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We’re panting heavily, and our skin is slick. He touches the tip of his tongue to mine, our breaths joining. I don’t know how the fuck I went two years without this. Without him.

“I want you to come with me. Come, Beck.” My hands hold his ass, pulling him into me while my orgasm takes over, and I moan into his mouth. I lick his top lip while I’m coming down and feel him start to come.

“Goddamn, baby. I missed you so much.”

His body is still jerking, which makes my body pulse again.

Neither of us moves as we soak in the last few minutes of this high. His head is next to mine, and I reach up and run my nails through his hair, which makes him shiver.

“I can’t move,” he mumbles.

Laughing, I tug on his hair lightly. “Well, we can’t stay like this forever. I’m starting to get hungry, and I’m sure I need to brush my teeth.”

“I need to eat and probably get more ice on my side, although I think you fucked all the pain out of me, baby,” he says and tickles me below my ribs.

“Don’t make me laugh! You’re literally still inside me, and I just felt your cum drip out.”

Pulling out of me, he rolls over, props his head on one hand, and slides the other down my stomach and in between my legs. With his middle finger, he circles my clit, then moves to my opening and pushes his cum back into me. “There. That’s better.”

“Beck, honestly, I’m going to be a sticky mess!” I reach down and cover his hand with mine, stopping his movement.

He brings his finger that was just inside me to my mouth and wipes it along my bottom lip, then lifts it to his mouth and sucks. “Hmm … my stomach is growling. I might just have you for breakfast.”

“Stop! You’re going to make me blush, and we need to get up. Do you want me to make pancakes? I got that protein pancake mix you guys like. I can add blueberries or something to them if you want.” I push his shoulder softly so I can get out from under the leg he has over me.

“Okay, okay. I can’t move yet, so why don’t you use the bathroom first? Then we’ll go eat and see who else is in the house.” Beck lies back and moves his arms behind his head while he watches me walk to the bathroom. “I’ll never get tired of this view, Boss.”

I look over my shoulder and give him a wink.

I hope I’m not making a mistake here.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

BECKHAM

It’s beena few weeks now since Charlie and I started hooking up again. We haven’t really said anything to anyone, but I know our roommates know. Between the fact that we spend all our free time together, we have been laughing at our inside jokes that no one else gets, and the shit job I’ve been doing of keeping my hands off of her, they know.

We’ve won our last three games, and she’s been there for every one.

I slipped by her and kissed her after our big win yesterday. Instead of facing the onslaught of questions, we got in my truck, and I took my girl to the service road by the tornado siren outside of campus.

Lucky for us, I’d never taken out the blankets and sleeping bags from my summer fishing trip with Casey, so we used those in the truck bed. We watched the stars shine in the big Oklahoma sky, talked about the game and school, and, well, fucked all night.

I can’t get enough of her. I feel like I’m making up for the last two years without her.

When we got home the next morning, no one was awake, so we snuck into my bedroom quietly.

Today, however, it’s back to campus and the real world.

It’s a brutal practice in preparation for the game against our rival this week. My whole body is sore, and I can’t wait to go soak in the ice bath after I shower.

I’m pulling my gear off at my locker when Casey walks over and sits on the bench in front of his locker next to mine.

“So … we gonna talk about it, or are you not going to tell me that you and my sister are back together?”

I knew it was coming, but I really wanted him to be the one to ask. Not because I’m embarrassed or I feel weird about it. Casey knows I love Charlie and never stopped. He also knows the true story of what happened and why I never spoke up when Charlie blamed me. Granted, he didn’t know it was all connected to issues with my mom, but he knew my side—at least as much as I could share at the time.

“Do I need to tell you we’re together? I thought it was pretty obvious,” I say with a smirk.