Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals #3)(68)

“I think she’s worked through her emotions just fine,” I said. “And decided in that process that she’d rather forget she has a screw-up daughter.”

“You’re not a screw up,” he said quickly. “I know that just from one night with you, and my bet is that she knows it, too. Give her time. Even if you’ve given her a lot of it already. She just might surprise you.”

I breathed a laugh through my nose. “And if she doesn’t?”

“Ah, well, then you do what I did,” he said, sitting back and spreading both arms over the back of the love seat. His hands gestured to his surroundings as he did. “You make a family of your own.”

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“Goddamnit, Moore!”

Coach blew the whistle before Leo could even finish the route and run the ball in for a touchdown — which is exactly what he would have done. I ground my teeth before turning to face him.

“Are you trying to piss me off today?”

“I don’t have to try very hard, do I?”

His head snapped back. “Excuse me?”

I bit my lip against the urge to push him more, to fight. He was being more of an asshole than usual, and I knew it was because it was the last practice we had before bowl reveal. He was wound tight, we all were, and tensions were high.

He glared at me for a long while, the rest of the team hanging their hands on their hips and catching their breath. I stared right back, waiting.

“I called a flat. Kyle was your man.”

“And defense was in the perfect position to sack me if I didn’t get the ball out quickly, so I called a slant instead and found Leo.”

“You don’t get to change my direction because of a hypothetical sack.”

“It wasn’t hypothetical. It would have happened. And this is my job as quarterback, to see everything and make changes when needed.”

Coach Lee’s jaw was tight, and every player on the field was tense where they watched us throw down.

“Run,” he said, and then he turned his back and walked to the sideline, knowing without having to watch that we would all do exactly as he commanded.

We ran until we nearly puked.

The rest of practice was brutal, and I was exhausted by the time I dragged my ass up my stairs to my room back at the Pit. A lot of the team was planning on going out, on closing down the bars and sleeping in until the bowl games were announced tomorrow at noon. My roommates were already in the shower. I had no plans of joining them, though. My only plans consisted of me and my bed.

That was, until I opened my bedroom door and found Julep in my sheets.

The sun was setting already, golden light showcasing flakes of dust that danced down to my hardwood floors as I shut the door behind me and dropped my bag. She was a vision in that light, one leg poking out from under the sheets, her head propped on her hand, hair down and a wavy mess as she watched me.

“How did you get in here?”

“That’s the wrong question.”

I smiled, inching toward her. “Mmm… and what is the right one?”

“Can I have one of my Christmas presents early?”

That made me chuckle, but before I could fall into bed with her, she lifted that bare foot of hers that was on top of the sheet and pressed it to my chest to stop me.

When she did, a flash of red silk contrasted with the white of my sheets.

I bit my lip on a groan, trailing one hand over her ankle, down her calf, her thigh, until I could skate a fingertip over that satin tease.

Julep smiled salaciously, and then she slowly peeled the sheets back, revealing herself inch by blissful inch. She kept her dark eyes locked on me, and my cock twitched to life as she spread out and let me take in the full view of her.

She was wrapped like a present, a giant red bow across her breasts and a sliver of fabric sufficing as a thong at the apex of her thighs.

“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I said, and Julep grinned more.

But again, when I reached for her, that damn foot came up to stop me.

“Ah-ah,” she said, and then she slowly climbed off the bed and stood in front of me. I let my eyes rake over her body as she pressed into me, and her hands slipped into the pockets of my joggers, the left one finding my phone and pulling it free. “I think this is a gift you’ll want to remember opening,” she said, tapping the phone screen a few times before she handed it to me.

When she did, the video recording screen was pulled up.

The camera pointed right at her.

I swallowed, trying to find reason through the spell she was weaving. “What are you asking me, Julep?”

She walked around me, fingertips gliding over my arms and back before she paused and reached over where I gripped the phone. She tapped the record button, and then stepped back into frame.

“I’m asking you to record me,” she breathed, pulling at the ribbon tied behind her back. It fluttered to the ground, revealing her swollen breasts. “Make a video of me on my knees for you.”

I hissed a curse as she dropped to her knees, one by one, and when I didn’t follow her with the camera, she reached up and pointed it down at her.

“Focus, cameraman,” she teased. “Don’t want to miss the shot.”

Her grin was playful and teasing as she unfastened the tie around my hips, tugging my joggers down until they hit my ankles. She ripped my briefs down next, and my cock sprang forward, already aching for her.