{"id":260821,"date":"2026-07-13T17:55:52","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:55:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fourth-and-long-tackled-by-love-book-4-quinn-ward-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:55:52","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:55:52","slug":"fourth-and-long-tackled-by-love-book-4-quinn-ward-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fourth-and-long-tackled-by-love-book-4-quinn-ward-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Fourth And Long Tackled By Love Book 4 – Quinn Ward (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Inside me.\u201d The words came out rough, his cheeks flushed. \u201cI want to feel you.\u201d I kissed him hard, then made myself pull away. Nightstand drawer. Condoms, lube\u2014 I\u2019d bought them weeks ago, shoved them behind old notebooks, tried not to think about what I was hoping for. My hands shook as I got the bottle open.<\/p>\n

\u201cBreathe,\u201d Tanner said, watching me. \u201cI\u2019m the virgin here.\u201d \u201cDoesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m not nervous.\u201d His expression softened. \u201cI know.\u201d I settled between his legs and slicked my fingers. \u201cTell me if anything hurts.\u201d \u201cI will.\u201d I pressed one finger inside, felt him tense, then relax. His eyes fluttered closed. \u201cMore,\u201d he managed. I gave him more. Worked him open with patience I didn\u2019t know I had, watching his face for pain and finding only desire.<\/p>\n

When I crooked my fingers, searching, he nearly came off the bed. \u201cThere\u2014\u201d His voice shattered. \u201cRight there, don\u2019t stop\u2060\u2014\u201d I didn\u2019t stop. Kept working that spot, adding a third finger, feeling him stretch and relax around me. He whimpered\u2014pain at first, then something else entirely, his expression going slack with pleasure. \u201cPlease.\u201d The word was wrecked. \u201cSeth, I need\u2060\u2014\u201d Rolling on the condom took too long. My hands wouldn\u2019t cooperate. Tanner watched me with heavy eyes, one hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHurry up.\u201d \u201cPatience.\u201d \u201cFuck patience.\u201d I lined up and pushed in, inch by inch. His breath caught, held, then released on a moan that made me clench my jaw to keep from losing it. He was tight, hot, perfect. \u201cOkay?\u201d I managed. \u201cMove.\u201d His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. \u201cPlease move.\u201d I moved. We found our rhythm\u2014deep strokes that made him gasp, then faster when he begged for more. The bed frame knocked against the wall. I didn\u2019t care. Couldn\u2019t care about anything except the way he looked underneath me\u2014head thrown back, my name spilling from his mouth between ragged breaths.<\/p>\n

\u201cTouch yourself,\u201d I said. \u201cI want to watch.\u201d His hand flew to his cock, stroking fast. I drove into him harder, felt him clench around me, felt my own release building. \u201cClose\u2014\u201d His voice broke. \u201cI\u2019m so close\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cCome for me.\u201d He came with a shout, his body clamping down, cum spilling over his fist. The pressure pulled me over the edge. I buried myself deep and let go, pleasure whiting out everything until I couldn\u2019t breathe, couldn\u2019t think, couldn\u2019t do anything but hold on to him.<\/p>\n

After, we lay tangled in sweaty sheets, both of us gasping. I was still inside him, softening, neither of us willing to break the connection. \u201cWow,\u201d he said. \u201cYeah.\u201d \u201cWe should do that again.\u201d \u201cGive me twenty minutes.\u201d He laughed, and I felt it everywhere. Later\u2014much later\u2014we lay in the dark with the sheets kicked to the foot of the bed. Tanner\u2019s head rested on my chest, his fingers tracing patterns I couldn\u2019t decipher.<\/p>\n

\u201cI submitted my applications,\u201d he said. \u201cAll of them. Wilmington\u2019s my top choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Quinn Ward Cover by Cover Me, Darling, LLC Cover Image by Paul Henry Serres Editing by Abbie Nicole All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. OceanofPDF.com CONTENTS 1. Tanner 2. Seth 3. Tanner 4. Seth 5. Tanner 6. Seth 7.<\/p>\n

Tanner 8. Seth 9. Tanner 10. Seth 11. Tanner 12. Seth 13. Tanner 14. Seth 15. Tanner 16. Seth 17. Tanner 18. Seth 19. Tanner 20. Seth 21. Tanner 22. Seth 23. Tanner A Note From Quinn About Quinn Ward OceanofPDF.com 1 TANNER The apartment door clicked shut behind Seth, and about thirty seconds passed before the silence became unbearable. I grabbed my controller off the coffee table and shoved the noise- canceling headphones over my ears. The gaming laptop was already open, logged in, and waiting for me to disappear into something that had nothing to do with Saturday afternoons in Alabama.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Tanner, you sure you don\u2019t want to come to the game?\u201d Seth had asked at breakfast, standing in the kitchen doorway in his Gray Wolves warm-up gear. His duffel bag sat by the door, cleats tied to the outside strap the way every football player did. Like some kind of uniform code I\u2019d never understood. I\u2019d kept my eyes on my screen. \u201cI\u2019ve got lab work.\u201d \u201cOn a Saturday?\u201d \u201cDeadlines don\u2019t care what day it is.\u201d He\u2019d hesitated in a way I was still getting used to.<\/p>\n

We\u2019d been roommates since the end of summer, long enough to figure out whose shelf was whose in the fridge, but not long enough for me to predict what he\u2019d do next. \u201cAll right,\u201d he\u2019d said finally. \u201cSee you tonight.\u201d That had been enough. Seth didn\u2019t push. Didn\u2019t try to convince me or drag me into something I\u2019d made clear I couldn\u2019t handle.<\/p>\n

He just nodded and left. Now the apartment felt too big and too quiet despite the headphones pumping game audio directly into my skull. I loaded into a match, fingers moving through familiar patterns on the controller. Muscle memory took over. Aim. Shoot. Reload. Move. The commentary in my ears was British, enthusiastic, and completely unrelated to anything happening three miles away at Magnolia State\u2019s stadium. I made it through two matches before my phone vibrated on the table beside me. HUNTER You watching? I didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

Stupid questions didn\u2019t deserve answers. Another buzz. Tell me you\u2019re at least listening on the radio. Of all people, Hunter should\u2019ve been the one who understood why watching football was the last thing I\u2019d do with my weekends. And listening\u2026?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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