Zander

I let out a loud holler as 'TRY' flashes across the screen. Finishing off my beer, I untwist the cap of the one next to me and take a swig of it. I ignore how many empty bottles are lined up on the coffee table. My sister's voice creeps into my mind. It's game-day, it's a given that I'll be drunk off my ass today.

Reclining back, I sink into the lounge. Reaching over, I scratch behind Diesel's ears. He lets out a soft groan, nuzzling my hand.

Swivelling my gaze back to the T.V, I continue watching the game. I used to put on a big thing down at the pub for everyone to watch it. It still is out on the big screen, but I tend to keep to myself now. It seems the older I get, the more antisocial I become.

The screen of my phone lights up. Glancing at it, I click on the unread message from Cassie.

Cassie: Stop being your boring, grumpy self and join us for drinks while we watch the game.

Sighing, I contemplate a reply, but decide not to bother. Another message comes through a few seconds later.

Cassie: Your girlfriend is here.

Scowling, I throw the phone down beside me. As much as that girl consumes my thoughts, being around her will only make it worse.

Another message comes through.

Cassie: Jayden is flirting with her.

Sitting up bolt straight, I narrow my eyes down at the screen.

Now she has my attention.

Jayden Barwick lives in the town over but comes to my pub every time the game is on. He is a total player, always scouring the place for his next girl to take home for the night. I usually don't mind him, he always buys a lot of drinks when he's in town, but I can't have him near her. Anyone, but her.

Gritting my teeth, I push to my feet, swaying slightly. Showering and dressing quickly, I head straight down to the pub. It feels like a few seconds later I'm at the door. My head feels light, and I shake it briefly, hoping it will sober me up a little.

Exhaling, I tell myself not to go in there with a hot head. I'm the one who has been avoiding her all week. It's all on me.

Pausing for a moment, I try to think of a way to get her to talk to me, since she probably won't. After a quick google search, I find that the next closest game to where we are is in two weeks. Not allowing myself to think too much about it, I purchase two tickets.

Almost every table is filled when I enter. Loud whoops, laughter, and chatter almost drown out the sound of the game playing on the T.V.

I find her straight away. She's dressed in uniform but today she has blue denim miniskirt on that showcases her gorgeous, tanned thighs. Her hair messily falls in tumbles down her back. She must have worked earlier today and be off the clock now, since she has a beer in her hand. She's standing by the table, leaning forward onto her forearms. Jayden has his arm slung over the back of his chair, grazing her side every few moments when she moves or laughs. Anger boils in the pit of my stomach at the sight of it.

The men crowding her cheer when they notice me. With a clenched jaw, I make my way over to the table. Her eyes meet mine and she stiffens.

"The man of the hour!" Jayden obnoxiously bellows, clapping his hand down on my shoulder.

Half-turning so that I'm facing her, I lean in close. Her scent invades my nostrils reminding me of when I had her pinned against the wall, my hands all over her body. Inhaling, I tell myself there is no smell better than her. I smirk.

"Hey, Angel."

With a clenched jaw and tight lips, she glances at me, acknowledging me for about 0.2 seconds before returning her gaze forward.

Yep. She's pissed.

"Jayden," I nod. Turning, I mumble a quick hello to everyone else gathered around the table.

"I heard on the grapevine you weren't coming down today," Jayden says.

Inching closer to Brea, I press my side to hers. I hear the small intake of her breath as she bristles beside me. Good to know I still affect her, even when she's angry at me.

"Changed my mind."

"I heard another rumour," Jayden continues, moving his arm back to where it was, in touching-distance from Brea.

I try not to show the annoyance I'm feeling on my face. Tapping my thumb against the table, I look toward him. It's a challenge not to scowl.

"Did you?"

An arrogant smirk tilts his lips. "Heard you're messing around with Veronica."

The mild chatter in the group subsides. A few people glance between us.

"Excuse me," Brea mutters, pushing away from the table.

A moment passes. Then another.

Fuck it.

I follow her, ignoring Jayden completely. She weaves through the people gathering around the small space and darts toward the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. She walks down to the end and pushes open the door of the staffroom. I slip inside before the door shuts and watch as she presses her palms onto the table, staring down at it.

