run drills for thirty minutes more before she blew the whistle that hung around her neck, gathering the girls together. "Okay, let's scrimmage. We'll run plays six through ten."
The team split into two, and Sabrina joined the group closest to Patrick, taking her position at center. His eyes stayed on her the entire time they were running plays and it made it damn hard to concentrate. Finally, Coach blew his whistle and everyone ran over, surrounding him.
"Great job, ladies! We'll let Patrick and Sabrina talk and then I'm sure she'll have some new plays for you to run tomorrow. Great practice!"
Patrick motioned to Sabrina and she jogged over to where he stood, clipboard in hand. "Let's go down to the other end of the field and talk?"
She nodded, wiping her sweaty palms on her shorts. She found the curve of his ass deliciously distracting and she couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but that as she followed him down the field. Concentrating so fully on his ass, she ploughed right into him, banging her nose on his shoulder when he came to an abrupt stop.
"Are you okay?" He spun around, grabbing her shoulders when she rocked backwards, nearly falling over.
Her cheeks flamed and she cupped her nose in her hand, utterly mortified. "Yeah, wasn't paying attention."
His slow grin had her heart stuttering in her chest and she inhaled sharply, wincing at the sharp pain the action brought.
"So," he said, closing the miniscule distance between them. "After watching you play, I think there's a few ways we can improve your passing, which is one of the things Coach said he'd like me to work on."
"Okay," she said, watching as he held the clipboard flat and began to draw on it. "We ran this play a few years ago and it worked really well to get the ball into the goal without much distraction from the other team." He drew swiftly, tracing the pen along the pattern after he'd put in the positions. Sabrina frowned, reaching up to trace the pattern herself, her sore nose completely forgotten as excitement gathered.
He'd drawn a ballsy plan and nothing like they'd ever used before. "And it worked?"
Patrick grinned and her heartbeat sped up to breakneck speed. Dammit, it was totally unfair for someone to be that fucking attractive!
"Like a charm. Here, let me show you." He turned and dropped the clipboard onto the grass and grabbed the ball from her, tossing it out into the middle of the field. "Come at me."
Sabrina waited a bare second and then moved, trying to get the ball away from him. She succeeded with a well-placed hip and sped down the field, kicking the ball in front of her and trying to watch for him out of the corner of her eye. He came from her left side, knocking her completely off her feet as they got tangled up together. Patrick wrapped his body around hers as they fell, cushioning her landing. They came to a stop with her sprawled atop him, her legs on either side of his waist.
Lifting her head, she glared, completely unprepared for the bolt of heat that shot through her. His eyes were dark, so deep a green she thought she might drown in them. Time slowed to a crawl and she suddenly became hyper-aware of the feeling of him between her legs. Her hand braced on his chest, fingers splayed wide.
He held her loosely, two big hands on her hips, pushing her down on to the hard bulge of his cock pressing between her thighs. Swallowing hard, she shook her head, a cascade of auburn hair falling down around her shoulders, framing her face as the pony tail holder pulling it back broke.
His gaze locked onto her lips and the thick ridge grew bigger beneath her when she swiped her tongue across her lips. She couldn't seem to drag enough air into her lungs, the intensity in his gaze spearing right through her, coiling tightly in her stomach and then settling lower, liquid heat pooling at her center.
"Patrick." Her voice sounded unsteady, filled with a million questions.
He shook his head just slightly, his big body shifting
The team split into two, and Sabrina joined the group closest to Patrick, taking her position at center. His eyes stayed on her the entire time they were running plays and it made it damn hard to concentrate. Finally, Coach blew his whistle and everyone ran over, surrounding him.
"Great job, ladies! We'll let Patrick and Sabrina talk and then I'm sure she'll have some new plays for you to run tomorrow. Great practice!"
Patrick motioned to Sabrina and she jogged over to where he stood, clipboard in hand. "Let's go down to the other end of the field and talk?"
She nodded, wiping her sweaty palms on her shorts. She found the curve of his ass deliciously distracting and she couldn't seem to concentrate on anything but that as she followed him down the field. Concentrating so fully on his ass, she ploughed right into him, banging her nose on his shoulder when he came to an abrupt stop.
"Are you okay?" He spun around, grabbing her shoulders when she rocked backwards, nearly falling over.
Her cheeks flamed and she cupped her nose in her hand, utterly mortified. "Yeah, wasn't paying attention."
His slow grin had her heart stuttering in her chest and she inhaled sharply, wincing at the sharp pain the action brought.
"So," he said, closing the miniscule distance between them. "After watching you play, I think there's a few ways we can improve your passing, which is one of the things Coach said he'd like me to work on."
"Okay," she said, watching as he held the clipboard flat and began to draw on it. "We ran this play a few years ago and it worked really well to get the ball into the goal without much distraction from the other team." He drew swiftly, tracing the pen along the pattern after he'd put in the positions. Sabrina frowned, reaching up to trace the pattern herself, her sore nose completely forgotten as excitement gathered.
He'd drawn a ballsy plan and nothing like they'd ever used before. "And it worked?"
Patrick grinned and her heartbeat sped up to breakneck speed. Dammit, it was totally unfair for someone to be that fucking attractive!
"Like a charm. Here, let me show you." He turned and dropped the clipboard onto the grass and grabbed the ball from her, tossing it out into the middle of the field. "Come at me."
Sabrina waited a bare second and then moved, trying to get the ball away from him. She succeeded with a well-placed hip and sped down the field, kicking the ball in front of her and trying to watch for him out of the corner of her eye. He came from her left side, knocking her completely off her feet as they got tangled up together. Patrick wrapped his body around hers as they fell, cushioning her landing. They came to a stop with her sprawled atop him, her legs on either side of his waist.
Lifting her head, she glared, completely unprepared for the bolt of heat that shot through her. His eyes were dark, so deep a green she thought she might drown in them. Time slowed to a crawl and she suddenly became hyper-aware of the feeling of him between her legs. Her hand braced on his chest, fingers splayed wide.
He held her loosely, two big hands on her hips, pushing her down on to the hard bulge of his cock pressing between her thighs. Swallowing hard, she shook her head, a cascade of auburn hair falling down around her shoulders, framing her face as the pony tail holder pulling it back broke.
His gaze locked onto her lips and the thick ridge grew bigger beneath her when she swiped her tongue across her lips. She couldn't seem to drag enough air into her lungs, the intensity in his gaze spearing right through her, coiling tightly in her stomach and then settling lower, liquid heat pooling at her center.
"Patrick." Her voice sounded unsteady, filled with a million questions.
He shook his head just slightly, his big body shifting
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