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I take one between my teeth, biting. Sucking.
My dick pulses, fucking throbs. “Can I come now, gorgeous girl, right here, inside your dripping cunt?”
“Holy…crap,” she wheezes, nodding frantically.
I chuckle, flexing inside her once more, and she groans, whining as I pull free, completely fucking spent. I don’t clean us up but rub the mess all over her ass as I tug her impossibly closer, holding on with everything I’ve got.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper into her neck, my nose trailing along her shoulder. I kiss her there. Slowly. Three times.
“I’m grateful that you’re mine,” I whisper.
She turns just enough to glance back at me, her lashes still heavy, her cheeks flushed and glowing. I meet her eyes and something just…hits.
Clarity, of the sharpest kind.
Like something that’s always been there, finally being heard.
“I love you, Paige.” The words fall out low and jagged, like they’ve been waiting for the right moment to break free, and this is it.
I feel her breath hitch, feel her fingers tighten around mine.
She opens her mouth, but I silence her with a kiss to her lips, then behind her ear as I tug her closer again.
She’s still trembling—or maybe I am, I can’t say for sure, but it doesn’t matter because I said it. Words I wasn’t sure I knew the meaning of.
Words my mother made me question the possibility of.
Words that I have neverevermeant more…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Chase
The locker room is charged, every member of the team fired up for today’s rivalry game against Oregon.
Music blares all around, the bass rattling the bench beneath me as I tape my wrist, only adding to the booming excitement. Laughter and chaos bounce off the walls, and I soak it all in with a fucking smile.
Today, I’m locked in. Ready.
Determined.
“Let’s go, baby!” Brady slaps a helmet against the locker beside mine, grinning like a madman. He starts dancing, shimmying his hips and bumping up on me, snaking an arm around Mason’s neck, and yanking him in when he tries to slip by.
The three of us laugh, popping up and jumping with the beat of the song, singing out the chorus, and the rest of the locker room joins in, turning the place into a mini fucking concert.
It’s electric and the blood in my veins pumps a little faster.
We’ve already warmed up, gone over the game plan for today more times than I can count, run it into the ground this week, and it’s sharp. We’re sharp.
And me? I’ve never been more ready.
That’s the thought that stays with me as we hit the tunnel, running out in a haze of smoke and flashing lights, emerging on the other side of the giant shark’s mouth.
The crowd goes insane, fists pounding, feet stomping, every seat in the house taken for this, and I smirk at the thought.
Brady bends at the knees, roaring into the air as we take the sidelines, waiting to get things going.
I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and then Mason is in front of me, hands slapping on my pads.
