Page 125 of Hide and Keep

I miss. Obviously. I miss and have to rush to catch her under her armpits so she doesn’t smack the floor.

This shit is not easy. This shit is not fun. I don’t understand why anyone does it.

“Again,” she says.

Second attempt, I get some tit in the catch but it’s way too quick to enjoy.

Maybe that fucker on her team wasn’t getting off on grabbing her puss but I still don’t like that he grabbed her puss. I’m grabbing anything I can to save her from a sloppy throw. His stunt was much more controlled, not to mention rehearsed. He could’ve found somewhere better to grab her.

On the third, I do it. I catch her. Somehow, some-fucking-way I catch her. I have no idea if my hands are positioned correctly but Ever’s soles are in my palms and I’m her goddamn base.

“Fuuuckk.”

I blindly wander around, my feet shuffling to stay under me as I work my ass off to keep balance.

What makes it even harder is the fact that I’m now staring straight up at Ever’s ass. And pussy. It’s a direct line of sight right up there.

Every detail of Ever’s soaked panties in the car has been burned into my memory—fourth-degree-level burned on there—yet I’ve been revisiting each one like I was told I have early onset dementia and that day’s the only thing I’m terrified of forgetting. The way the fabric was darkened in that one spot,spreading bigger the more turned on she got. The smell of her arousal… Literally mouth-watering. Days later and my mouth is still hankering for a taste. One single fucking lick.

She’s not wet now though. At least not enough to show through her briefs. If she was…

“Keep your elbows locked,” she scolds, and I realize I was lowering her.

Probably—preferably—on to my face.

I press up, creating some distance.

“Don’t lift any higher. Just stay right here.”

“Why?” I grit out, inexperienced with this kind of strain on my wrists.

“Because we’re starting with the basics. This is a simple toss hands.”

Simple? My scoff comes out choked and makes my arms shake. Or maybe that’s me actually shaking.

Shit. I’m shaking.

“How do you get down?”

“Okay. Push up—”

My wrists give out before she can finish her instructions, causing her to drop suddenly. I wrap my arms around her as quick as I can though, locking them around her thighs.

I’m panting and sweating and goddamn, this is so much harder than I thought it’d be. But this part…isn’t so bad. Having Ever’s ass in my face is exactly what I was imagining. Exactly what I was craving. Only without the material.

“I told you you’d drop me,” she says with a wiggle of her hips that only makes me want to extend my jaw and take a giant bite.

I lied. I wouldn’t stop at one lick or just her pussy. I’d eat every fucking crumb of Ever Munreaux, leavingnonebehind.

“And I told you…” I ease my hold, letting her slip through my arms, the back of her body sliding down the front of mine until my lips are on the crown of her head. “I’d catch you.”

Blizzards. Icebergs. Sleet pelting my face to cool it the fuck down.

I practically shove her away, putting an arm’s length between us.

Stepping even farther away, Ever tucks her hair behind her ears, saying, “If you had any sort of stamina, you wouldn’t have had to.”

This girl’s always questioning my stamina.

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