Page 37 of Falling for the Quarterback

Grace rolls her eyes and Kelsie laughs. “Don’t mind Killer…he’s always been this dumb.”

We all chuckle but Grace sticks up for her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his tree trunk-sized neck. I don’t know what they feed this chap, but he’s a mighty big one.

“Come on, baby. We don’t have to take that from her,” she says in a soothing voice, throwing her friend a stink-eye glare, emphasized with a small raspberry noise. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll remind you how smart you are.”

Their departure is followed byoohsandahhs, and a “Go get ’er, Killer.”

Kelsie and Mac sit down at the large bench-style kitchen table and Joel and I take a seat across from them.

“So, Hayes, Joel tells me you’re still playing for the team as the kicker?” I ask, hoping I got that right. I have to admit, even though Joel has shared a lot with me about the team and game, I honestly find it hard to understand American football.

He nods. “Yep. And even though we don’t have our former star QB, our season is off to a good start. Isn’t that right, Coach?” Hayes grins at Joel.

“Yeah, you motherfuckers were sucking it until I showed up.”

Kelsie snorts. “Oh, Hendy. I thought you were a changed man, but you’re still full of yourself.”

“What can I say?” he says with a smirk. “When you got it, flaunt it.”

We finish the bottle of wine and Lucy and Emmett wander off from the kitchen, leaving just the four of us at the table.

“Hey, have you seen Journey around? I want to introduce her to Lottie,” Joel says to Kelsie.

She looks at the time on her phone. “I think she should be home from her date soon. They went to the Pizza Station and then to a movie.”

I was thrilled to learn that Joel had a younger sister attending CFU and found it sweet that he was so protective of her.

“I swear to God, if that hockey boy tries anything on my little sister, I will…”

I place a hand on his arm to calm him down. “Hey, why don’t you give me that tour now?”

“Okay…let me show you around.” He leans into my side and whispers in my ear, “And my bedroom.”

I follow him through the lower level of the crowded house as he introduces me to a few other former teammates and friends before we make our way upstairs. With my hand in his, he takes us down a long hallway on the second floor and opens the door at the end of it.

“I have the primary suite,” he explains, quickly shutting the door behind us, drowning out the sounds from the party below us. The only thing I can hear now is my heart thumping wildly in my chest.

I’m not sure what I expected Joel’s room to be like but definitely not this. It’s not your typical graduate student room. In it is a large four-poster mahogany bed with a dark blue comforter and matching sheets. He even has a fancy-looking throw pillow. There’s a matching dresser, two nightstands, and an antique chair and ottoman in the corner. The room’s color seems to perfectly match the sheets with a blue-on-blue striped pattern.

“Who helped you with your decor?” I ask, moving to the bureau to snoop around at his collection of photographs and trophies.

“My mom.” He laughs and walks over to the chair, removing his white lab coat and sitting down. He still wears the blue scrubs and he most definitely looks the suave doctor part.

I press a hand to my chest. “Doctor, I don’t feel well. I might need an exam.”

With a wicked grin, he crooks a finger and beckons me to him. I move with a sexy sway of my hips, while his eyes remain glued to my body. I’ve never had a man stare at me this intensely.

I stop in front of him, our knees pressed together and he leans forward to run his hand along my bare thigh. I shiver from his light touch as his hand stops just at the hem of the short dress.

“Show me where it hurts and I’ll make it all better.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and I nearly collapse in on top of him when he cups me between my legs.

He slowly traces the creases at the top of my thigh with his finger and then skims beneath the silky fabric of my knickers. Thank God the music is loud downstairs, because the moan he elicits from my throat when he separates my folds and circles my clit is loud and needy.

My desire for him is so strong, I can barely remain standing.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, bending at his hips and kissing a trail along the inside of one leg before moving to the other. My hand grips at his shoulders as he slides his finger inside and thrusts in and out.

“That feels so good. I need more.”

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