Page 144 of Endgame

“You’re welcome,” I managed to squeeze out as I clamped my hands on her curvy waist and bit back a moan.

“Rourke?” Her voice was softer now and full of awareness. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, she made a slow rocking movement with her hips. “Are you okay?”

“Yep.” I clenched my eyes shut and groaned, my dick straining to get to her. “I’m…good.”

“Do you want to…” her voice trailed off and she rotated her hips in that sexy way that drove me out of my fucking mind. “Go up to your room for a little bit?”

More than I wanted my next breath.

“I can’t,” I bit out, jaw strained with tension. “No sex before a game.” I didn’t make the rules, and I rarely followed them, but football was important to me. When coach instilled the no sex on game day rule in sophomore year, I’d followed it no problem. But now, with my girlfriend pressing her tight, little pussy down on my junk, I was having a sudden conflict of interests…

“Are you sure?” Six rubbed against my hard-on again and whispered, “I won’t tell if you won’t.” She pressed her lips to my neck and nibbled. “It can be our little secret,” she continued to tease, as she rocked herself on top of my dick; small, breathy moans escaping her mouth with every thrust. “Our dirty, little secret.”

Fuck me.

I was done.

Football could kiss my ass.

Hell, the whole damn world could.

I didn’t care.

Growling in defeat, I caught Six’s face between my hands seconds before our lips crashed together violently.

This girl.

This fucking girl.

I felt complete when I was around her, like I didn’t have to search for the comfort and approval I’d been trying to find since my mother died. Somehow, Six gave that to me. She was enough for me. Fucking her, tasting her, being inside her, was more than anything I could have hoped for. She was fucking perfect for me.

I knew most of the guys at school would kill to have Six, but she was mine.

All mine.

And I had no intention of letting her go.

Fucking never.

Mercedes

THE MOMENT WE MADE it to his bedroom and had our clothes off, Rourke was inside me, filling me deeply.

“Rourke,” I cried out as the sensation of his cock filling me set my body on fire. “Omigod…yes!”

“Fucking perfect,” he grunted as he hitched my legs over his shoulders and quickened the rhythm of his thrusts until he wasn’t just having sex with me; he was fucking me. Raw, carnal fucking that caused my pussy to clench and suck him in tighter.

“God…” My body jolted violently from his merciless fucking and I had to press the palms of my hands against the headboard to stop myself from buckling from the pressure. “Harder,” I goaded, loving every second of it. “Fuck me harder, Rourke. I can take it.”

The growl that tore from Rourke’s chest then was so guttural and raw that it caused my orgasm to take ahold of me, and I came hard, the muscles in my core clenching tightly around his cock.

My coming only seemed to spur Rourke on, and he moved faster, pounding into me over and over as his hands dug into my hips, pinning my body to the mattress beneath him.

“Omigod,” I cried out when a strange bursting sensation filled me.

“Mmmm…fuck, baby,” Rourke moaned, thrusting harder. “It’s so fucking good this way.”

He was right. It was good. Amazingly good. But something felt…different.

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