Quarterback Sneak – Red Zone Rivals Read Online Kandi Steiner

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She was wearing heels this time.

I marked the outline of them, how they lengthened her already-lean legs. I immediately thought of her that night at the party, how she’d worn heels then, how that tiny sliver of ankle had made me mad with the need to touch her.

I felt that tripled now.

I was in a trance as she flowed, and when she came back down to the floor, landing smoothly on her knees, she arched, rolling her body against the pole before whipping her hair. That sight nearly unraveled me. I thought I’d shred into nothing watching her on her knees, imagining what it would be like to be in place of the pole, to see her looking up at me with her legs spread wide.

I blinked, reaching up for the blinds again.

Close them. Shut this down now.

But I couldn’t.

And that’s when her head popped up, and she looked right at me.

I didn’t think she could see me at first, with all the lights in our house being out. Sure, the streetlights were on, but was it enough for her to see me standing here?

I held my breath, standing completely still as she stared directly at the window where I stood.

Julep walked over to her own bay window, leaning close enough to the glass that I could see the faint outline of her face. She stood there for a long moment, staring, but made no other sign that she saw me.

I waited for her to wave, or flip me off, but after a moment, she reached down to the coffee table beside her and grabbed a glass of water, nearly draining it. I saw her gaze go up to the top of the window next, and I wondered if she was about to draw her own blinds, to do what I didn’t have the strength to do.

But she hesitated, her chest still heaving from the exertion of her last flow.

Her eyes slowly trailed to my window again.

And then, her hands came to the front of her bra, meeting at the small piece of cloth in the middle of her breasts.

No, not cloth.

A clasp.

One she unfastened while I watched.

My next breath halted at the base of my throat, as if even it was afraid one little movement would scare her off. But fear was the last thing reflected in what I could see of Julep’s face as she slowly opened her bra, sliding a strap off her left shoulder and then her right. She let the fabric dangle from one finger before it dropped to the floor, and then she leaned forward, pressing her hands against the ledge of the window and using the streetlight to give me a perfect view of her breasts.

I bit back a curse as my cock twitched to life, growing achingly hard as she ran a hand up her rib cage to cup herself. She framed her nipple, rolling it between her fingertips, and then leaned down a bit more so I could see her face.

Her wicked smile.

She watched me for a long moment, or maybe she let me watch her. And then, she wiggled her fingers in a teasing wave and reached up for the blinds, pulling them down in one fell swoop that snuffed out the entrancing view of her.

I was still cemented in place when my phone pinged from the couch.

I ambled over, adjusting my cock in my sweatpants as I lifted the device and found Julep’s name on the screen.

Goodnight, Cap.

I shook my head, biting my lower lip.

And one thought played on repeat in my mind for the rest of the night.

I’m in trouble.

Julep

I was already seated in the second row of the bus with JB, the two of us going over each player and what they’d need for today’s game, when Holden showed up.

“Clay’s ankle has still been bothering him, so we’ll need to tape it up good and do some mobility checks on it before he warms up,” JB continued through the list, but his voice faded.

Everything faded as I watched Holden out the window.

His hair was damp and darker than usual, laying in haphazard waves that he nonchalantly ran his hand through as he approached the bus. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and handed it to one of the staff who was loading up the equipment, and then he immediately put his over-the-ear, noise-canceling headphones on.

He wore the team’s colors, a brick red hoodie and matching sweats with NBU’s golden logo stretched across his chest. There was something stupidly appetizing about him in those sweats, in the way they hugged his hips and thighs and… a certain other region, too. It wasn’t fair that he looked that fucking hot in joggers and a hoodie, but it wasn’t just that he was an athlete boarding a bus to a game with that cocky swagger only college athletes had.

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