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Reaching for his jeans, I quickly pulled his cock free, and Jet moaned into my mouth when I gripped his hard length. He pulsed in my hand, and I quickly stroked, brushing my thumb over the head in the way I knew he liked.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he whispered against my lips.

I grinned, slipping my hand lower to squeeze and tug at his balls, and he groaned, suddenly flipping me around so my face and breasts were against the wall. “Playing dirty, huh?” He pulled my ass to him, palming and sliding his hand along it before giving it a light slap, and I moaned, surprising myself by wiggling my ass for more.

“Come on, dirty girl.” He lifted me, and I had to hold in a yelp as he carried me across the room. Pressing his hand to my back, he bent me over the desk in the corner, and I quickly unbuttoned my shorts as I heard him rip the condom package open. Barely a second or two passed, and Jet yanked my shorts down, sliding his fingers through my folds before pumping twice. I moaned when he took away his touch and then gasped when he entered me from behind with one quick thrust.

Pressing my lips together, I did my best to stifle a moan. His first few strokes were slow and easy. Then it was like a switchwas flipped, and he thrust fast, far from gentle but nowhere near painful. His movements pressed me into the desk, my ass in the air and my toes on the floor, while all I could do was hold on to the edges as I searched for that cliff so I could fall.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.” Jet groaned after several minutes of just our breaths, grunts, and panting filling the room. Our movements fevered and desperate between us in our scandalous hideaway. I’d never felt so exposed, so alive, knowing how easily we could get caught, and when Jet’s cock hit that perfect place inside, I whimpered, knowing I was getting close. I reached between my legs, but Jet swatted my hand away. “Not yet. With me,” he demanded, and I swear my pussy gushed just hearing it.

I turned my head, catching Jet’s reflection in the window, and I watched in awe at the way that he moved. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing, and his head fell back, slack jawed. He was breathtaking. What was between us was breathtaking, robbing me of my air as my core clenched with each thrust of his hips. His rhythm shifted, his telltale of when he was close.

“Touch yourself.” His hands moved to my hips, and I reached between my thighs, rubbing my clit, my legs starting to shake. I felt Jet finish right as I fell into my abyss, his hand clasping over my mouth to quiet my sounds.

He leaned over to give me a kiss, and we separated, my body feeling bereft the second he pulled from me.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said as I was pulling up my shorts. I went to the window to check my hair and adjust my shirt, making sure everything was in place. Luckily, there were tons of bushes and trees outside, or who knew who might have gotten a show.

“Worth it.” Jet finished adjusting himself in his jeans, a satisfied grin in place. “I’m gonna let you head out first. Just in case. Have you thought of a cover story yet?”

“Of course. Every woman’s cover. Cramps. I’ve been in the bathroom the whole time.” I grabbed my middle like I was in pain and ducked out of the room, a smile breaking my face.

JET

My excursion with Annie stayed with me the rest of the day, but as evening rolled in and I gathered with my teammates in the locker room, I had to set that aside. It was game time. Possibly one of the biggest nights of my life.

Pressing two of my fingers to my lips, I touched them to Annie’s picture I kept in my locker just as Coach Riojas came out of his office.

“Alright, guys, gather ‘round.”

We huddled up to the front, some of my best friends there at my sides. Guys I knew would have my back no matter what, whether it was on that field tonight or off. Just like I’d have theirs.

Coach pulled his ball cap from his head and rubbed his brow before stuffing it back on, taking a moment to glance at each of us, a football gripped in his hands. “I look around at all of you and see so much potential. So much talent bursting within our seams that I’ll tell y’all right now has me damn proud to be y’all’s coach. But having talent isn’t enough. It’s what we do with it. Whether we get cocky and up in our heads when things go well or duck our heads and watch for every inch in every play that can take us further in this game, it’s up to y’all.

“This game is all about inches. The smallest of movements and choices that take grit and determination to drive us through the extra mile. With that said, there’s a lot riding on this game for some of y’all tonight, but I want you to remember to have faith in your team out on that field. You’re brothers, and brothers have each other’s backs, just like y’all do every day in practice. We leave any shit from the day back here and bring it for each other. For this team.

“Take every inch. Push through every setback. Dig deep within yourself so that the other team has no choice but to put their hackles up and stand at attention. We are a damn good team, and every move you make on that field tonight, I want you to remember your brothers. Push not just for yourself but for them. Now, let’s go play some football!”

We yelled, and I threw my hand in the center, others joining on top of mine. “One! Two! Three!”

“Brothers!”

We headed out, ready and pumped for the game, and Coach clapped me on the shoulder as I passed by. “Get ‘em, Thanos.”

Exiting the locker room, we trotted out to the field, the sky slowly slipping into an early dusk. Light still filtered all around us, but I knew it was only a matter of time before those Friday night lights were the only thing illuminating the game.

We waited behind the banner for the band to play, and as soon as we heard the fight music, I pushed through the black, red, and gold sign with my team at my side. Izzy beamed, mouthing,“Good luck,”as I passed through the pathway the dance team created for the team to follow onto the field.

I looked up at the stands, searching for my girl, pride swelling in my chest when I saw Annie in the stands still proudly wearing my jersey. I pressed my fingers to my lips again and held them up to her, and she mimicked the same. Our version of blowinga kiss during a game. She held a heart over her chest with her fingers. My good luck charm up in the stands.

The stadium was packed, red and black as far as the eye could see on our side, and mums for the homecoming game shimmered throughout the stands. The cheerleaders had the crowd pumped, and it carried through to me and my boys out on the field.

We gathered for the huddle before lining up for the first play, and I waited as Zane counted down for the hike. The ball landed in my hands, and I looked down the field, waiting for the running backs to make it further down before passing the ball. Liam leapt, tucking into a roll after a catch, and took off speeding towards the goal line.

The stands roared, the crowd cheered, and the band broke out into one of their songs with the first touchdown of the game. It set the tone formy gamefor the night. The Sharks were unstoppable, and I made three more passing touchdowns before the first half was over.

Coach called us over to the sideline in a timeout with three minutes left on the clock,not long after the opposing team scored their second touchdown by a hair, too close to tying up the game. We used the break for a pep talk and discussing the next play before we were called back out to the field.

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