Quarterback Sneak (Sugar Land Saints Book 1) by Baylin Crow

Author:Baylin Crow [Crow, Baylin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-12T00:00:00+00:00

“How kind of you to join us, Jaggers. To the sideline with Hopkins.” Coach scowled.

Torin waited where we’d practiced several times, tossing a football in the air and catching it.

As the rest of the team worked with their respective specialty coaches, I spoke up to Coach. “I thought we served our sentence.”

He lifted a brow. “You’re done when I’m convinced this week’s game will be a win. You couldn’t even bother to show up to practice on time. And considering your position, Hopkins is the only one who can practice with you. So if he’s not happy, well I suggest you show up on time.”

Knowing he wouldn’t relent, my mouth set in a firm line. “I won’t be late again.”

“See that you aren’t.”

I waited for him to walk off before I headed in Torin’s direction.

“Here we go again,” Torin muttered and tossed me a ball.

“I think he gets off on making us do this stupid stuff.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me.” He clapped his hands. “Ready!”

I rolled my eyes and turned before bending down into my position

“Speaking of getting off.” He let out a low whistle. “There is one benefit to this.”

“Torin,” I cautioned. His light-hearted chuckle caused me to grin. “Just catch the damn ball.”

And he did, over and over until I felt him right behind me. “Maybe we should practice snapping under center.”

Straightening, I gave him an incredulous look. “Coach hardly ever calls those plays and I’m not going to screw that up.”

“You never know.” Torin pursed his lips and shook his head gravely. “I’ve seen games lost due to fumbles during that exchange. It’d be a shame if that happened.”

I eyed him with suspicion. “Fine, but for the record, I think this is stupid.”

“Noted,” he said with a crooked grin. My gaze fell to his full lips before facing away again.

He approached my back and when I kneeled into position again, he reached between my legs ready to receive the ball. The top of his hand brushed against my sac in an obviously deliberate move.

“Torin,” I warned, seconds away from embarrassing us both by tackling him to the ground and attacking his mouth.

“Accident.” The lack of remorse in his voice should have tipped me off but the second time he did it, I growled low in my throat.

“I know what you are doing.” Despite my warnings, I said nothing else as he continued to tease and tempt me with each snap, barely brushing my sensitive skin through my practice shorts. His touch felt too good, and I knew we were playing a dangerous game. I’d also developed a potentially embarrassing problem.

I jumped up. “I think we’ve practiced enough.”

“Coach hasn’t called it.” He sounded genuinely upset but when I glanced at him he was smirking.

“Well when he does, I’d like to not approach him and the team with a raging hard-on.”

He appeared proud of himself and I bumped his shoulder with mine.

After five minutes of back and forth, we must have regained Coach’s attention. “You two enjoying your little break?”

“Back’s cramping,” I said in our defense.

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