Quarterback Sneak (Red Zone Rivals, #3)

by Kandi Steiner

“Heaven.”

“You’re adding logs to the

“And then pulling me into your lap once you’re done. And then we’re there cuddling as we both read.”

“I just would have pinned you as a summer girl,”

“Since I know you love to swim so much.”

“I want you,”

“And if quietly is the only way you’ll let me have you, I’ll take it.” I swallowed,

wasn’t so good at being quiet last time,”

“Let’s see if you can do better this time,”

“Shhh,”

“Come here,”

“I didn’t get to finish tasting you,”

“So fucking sweet,”

“Fuck yeah, touch yourself while I eat this perfect pussy,”

“I want you to come on my tongue.”

He crooked a smile, waggling his brows as if to say, See? We got this. Even as I shook my head and rolled my eyes, I felt myself smile, too. That smile was a surrender. And the games began.

But my favorite times were the ones like this, when there was no real rush to move, when I could hold her for a brief moment in time and pretend she was really mine.

“Well, then there’s the wife and kids, of course. You, walking down the aisle to me in a long, silky white dress…”

“Right. Us. Married.”

“Come on, you can’t see

“We’d make really cute ones, I bet. And we’re really good at the things it takes to make babies.”

“We can’t make a baby if I keep swallowing your cum.”

“I really like when I get my way with you.”

“And when the kids are grown, and my old ass is retired, we’ll have a house in the mountains.”

I was insatiable when it came to Holden Moore.

“I like vanilla romance sometimes… a sweet friends-to-lovers, maybe a second-chance situation.”

“Like I’d waste my time on a book without spice.”

You’re beautiful.

Very true. On your knees with your tongue out is my preferred view.

Fuck.

Wait up for me.

Oh, I’ll wait UP for sure…

It was Holden, completely naked, in his bed, with his thick, hard cock in his hand.

“Fuck…”

Hurry up and get your sweet ass over here.

hope you’re okay. I miss you.

“Reading dirty books and highlighting all the best parts for us to try after the win.”

“SHE’S NOT YOURS TO LOOK OUT FOR!”

He lived for the loved ones he’d lost. I self-destructed for mine.

“I killed her, Holden, and I wish it was me who’d died, instead.”

“You are enough,

“And you are needed. Most of all by me.”

This was Holden Moore seeing me for absolutely everything that I was — every chaotic, fucked-up, maimed piece of me. And somehow finding it beautiful enough that he wanted to claim it.

It had been the most sensual, erotic experience of my entire fucking life.

“I want to be with you.”

“I see you, everything that you are, and I’ve never needed anything more in my life. And don’t say we can’t,”

“I know the risk. I know. But… maybe, if we can show him how good we are together, your dad will understand.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

“No, no buts. Except this one,”

Seeing a hot, buff quarterback cuddling a tiny baby girl was the recipe for more than just a few disasters.