Page 67 of Replay

Nate

Dancing with Berkley feels like old times. The feeling of her body against mine consumes me. Every slide of her ass, every laugh, every gentle touch drives me fucking wild.

I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and I keep having to think of the time a dirty jock strap was being thrown around the locker room and hit me right in the face to stop myself from coming in my pants.

Not sure how much longer that’s going to work with the way her ass keeps rutting into me.

“BB, you’re going to have to stop that,” I growl through Berkley’s blonde hair into her ear. “You forget I know what your ass looks like when I’m hitting it from this angle, and right now, I’m trying my best not to think about that.”

She bites her lip, looking over my shoulder, purposefully grinding into my cock. I don’t miss the way her eyes roll back before she closes them.

“I know you remember, too,” I whisper.

Giving me a break, she turns around and dances in front of me against Bellamy, but never takes her blue eyes off mine. Then she leans closer, her lips just barely touching my ear, “I remembereverything.”

My hands find her hips, and I smile. Her admittance has my insides flip-flopping, especially when she was denying that just a few weeks ago.

God, this feels good; it feels likeus.

She bounces between Bellamy and Darby, each time making her way back to me. I love seeing her have fun like this. When we were younger, I would literally sit and watch her do anything. As long as she had a smile on her face, I was content.

“I can’t take my eyes off you,” I whisper the next time she steps in front of me, swaying her hips.

She surprises me, turning and slinging her arms around my neck. The smirk on her pretty face makes my knees weak.

“That was the goal, Outlaw.”

“Oh yeah?”

Biting that damn lip again, she nods toward the small alcove in the back of the VIP section. “I want to see something.”

She moves her hand down, slipping it into mine, where it fits so effortlessly. My heart races like she’s asking me to jump off a cliff with her.

I’d dive headfirst if she asked me to.

Once we’ve made our way over, I purposefully sit first so I can pull her onto my lap. Her hands fall to my chest as she looks down at me. “What did you want to see, BB?”

“A truth for a truth?” she asks, trailing her finger down my tattooed arm.

I swallow, not sure where this is going, but I nod anyway. I’m ready to give anything to her.

“Why did Willow say I needed to take a closer look at the locket on your tattoo?”

Dammit, Will.

Without hesitation, I twist my arm so my forearm is facing up. Berkley trails her fingertip over the inked skin there.

She gasps, pushing to stand between my legs and picking up my arm like she’s trying to make sure she’s seeing it correctly.

Her eyes blink rapidly, and I see the emotion pouring into them. “When did you get this?”

“Spring semester of freshmen year over several sessions.”

She closes her eyes, head shaking. “I just don’t understand.”

I pull her back onto my lap and kiss the lone tear that slips onto her cheek. “You were burned into my very core, and when I wasn’t with you, I felt you here.” I press her hand into my chest, right over my heart. “So, it only made sense to have a piece of you where I could see it any time.”

“In my journal that day, I wrote: In another life, I’d come back as an octopus, and you’d be the treasure I’d find and keep forever.” Berkley clenches my shirt like she’s not only holding on to me, but to every word I’m speaking.

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