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“Nate, please,” she moans, pushing herself down onto my fingers. “I’ve never wanted you inside of me so bad before in my life.”

She’s dripping.

I continue holding her bathing suit to the side and pull her down, guiding her onto my waiting cock with my free hand. “That’s it, BB, sit on him. Take him deep into this needy pussy.”

And that she does, moving in tandem with the beat to the music. We both lose sight of everyone around us, too desperate for one another.

“What’s up, stalker boy?” Bellamy interrupts the sexy memory, and Darby chuckles from beside her.

“Hey. I have to say, you have incredible taste.” My eyes don’t leave Berkley, and I wonder if she ever thinks about how bad we had it for each other. “Also, this bikini is doing nothing but adding to my stalker cravings, just FYI.”

Bellamy lets out a laugh. “Smooth, QB,” she retorts over her shoulder before walking away, Darby at her side.

“Yo, come play water volleyball,”Graham calls out from the corner of the pool closest to us.

“You in?” I ask Berkley.

She shrugs like she’s willing to appease me, but she isn’t thrilled about it.

“I call Berkley on my team,” I shout back before turning to her again.

“What better way to torture me than jumping around in the pool in this tiny bikini?”

She rolls her eyes. “You have a point.”

A few minutes into the game, some of our neighbors who play on the basketball team join in.

“I think it's time for me to bow out. Almost everyone out here is at least a foot taller than me. I can barely jump in four feet.” Berkley pouts, and she’s so fucking cute.

“Want to get on my shoulders?” I offer.

“I’ll pass,” she says, but stays in the pool, not giving up yet.

“Fine.”I shrug as an idea forms in my mind. “Graham, set her up,” I call out and look to Berkley. “Just trust me.”

A couple of plays go by before Graham gets a good pass on the second ball and is able to set Berkley up toward the net. I swoop in behind her, lifting her as she jumps, giving her leverage to hit the ball powerfully. Which she does perfectly. I have to force myself to pry my hands from her tight little curves when the play is over.

Her excitement is contagious when she turns around, high-fiving Graham, and then me. That’s when I notice a little nip slip.Fuck me. I gently pull her into me and fix her top. My thumb accidentally brushes over her nipple in the process, and she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Nate, what the hell?” she whisper-hisses.

“Sorry, BB, that itty-bitty bikini slid a little too far to the left.” I try making light of the situation, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

She immediately shifts her eyes to her chest, and I glance over at Graham, who’s turned toward our other teammates.

“It’s all good now. I promise.”

“Did anyone else see?”

“I don’t think so.”I’ll fucking kill them.

“You can’t touch me like that,” she murmurs and makes her way out of the pool.

“I genuinely didn’t mean to.” I follow after her, waving off Graham, who calls after both of us.

She sits down at the table they put their stuff at earlier. “I don’t even mean that.” Shaking her head, she nods to her breast. “I just mean in general.”

Heat fills my veins at the thought of who can touch her that way. “Why, because of him?” I snarl and sit down beside her, moving my chair as close as possible.

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