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He rolls his eyes. “Last warning. Take. Out. Your. Cup. Before I do it for you, right here, right now. I’m giving you the chance to go into the bathroom and figure it out. If I do it, we’re going to make more of a mess. Your call.”

The determination in his eyes just adds to the heat brewing in my body. A resigned sigh propels me into the bathroom where I do as he instructed me to and take out the damn cup.

After a quick rinse—of the cup and my lady garden, just in case—hands find their way to my hips. In the mirror, our eyes meet. He’s already naked.

“Here? Are you sure?”

He shrugs in the mirror before kissing the side of my neck and palming my ass cheeks.

“If we make a mess it won’t get on your sheets or your carpet. I figured you might be more comfortable.” He leans against my back, his dick pressing against my ass, and reaches a palm around to cup my throat, tipping my head back so he can kiss me. “I don’t care where I fuck you, Bright Eyes. Just that you get my dick wet.”

An animalistic rattle builds in my chest as he inches me onto his dick, stretching me around him to accommodate his cock. Fuck, it feels so good, he feels so good. As my eyelids flutter closed, he rams into me the last few inches. “Eyes on me, Athena.”

My eyes snap open and meet his intense gaze in the mirror.

“Don’t close them, Bright Eyes. Keep them open. Let me see how beautiful you look when you’re taking my cock.” His fingers walk up my hips, my ribs, then his palms cup my tits. When he pinches my nipples, a sharp jab of delectable pain shoots through me, so I toss my head back onto his shoulder on a moan.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He pinches again but nudges me so my head rights. “Eyes. On. Me.”

He drops his hands from my breasts. “Touch them yourself, I need to fuck you.” His words light a fire between my thighs. I love his dirty mouth.

He grips me, right at the curve where my waist swells into my hips, fingers curling, biting into the flesh. Not taking his eyes off mine in the brightly lit mirror, he moves his hips, plunging deeper and deeper into me with each thrust.

My pants quickly turn to screams, making him pause. “Too much?”

I reach behind me, swiping and grabbing at whatever skin I can reach. “Don’t fucking stop, Scott. Please, don’t stop.”

He laughs as he resumes pounding me. I don’t know if it’s because everything’s swollen inside me, my body’s angry and sensitive, but there’s something amazing in the way he takes me.

Slightly bent forward, my hands drop from my tits the harder he thrusts to grip the edge of the counter. The deeper he plunges, the whiter my knuckles get. He fucks me so hard; he’s so deep inside me I see stars.

“Going… to… come…” Sweat trickles down his temples, his teeth are gritted and his muscles twitch in his face.

Instead of letting it happen, he slips a hand from clutching my side and goes back to fingering me. It’s not starting over; it’s like he’s pouring accelerant on a flame that had begun to ebb. My orgasm sparks somewhere deep inside, reminding me it’s not gone, reminding me that while it’s taking longer than when I’m not on my period, it’s still coming.

As though he can feel it somehow, his fingers move faster, his cock rams me harder.

“Come w-with me, Bright Eyes.” His speech is slow, his movements jerky, and frustration sinks into my skin as it takes longer and longer for me to get where we both want to be.

It seems he can’t wait any longer, he grunts, dropping his head to my shoulder, his body heaving from the effort. Despite a momentary pause, his fingers don’t stop, they keep swirling around my slick clit, driving me closer and closer to the sweet release I can almost taste.

When it hits, it’s from all sides, powerful, instant, immersive. My body jerks, my legs go weak, but his hands are there to steady me through my orgasm. Sweat coats my skin, something trickles down my leg but I’m shaking too hard to truly care if it’s cum or blood, and my throat is raw as Scott’s name bursts from me on a scream.

I slink onto the floor through the aftershocks of my ecstasy. Scott eases my body to the ground, folding himself around me soI land in his lap, and holds me as my muscles spasm, twitch, and my entire being catches its breath.

He burrows his nose into my hair to breathe me in. “I love you, Bright Eyes. I love you with my whole heart.”

CHAPTER 30

Scott

JANUARY 30TH

I’m walking on air.

There’s something about Athena’s love that makes everything else just… not feel as shitty. My grades are barely where they need to be, my family’s full of thugs and felons, but my Bright Eyes makes me feel like nothing else matters. She makes me feel strong, competent, and my feet are light with each step I take up the path to the hockey house.

I don’t know how anyone hasn’t noticed a shift in my attitude. Maybe because I’m holding my own on the ice, no one has picked up on the fact that my insides are lit up with the love of an amazing woman.

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