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His tongue swirled around one of my nipples as his free hand squeezed my other breast.

I started grinding against him, his cock stretching me, claiming me. The heat from the fire made sweat drip down my back.

Matt groaned again. His fingers tightened on my waist and he started guiding me.

Fuck.I tilted my head back. He knew my body so much better than I did.

He moved one of his hands off my hip and his thumb brushed against my clit.

He sat back up, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. And somehow managed to roll us over so that I was on my back now. He thrust into me deeper. Harder. Exactly how I wanted.

My fingers dug into his back as I started to clench around him. “Matt,” I moaned. “Yes! Yes, God!”

He groaned and thrust forward, again and again, emptying himself in me as I gripped him.

Our chests rose and fell as we stared at each other.

I reached up and ran my hand along the scruff on his jawline.

Matthew Caldwell was all mine.

Chapter 46

Saturday – One Week Later

Matt

I kept waiting for someone to pinch me. It felt like I was in a dream. A perfect dream where I had everything in the world I’d ever wanted. I was used to living in hell for the past 16 years.

The wind blew and I closed my eyes. The snow had melted pretty quickly and the weather was unseasonably warm. It felt like fall. And it smelled like fall. It smelled like her.

A chill ran down my spine. I opened my eyes and looked up into the stands of Empire High, expecting to be searching for a ghost.

But Brooklyn wasn’t a ghost.

She was standing there very much alive. Cheering for me in my old jersey.

I blinked and she was still there. All my friends were there too. I was still getting used to seeing them here. They’d avoided Empire High like the plague since graduation. I was the only one that refused to try to move on. And I was so glad I hadn’t.

Jacob was standing on the bleachers cheering like crazy. Even Mr. Pruitt was up there. His crisp suit looked very out of place, but he was cheering along with everyone else.

I waved up to them.

Jacob waved back and Brooklyn blew me a kiss.

I smiled and turned back to the field. I needed to get my head in the game. Because the score was tied and ourdefense was looking sluggish. If this went to overtime, we’d be screwed. And we hadn’t been winning all season just to lose the championship game.

It was fourth down and we were only two yards away from a touchdown.

“What do you think?” Kennedy asked. “I don’t think we’ll win if it goes to overtime. Our D is depleted.”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

“Same,” Nigel said and handed me a champagne flute full of water.

I shook my head. Always with the glassware on the field. It was probably a hazard. But the coach across the field looked very perplexed by it. I had a feeling that Nigel was secretly just very good at psychological warfare.

“We need to blitz,” Nigel said. “And huddle. Probably a safety or two. Oh, what about a squib kick?”

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