Jock Road Read online Sara Ney (Jock Hard #3)

Categories Genre: College, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Jock Hard Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 85267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, I don’t want anyone walking in while we’re trying to, you know—sleep.”

Is she being sarcastic? I can’t tell.

I walk the few paces to my dresser, pull it open—though, do I really need a shirt? Shouldn’t I just go to bed without one tonight? The tit-baby in me is tempted to text Rodrigo and ask, but he’d just give me shit for it.

I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up my torso. Fold it into a neat square. Set it on my dresser.

Now the pants. On or off?

I’m wearing boxers under my mesh athletic pants, but are those enough? It’s underwear—is that weird?

My stomach forms a knot, a pool of indecision, uncertainty, self-consciousness and regret that has me wanting to vomit all over my bedroom floor.

If I don’t get my head out of my ass and in the game, I’m going to be filming the sequel to The 40-Year-Old Virgin.

My fingers hook the inside of my pants and push.

I inhale when they catch the tip of my dick, the same way my breath hitched when Charlie pushed them down earlier.

Anticipation makes my heart thrum and my dick stiffen.

My pants also get folded into a neat square and set atop my shirt. Then socks.

I leave the stack and turn, glancing around the room like a tiger backed into a corner and looking for an escape route. I school my features; the last thing she needs to see is me panicking.

I know I have a great body; it’s part of my job as an athlete to be in peak physical condition. It’s my mental sanity that could use some work right now.

Charlie sweetly smiles.

“Good choice on the bottoms. I wouldn’t want to wear pants to bed, either.” She grins as I shuffle to the side of the bed closest to the door, pull back the comforter, and slide in.

I shoot her a stiff smile, nausea bubbling up in my throat.

“Are you okay, Jackson? You look a little…” Her head tilts as she studies me, sitting up to get a better look at my face. “Sick.”

She’s definitely only wearing a lacy bra.

“I’m fine.”

I can’t tell her I’ve never been this nervous—she’ll think I’m a sissy, not the strong guy she’s attracted to.

“Hmm. I don’t think you are, but I’m not going to pry.” She plops back down, head hitting the pillow, hair fanning out against the navy pillowcase. She looks like a fucking angel.

Beautiful. Serene.

Pure.

“I can leave if you want me to.” Her voice is soft and sincere.

“I don’t want you to.” My voice catches, but I manage to say the words. If she touches me right now, I’ll probably fall off the fucking bed and embarrass myself more than I already have this evening.

My back flattens and I relax. Sort of.

For her part, Charlie is silent, rolling to her side and looking over at me as I try to get comfortable. She tucks a hand under her chin—the same way she did earlier when we were just talking—and studies me some more.

Smiles.

Then, “What’s it like being out on that field with so many people watching?”

“It’s…” I don’t know how to describe it to her.

It’s not like this is the first time someone has asked, but it’s the first time I try to dig deep for an actual answer. Usually I go with a generic reply—indescribable, nuts, loud—but because Charlie is genuinely curious, I put actual thought into my answer.

“It is nerve-racking, but also one of the best adrenaline rushes you can have. The pressure of having every eye on you during an entire game is something you can’t…you just can’t duplicate it. If you make a mistake, everyone knows it was you and they boo you, but if you make an exciting play, everyone cheers. For you. So, it can be a kind of horrifying experience? Or it can be one of the greatest feelings ever.” I lower my voice as I think out loud. “Hearing the crowd all cheer at once brings chills all over your body.”

Charlie lets my last line linger, giving it a little time before saying, “Wow. I can’t even imagine what that would feel like.”

It’s something not many people will ever experience. I’m one of the lucky few who gets to know what it’s like—the minority of people who get to play in a damn stadium. Surreal.

Never gets old. You never get over it, and I hope I never do.

Charlie’s blue eyes are bright and full of wonder as she regards me across the mattress. “Has there ever been a time you haven’t wanted to walk out there?”

I try not to stare at her cleavage, but it’s almost impossible; she has a great rack—full and pushed up to her throat because of the way she’s lying on her side. “Uh.” I yank my eyes off her boobs. “No. But there have been a few times I’ve been sick and probably should have stayed in bed.”


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