The Nerd Who Stole The Quarterback (Astra and Zayne) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

ZANE

I couldn’t take my fucking eyes off her.

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Astra moved between tables in that tiny black skirt like she had no idea what she was doing to me. Every time/she reached up to grab something or bent slightly to wipe a table, the skirt rode higher on her full thighs. That tight white polo stretched across her full tits, and every nervous tug she gave the hem of her skirt only made me harder.

She was flustered and probably still thinking about last night, I could see it in the way she kept pressing her thighs together and avoiding my gaze.

Tyler leaned over, close enough that only I could hear, his voice low and amused as he watched me track her every move

“Bro… so when you finally gonna fuck Trash-tra?” He smirked, taking a slow sip of his Coke. “You look hungry as fuck righ now. Like you’re two seconds away from dragging her into the bathroom and bending her over.”

I didn’t even flinch. My eyes stayed locked on Astra as she carried a tray back toward the kitchen, that short skirt swishing against her plush ass with every step.

“Soon.” I muttered, voice rough. “Real fucking soon.”

Tyler laughed under his breath, shaking his head like he thought this was all a joke.

“Soon, huh? You sure you’re not gonna snap and take her in the back alley?”

I didn’t laugh.

My eyes stayed glued to Astra as she moved toward the kitchen, every step made her ass sway, full and round and fucking perfect. The nervous way she tugged at her skirt like she knew she was being watched…

My cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

I took a slow sip of my drink, jaw tight.

“She’s not a quick fuck,” I said quietly, voice low enough that only Tyler could hear. “She’s not something I’m gonna use and throw away. She’s mine. And when I finally fuck her… it’s gonna be slow. Deep. Until she’s crying my name and begging me

not to stop.”

Tyler whistled low. “Jesus. You’re actually gone for her, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

Because I wasn’t “gone.”

I was obsessed.

Completely, violently obsessed.

Astra came back out of the kitchen carrying another tray, cheeks flushed from the heat. She glanced toward our booth again just for a second and our eyes locked.

She froze.

That pretty blush deepened instantly. She quickly looked away, biting her lip like she always did when she was nervous.

My hand tightened around my glass.

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Stop biting your fucking lip.

I wanted to drag her into the back hallway right now. Pin her against the wall again. Shove that tiny skirt up and finally feel how wet she definitely was for me.

But not yet.

Not here.

I wanted her alone.

I wanted her scared.

I wanted her to understand exactly what she’d started when she kissed me back in that dark foyer.

Tyler nudged me again. “You’re really just gonna sit here and eye-fuck her all day?”

I smirked slowly, never taking my eyes off her.

“No,” I said quietly. “I’m gonna make her come to me.”

Astra turned to head toward another table, but I caught her eye again.

This time I didn’t look away.

I held her stare until her steps faltered slightly, until her cheeks burned darker, until she nearly tripped over her own feet.

She looked away fast, flustered and panicked.

Good.

Let her feel it.

Let her remember exactly who she belonged to now.

Because I was done pretending.

Years of obsession had finally snapped.

And Astra Hawthorne?

She wasn’t escaping me anymore.

The guys were still loud as hell, laughing and destroying plate after plate of wings, but I barely heard them anymore. My attention was locked on one thing only.

Astra.

She’d disappeared from the floor a few minutes ago and the second I noticed she wasn’t moving around the dining area, I knew exactly where she’d gone.

Her lunch break.

I waited just long enough for the others to get distracted before I stood up.

“Gotta piss,” I muttered to Tyler, who shot me a knowing grin but didn’t say shit.

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I moved through the busy restaurant like I owned it, pushing through the staff door that led to the back hallway The noise faded behind me. Dim lighting, stacked crates, and the faint smell of fryer oil. And there she was

Astra was sitting on an old wooden bench near the employee exit, legs pressed together, that short pleated skirt riding dangerously high on her thick thighs. She had a half-eaten sandwich in one hand and her drawing pad balanced on her lap Her head was tilted down, pencil moving quietly across the page, completely lost in whatever she was sketching

She looked so fucking soft.

Vulnerable.

Mine.

I leaned against the wall opposite her, arms crossed over my chest, and just watched. Silent. Hungry. Letting the seconds stretch until she finally felt me.

It didn’t take long.

Astra froze mid-stroke. Her shoulders tensed, and she slowly lifted her head. Those wide blue eyes met mine and instantly filled with panic.

“Z-Zane…” she whispered, voice small. The sandwich trembled slightly in her hand. “What are you doing back here? Employees only..”

I didn’t move. Just kept leaning against the wall, eyes dragging slowly over her, from her flushed cheeks, down to the way her polo hugged her full tits, then lower to those plush thighs squeezed together under that tiny skirt.

“Needed some air,” I said lowly, voice rough. “And I wanted to see what my Trash-tra does when she thinks she can hide

from me.”

Her cheeks burned darker. She quickly closed the drawing pad and set it beside her like it was something embarrassing.

“I’m on my break,” she mumbled, looking anywhere but at me. “You should go back to your friends.”

I pushed off the wall and took a slow step closer. Then another. Until I was towering over her, blocking the light.

Astra’s breath hitched. She clutched the sandwich tighter, like it could protect her.

“Please just go…” she started, but the words died when I reached down and gently but firmly took her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up to me.

“Look at me while you lie,” I murmured, thumb brushing her bottom lip. “Go on.”

Her eyes were glassy, panicked, and shimmering with that same confused heat I’d seen in the foyer. She looked like she wanted to run… but her body stayed perfectly still for me.

“I can’t do this here,” she whispered shakily. “Someone could walk back any second.”

“Good.” I smirked, leaning down closer until my mouth hovered just above hers. “Let them see who you belong to now.”

Her lips parted on a soft, nervous exhale. I could smell her, clean sweat, nervousness, and that sweet, addictive strawberry scent that drove me fucking crazy.

Her lips looked so fucking soft. Plump. Pink. Still a little swollen from last night.

I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I leaned down and caught her bottom lip between my teeth, biting down gently but firm enough to make her jolt. Astra gasped sharply, the sound going straight to my cock.

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“Zane. please…” she whispered, voice shaky and breathless.

“Shh.” I murmured against her mouth, licking slowly over the spot I’d just bitten. “Be quiet, baby Unless you want someone to come back here and see what a needy little thing you are for me”

Then I kissed her.

Slow this time, not the angry, punishing kiss from the foyer. This one was deliberate, my tongue sliding into her mouth. tasting her, devouring her. She shivered hard against me, her free hand dropping on my shoulder like she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

I groaned low in my throat and yanked her up off the bench without warning. The sandwich and drawing pad fell to the floor as I slammed her back against the wall, caging her in with my body. One hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her waist hard enough to feel the softness of her curves under my fingers.

Astra whimpered into the kiss, her sexy body trembling against mine. I kissed her deeper, slower, licking into her mouth like I had all the time in the world to ruin her.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were shiny and even more swollen. She was panting, eyes glassy, looking completely fucked out already.

I smirked, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip.

“You can’t kiss for shit, Trash-tra,” I murmured, voice dark with amusement.

Astra’s breath hitched. She stared up at me, cheeks burning crimson, looking mortified and overwhelmed.

“Y-you took my first kiss….” she breathed out, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I don’t know how.”

The words hit me like a fucking truck.

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