Page 30 of Replay

I can only fucking hope.

We’re immediately swarmed by our teammates, still on a high from our opener yesterday.

Two red-shirt freshmen grab our cooler from us. The second it's out of my hand, Big John, my enormous center, picks me up.

“The king has arrived!” he shouts, and the pool erupts in cheers. I look around the crowd, not finding who I really came here to see.

She’s probably still getting ready…finalizing the personal hell she’s about to put me through.

Shaking off the thought, I lift my right hand, touching my middle and ring finger to my thumb, but leaving my pointer and pinky in the air to make the wolf sign to the crowd. “Who’s ready to beat Georgia next week?”

Wolf howls echo out around me, and that’s when I seeher.

The crowd parts for her and her roommates as Big John puts me down on my feet. My knees almost buckle at the sight of her.

No cover-up on. Diet Coke can in her hand. Her best friends beside her.

The sexiest little body in the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen her wear. Triangles that barely cover up the rosy nipples underneath. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and black sunglasses cover her pretty eyes. Eyes that match the blue bathing suit she’s wearing. The exact same shade she wore the first day I talked to her, and there’s no doubt that was calculated.

I see the little smirk on her face before she turns, heading toward one of the corner tables in the pool area. And that’s when my body physically shudders.

I put my knuckle in my mouth, biting down the groan that threatens to unleash.

Her bubble butt is on full display in the thong bottoms. My cock jolts in my pants, unable to stop myself from picturing how she used to let me slide the thin fabric to the side and fuck her wherever we were.

Bless you, Bellamy Clark, and whatever company designed this bathing suit. I need to take my latest Gatorade sponsorship money and buy her one in every color.

Then I notice half my teammates watching her and likely imagining the same thing. If she was still mine, they’d know better than to look at her like that. Unable to control myself, I make my way across to where they are setting up.

I sneak up behind her, letting my breath skate over her neck, “Congrats, BB, I’m in physical pain.”

She jumps, eyes meeting mine. “Shit, you scared me, Nate.”

I let my hand rest on her hip, and surprisingly, she doesn’t push me away.

She turns toward me, snapping her top straps, making her tits bounce. “Figured you love the color.”

Fuck me, I’m as hard as a field post.

“I more than love it…”

Completely fucking tortured was right.

I can’t stop the memories from flooding straight to my cock.

“I’m so horny, Nate, please,” Berkley begs as she keeps grinding her bathing suit clad ass onto my unbelievably hard cock from where I sit on the captain bench of my boat.

“Baby, you’re literally killing me. Let’s just leave the crowd and find a spot out in the middle of the water.”

She bites her lip, shaking her head and pushing her ass into me again. She’s so fucking hot.

“I don’t want to leave. It’s fun.” She waves out to the crowd of our friends, all partying on one of the little sand bars. “Shit Shoals,” as it’s known to the locals.

“Wow.” by Post Malone starts playing through Graham’s dad’s boat that’s anchored beside me.

Berkley leans up, pulling her bathing suit bottoms over, giving me glimpse of her wet pussy, more brazen than I’ve ever seenher. My cock throbs against my stomach, and I glance down and see the head almost pushing out of the top of my shorts. Berkley sees its too. “No one is paying attention. Let me sit on him, baby,” she says, rubbing her thumb over the head of my dick, loosening the string on my swim trunks.

“Fuck it.” I turn her toward the steering wheel again, freeing my cock but leaving my shorts up. Pushing her bathing suit bottoms over a little more, I run my fingers through her wetness.

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