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“I don’t think so. You’re not stopping until you come. You said you were close.” I lean into her ear. “It’s your turn to put on a show for me. Hold on to the treadmill, baby.”
Her hands grip onto the side railings and I hold her hips in place while her feet move beneath her. Scanning the gym, I check to see if anyone is paying attention to us. We’re well hidden and isolated in the back corner and blocked by a wall on one side.
I slide my hand to the front of her body and down to her clit. She pushes her ass harder against my cock at the same time I add more pressure with my finger. I leave open mouth kisses down her neck and shoulder. “That’s it,” I say, when her head drops back against my chest.
“Nash,” she groans when I turn the speed up a notch on the treadmill to give her more friction. “I can’t.”
“You can handle it. I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.” I move my hand off her clit and back to her hip. “Run it out.” I press her tighter against my dick. “Are you proud of yourself for sending me all those texts? Do you like how hard you make me when you say those things to me?”
“Yes,” she moans quietly. Sliding my hand back down to her pussy, I rub my finger back and forth through her slit. She bites hard on her lip to keep quiet. I kiss her neck and behind her ear enjoying the salty flavor of her sweat-coated skin.
“Me too. Now come for me,” I command. Her feet catch on the running track when her legs start to tremble. I lift her up by her waist and guide her feet to the side rails. “Always so pretty when you come.”
She slams her hand on the stop button and grabs her water, gulping down heavy sips. “I thought you said you didn’tlike me looking tired and worn out. Look at me now. I’m absolutely drained.”
“Then I better get you home to clean you up and ready for your nap.” I grab her stuff and help her off the treadmill. “I’m going to grant your wish and remind you how much better my tongue is than these.” I smack the side of her hip lightly.
19
NASH
NEWHOUSE GAME 12
I can’t look at the scoreboard. Every time I do I think about the ball I overthrew in the first quarter or the pass that got picked off in the second. If I hadn’t messed up, we would only be down by seven instead of twenty-one going into the last quarter of the game.
“We’ve got plenty of time,” Adrian says, his hands tucked into the neck of his jersey.
“The Vikings came back from a thirty-three point deficit to win the game in overtime,” Asher states.
“We aren’t exactly the Vikings,” I tell him.
“No, we’re better. We at least got a few touchdowns the first half of the game,” Adrian jokes.
“Would you rather lose by not scoring any points or lose by one?” Asher asks.
“I would rather not lose, period,” I reply.
“That’s what I like to hear. How are you holding up?” Coach stands in front of me.
“I’m good, Coach,” I lie. My earlier mistakes play on a continuous loop in my head.
“They’re trying to rush you. Did she give you any tips on that?” His eyes drift to where his daughter is sitting in the bleachers. I tried to get her to stand on the sidelines with us but she refused. She’s still afraid to step too far into his world and have him push her away.
Things seem to be getting better between the two of them. At least when I come over for dinner, they’re more talkative and open to keep trying to repair what they lost or build something new. Drew no longer procrastinates when we need to leave for dinner.
“She said to trust my receivers and get rid of the ball fast.” Easy for her to say. For some odd reason she’s under the impression I can’t miss as long as my mental game is strong.
“Lucas has been double teamed all night. They aren’t giving him room to breathe. That leaves Jacob, Alex, or handing it off to Adrian,” he says.
“Alex is probably our best option. Drew said he’s underrated. They expect us to go to Lucas or Adrian.”
Coach turns back to the field. Our defense has been holding them but they’re still moving the chains and getting first downs. It’s currently third and four. We need to stop them. A fumble or pick would be nice right about now.
I glance over my shoulder at Drew. She’s standing on her feet and rocking back and forth with her thumb in her mouth.I’m surprised she has any nails left to chew at this point the way she attacks them every game.
Our defense stops Texas on downs and they’re forced to punt. Now it’s my turn to get out there and make something happen. I pop my helmet back on my head.
“See how the defense lines up. You know what to look for. Go with your gut. I trust you.” He places a hand on each of my shoulders. “I picked you to lead this team for a reason. She was right about you. You’re a natural on the field. You have what it takes to turn this around. Believe in yourself, Pierce. She does and I do too.” He slaps my back as I run onto the field.