"I'm not messing around with anyone," I say.

Breathing hard, she doesn't look up.

"The only person I want to mess around with is you."

Whirling around to face me, she narrows her pretty eyes in my direction.

"You have avoided me all week. You're a coward and an asshole," she spits, looking furious. Her cheeks redden with each word.

"I am both of those things," I admit. "I've tried to distance myself because I'm not a good guy."

"What?" she asks.

"I'm not someone who will please your parents. I'm not someone who your friends will like. I have my own way of doing things and I stick to it, whether people like it or not." I tell her, taking two long strides so that there is no space between us. "I tried to ignore these feelings and push you away because I am not good enough for you." Cupping her face in my hands, I tilt her head back, forcing he gaze onto mine. "But I'm fucking crazy about you and the thought of someone else near you makes me lose my mind."

She's breathing hard as we stare at each other.

"You drive me crazy, too," she whispers.

"What are we going to do about it?" I demand.

"Kiss me."

Diving toward her mouth, I kiss her. I tug her toward me, kicking the door shut. I blindly reach for it and lock it. We break apart and I lift her. She lets out a squeak as I drop her onto the table. Parting her legs, I drop to my knees, looking up at me.

"Zander..." she whispers, eyes flicking toward the door.

"Tell me to stop, and I'll stop."

I lightly press my lips to her inner thigh.

"Jesus," she breathes as I kiss inch by inch further up her leg. "Don't you dare stop."

Smirking, I push her skirt up, my eyes landing on the lacey white panties that cover barely anything. Swallowing, I look up at her.

"Did you wear this, hoping I would see it?"

"Yes."

My hands slide across her smooth skin, revelling in the feel of softness underneath my hard hands.

"Did you hope I would be taking them off?"

"Yes."

"Hmm..." I nod, pressing firmer into her. "Are you wet for me?"

"I'm always wet for you," she whimpers.

I've lost the ability to breathe. Blood rushes to my groin when I move my hand between her legs. I stroke against the fabric, and she shivers. Her desire instantly coats my fingers.

"You weren't lying," I murmur.

"Good girls don't lie."

"Are you?" I ask, pushing the thing fabric aside and tracing my finger down her wet folds. "A good girl?"

"Only for you."

I smirk. "Gold star for my favourite student."

I plunge my finger inside her. She gasps, throwing her head back. Pushing in deeper, I curl my fingers and she jolts, a loud moan filling the air.

"You were so right," she groans, shamelessly riding my fingers as I continue to slide them in and out of her.

"About what, Angel?"

"You're very good with your hands."

With my free hand, I press into her stomach, flattening her across the table. With my fingers still deep inside her, I move my mouth to her entrance and lick down the centre. She bucks her hips and I press firmer down on her with my hand.

I'm so hard it hurts. I feel the beads of precum against the inside of my jocks. I'm breathless as thoughts of how desperately I want to be inside her.

"Be still, Angel," I say firmly. "And be quiet, unless you want everyone to hear how pretty you sound when you cum all over my face."

"Oh God."

She's trembling around me as I work my fingers and tongue together in perfect synchronisation. With a scream that is definitely not quiet, she convulses as the orgasm takes over her.

I lap at the sweet spot between her thighs, gathering every bit of desire that I created on my tongue. Reeling back, I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth before I rest the, on her thighs.

Her chest rises and falls as she slowly sits up, her cheeks flushed, sweat beading across her forehead.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Angel," I whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"Don't push me away again," she mumbles, looking down at my hands on her. "Not now. Not after this."

Rising to my feet, I place my finger under her chin. "I won't. I'm taking you out."

"You are?" she breathes, eyes widening.

I nod. "Yeah. We are going to a game in two weeks."

"A football game?" she asks.

"Yeah. You interested?"

"I'd love to."

Smiling, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Now go back out there with your panties slick with what I just made you feel," I murmur, nipping at her bottom lip. "And don't forget that they're soaked because of me."

"Yes sir," she whispers.

Smirking, I step back.

"Good girl."

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