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My core clenches as I rush toward the edge, eager to find a release. If I don’t, I might just lose my damn mind. Heat spreads through my chest, seeping into my veins and dipping to the edge of my core, and I’m fighting the urge to stop, to give myself abreak in fear of my muscles cramping. But I’m so close. So damn close.
Sinnett surprises me by swiping his thumb over my clit, sending a bolt of electricity across my body. A moan rips through my chest, my pulse thumping at the base of my throat.
“Come onyourcock, Tate,” Sinnett demands, voice raspy. His rhythm doesn’t falter as he continues to meet my thrust, the hair falling in his eyes not a bother to him. “Take all of me because it’s always been yours.I’myours.”
That’s all it takes for me to freefall over the edge, muscles tensing and my back arching. Sinnett’s thumb traces my clit as my hips still, but it doesn’t stop him from falling with me. My limbs feel numb and my head light as the after-effects of the orgasm wash over me.
With a sigh, I slump against Sinnett’s chest, his cock still inside of me.
He smooths down the flyaway hairs around my face and presses a kiss to the top of my head. His smooth skin is slick with sweat, but I couldn’t care less. My focus is on the rhythm of his heartbeat returning to normal, falling in sync with mine, and the comfort his touch brings me.
“I meant what I said, Tate,” Sinnett murmurs above me, stroking my hair. “I’m all yours.”
I manage a smile, blinking through the haze obstructing my vision. My heart slams against my ribcage, realising the depths of his words. This is becoming more than just a casual hook-up to him. He wants more. And I’ll be the first to admit that I’m on the same page.
But our situation is far from normal. One wrong move and this could all blow up in our faces.
Is that something we’re willing to risk?
Despite these fears, it doesn’t deter me from lifting my head and locking eyes with icy blue ones that make me feel like I’mlost at sea. I smile, unable to hide the giddiness overcoming me. Sensing my excitement, Sinnett returns my smile and cups my cheeks, his palms warm and comforting.
“And I’m all yours, Sin.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
SINNETT
It’s been a long ass fucking day. Getting back into my regular training schedule for the week has been difficult, to say the least. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, and both Coach Phil and Todd warned me as much, but my ego was determined to not let it faze me.
Oh, how I was wrong. So fucking wrong.
Muscles I didn’t know existed in my body ache with each step, and my legs don’t feel attached to my torso. The heaviness dragging down my limbs is the equivalent of having cement poured into my veins, making it difficult to move. If it weren’t for the rigorous stretching and cool-down exercises I have to do after each session, I would be as stiff as cardboard.
Despite how exhausted and drained my body feels, I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else with my time. I have lived and breathed rugby for as long as I can remember. There hasn’t been a time when a ball wasn’t in my hands or I haven’t been lacing up my boots. The sport is all I have ever wanted to do, and now that I’ve made it a reality, I never want it to end.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight?” Khai asks from behind me, rubbing a towel over his freshly washed hair.The Lynx deodorant he has been using since we were twelve years old wafts around my head.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to go out before the game tomorrow?” I turn away from my open locker space in the change room to face my best friend, his usual goofy smile locked in place.
He shrugs and wraps the towel around his neck. “It’s never stopped me before.”
“I swear to God, if you’re hungover on the bus down to Wollongong tomorrow, I’ll be pissed.”
Khai waves me off with his hand. “I’m not going to be a drunken fool tonight, don’t worry. Two drinks max.”
“You’ve said that every other time you’ve gone out the night before a game. Two drinks turn into five,” I deadpan. “How you’re not dead on the field, I’ll never know.”
Khai grins and flexes his biceps. “I’m just that fucking good, Sin. I can handle my alcohol, unlike some of us.”
Nico walks past with his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and when he catches Khai watching him, he stops mid-stride, a confused expression slipping over his features.
“What’s going on?” he asks, eyes flicking between me and Khai.
“Khai said you can’t handle your drink,” I offer, biting back a smile. “And for once, I have to agree with him. Although, I don’t think he’s any better.”
“Hey!” Khai and Nico protest at the same time, snapping their eyes to me. I roll my eyes and turn back to my locker. Clothes litter the small space, along with my water bottle and shaker cup with creatine in it. Needing to busy myself, I begin shoving everything in my gym bag while Nico and Khai bicker behind me about where they should go for drinks.
With everything packed away, I pull my phone from the pocket of the athletic shorts I threw on after freshening-up inthe shower, my fingers hovering over the text conversation with Tatum.
