astra’s swollen lips.

Still on the way she’d whimpered when I kissed her and on the way she’d said I’m yours like she had no choice.

I smirked to myself in the dark hallway.

Because she didn’t.

Not anymore.

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The next morning, I woke up hard as fuck.

Still tasting her.

Still feeling the way her soft, curvy body had trembled against me when I pinned her to the wall and kissed her.

I lay in bed for a long minute, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second. The way she’d gasped into my mouth. The way her thick thighs had wrapped around my hips. The little broken whimper she made when I bit her lip.

My cock twitched painfully under the sheets.

I wrapped my hand around it and stroked once, slow and rough, remembering how wet she’d been. How she’d tried to deny it even while rubbing herself against me like a needy little thing.

Shit.

I wanted more.

I wanted to drag her into my room, shove her down on my bed, and finally bury myself between those plush thighs until she screamed my name and forgot every other man existed.

But I knew I had to be patient.

For now.

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I showered, dressed and went downstairs.

The kitchen smelled like pancakes and coffee. Lucas was talking nonstop. Mason was quietly eating.

And Astra…

She was helping Lucas cut his pancakes, head down, cheeks slightly pink. She looked tired, flustered and like she hadn’t slept much either.

Good.

She should be thinking about me.

The second I walked in, her entire body tensed. She didn’t look up, but I saw the way her hand tightened around the knife.

I smirked and dropped into the seat directly across from her.

“Morning,” I said casually, reaching for the orange juice.

Her eyes flicked up for half a second before dropping again.

“Morning,” she mumbled, voice small.

Elira glanced between us but said nothing.

I kept staring at Astra while I ate. Watched the way her cheeks stayed flushed and how she kept biting her lip, then stopped herself when she remembered what I’d said last night.

Every time she shifted in her seat, I remembered how soft her thighs felt wrapped around me.

My cock started hardening again under the table.

I wanted to drag her upstairs right now.

Instead, I stretched my leg under the table and brushed my foot against hers.

She jerked it away instantly.

I did it again.

This time she didn’t move fast enough. I hooked my ankle around hers, trapping it.

Her head snapped up.

Our eyes met.

Hers were wide. Panicked. Embarrassed.

Mine were dark. Hungry. Possessive.

I smirked slowly.

She looked away fast, cheeks burning redder.

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