Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Bradford keeps going, keeps passing, and with every foot they gain, another twenty spectators get on their feet. Finally, the ball lands right in Tanner’s waiting hands, and like the best quarterback known to man, he does his thing, rearing back and launching it through the air with everything he’s got. The ball flies like a fucking rocket, and Logan takes off, keeping his eye locked and loaded on the ball.
Every player races after it as every spectator holds their breath, the anticipation bursting at the seams. Hillcrest does everything they can to save their game, but it’s no use. There’s less than fifteen seconds on the clock.
Logan is out there on his own with Hillcrest. No one else is fast enough to get there in time, but Logan’s got this in the bag. He launches himself into the sky just as the opposition jumps, both of them reaching for the ball, but Logan takes it, tucking it into his arm and breaking into a hard sprint. Hillcrest desperately dives after him.
Logan escapes and runs ahead, the whole crowd screaming their support, but one last Hillcrest player comes at him right in the end zone.
The clock ticks. Five seconds left.
Logan sidesteps, the opponent coming right for him with the kind of determination that puts people in wheelchairs. He pushes to the left, trying to dodge but the other guy is too quick, following his every move. This is going to be close—too fucking close for my liking.
Three seconds.
Two.
Logan dives, his arm outstretched and just as the opponent slams into his side, Logan’s hand comes down in the end zone. The ball slams into the grass just as the buzzer sounds across the field, declaring Bradford the reigning champions.
The whole fucking stands are on their feet chanting as I watch the boys. Tanner and Riley take off at a sprint toward each other, launching into the air and crashing together. They crumble to the ground in laughter, and it’s all I can bear before I race out of the stands and down onto the field.
I run as fast as my feet can take me, overtaking Chanel as she barrels toward Logan. Tanner turns, reaching up to pull his helmet off, and the moment he sees me coming across the field, a wide smile tears across his face. He jogs toward me, and as I crash into him, he grips my ass with one hand, hoisting me up into his arms.
My lips crush to his as my arms fly around his neck, holding on with everything I’ve got. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
“You’re telling me,” he mutters. “Try playing a championship game with a hard-on the whole time because your girl looks fucking amazing in your jacket.”
I laugh, but before I get a word out, his lips are back on mine.
“Get a fucking room,” someone roars from across the field, but there’s no way in hell I’m pulling away to figure out which asshole dares to disrupt this moment with my man.
Within the space of two seconds, it seems all of Bradford is on the field, going around and giving their congratulations, and I reluctantly pull away from Tanner, knowing his job isn’t quite done yet.
I stand with the girls after somehow managing to pull Zoe away from Riley. Who would have known the girl was just as horny as he is! We stand as close to the field as possible, watching as the boys accept their championship trophy, and the pride that swells through my chest feels amazing.
It’s been a hard season for Tanner, and despite already having his college plans sorted out, there was still a lot riding on his shoulders. Yet despite everything, he still pulled through and carried his team right to the end, just as he promised he would.
Once the main part of the award ceremony is done, the team stands for a photo, and as we wait, a text comes through on my phone. I pull it out and quickly glance over it.
Mom - Do you have plans for tonight? Do you mind popping by for a minute before you go out?
Double checking the time, I quickly hash out a reply.
Brielle - Yeah, sure. Is now good?
Mom - Perfect.
The second the boys are excused to enjoy their night, they all race over and Tanner grabs me, spinning me around before putting me back on my feet. “Jax and Logan are having a party at their place. You in?”
“Couldn’t think of anything better,” I tell him. “But Mom just needs me for a minute first. Is it cool if I meet you there?”
His brows furrow. “Is everything good?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Wouldn’t have a clue,” I tell him. “I just got a message asking me to pop by before I go out for the night.”
“Oh, okay,” he says. “If you wanna wait a minute, I’ll grab my shit and drive you. I can shower at home while you talk to your mom.”