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The head of his erection enters me, and my breath catches as he pushes in. We’ve never done it like this before. Sure, he’s been behind me on the bed, but never standing like this. It doesn’t feel as deep, but more like a tease. He slowly moves in and out, and when I turn my head to look at him, he’s watching our bodies come together.

“Fuck, baby. This is so hot. I’m not going to last long like this. Does it feel good? I’m about to lose it,” he says as he gazes at me with a feral look in his eye.

My words are stuck, so I just nod. I feel like I might cry, which makes no sense, and I’m slightly embarrassed. I cannot start crying while we’re having sex. He must sense it—of course he does—because he gives me a soft smile and moves his hand on my breast to my jaw and pulls me toward him.

He places the softest kiss on my lips before saying, “I just want to stay here. Right in this moment with you.”

This time, I can’t help it, and a tear drops down my cheek. I kiss him with a smile on my lips, and I feel him smile back while our lips meet.

“Always, Beck. Always with you.”

Pumping into me deeper now, he picks up his pace while holding my hips. Our eyes are still locked as we fuck. We know we don’t have much alone time left, and our urgency grows to a boiling point. It’s getting faster and more frantic. My legs are starting to shake from trying to stay in this position, but I need to come, and I’m afraid if we stop to shift positions, I’ll lose it. So, I keep one hand planted on the glass, and with my other hand, I reach down to play with my clit.

“Oh fuck. You playing with your pussy, Boss? That’s it. Keep stroking it while I go deeper. You feel so good, baby. Are you getting close? I can’t hold it much longer. You feel too good.” His breathing is ragged now, and he’s ready to lose control.

“Ye-yesss … go a little deeper. I’m almost there,” I pant.

“Fuck yes! Motherfucker …”

He groans out his release, and he squeezes my hips so hard that he might leave bruises. I hope he does because this is … hot.

He’s lost in his release when I explode. White-hot shots of pleasure seep into every nerve in my body. My clit pulses under my fingertips, and I feel like my core is pulling Beckham inside me even more.

I don’t know if sex with him is so good because it’s us or if it’s because it’s been so long since we were together. Or since I’ve been with anyone really. Either way, I’m here for it.

My head leans on the glass as I come down.

I can still feel him pulsing inside me when he places a kiss behind my ear and says, “Us. Always us,” like he read my mind.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

BECKHAM

This week isour game against our rival, Chandler State. Because our games got to the point of violence and campus destruction in the past, we can’t play this game on either campus. We play in a stadium that is considered neutral territory between our campuses. It’s a huge event that is really similar to a playoff game. This game holds a lot of stakes, and it usually predicts who will win the division championship.

Our bus arrives at the stadium. Casey and I always sit together on the bus, so we walk together to the locker room, both with our headphones on. My head is down and bobbing to my hype playlist when I feel Casey nudge me with his elbow. I look up at him, and he tilts his head to the side, where we see Charlie standing with Arbor and Lily. We’re not really supposed to break the line, but Coach is so far ahead that he won’t notice me run over to her.

When I reach her, she’s smiling with a slight hint of pink on her cheeks.

“Hey,” she says loud enough over the crowd cheering for us. “You look good, Linson. That suit really works for me.”

Arbor and Lily laugh next to us, and I look at them and nod.

“Ladies, thanks for coming out today. Charlene, you look like … mine.” My eyes widen at the number on the front of her jersey. “Turn around. Whose name is on your back?”

“Well, you see … I have this one jersey that I usually wear—you know, with my name on it. But the girls thought maybe this one was more appropriate for tonight. What do you think?” She bites her lip and then turns around, moving her hair to the side to show me my name on her back, and she looks at me over her shoulder with a smile.

I grasp her elbow and turn her back around. Leaning in, I kiss her on the lips and whisper, “When we get home, you’re wearing that jersey while I fuck you.”

“Promise?” she asks.

Nodding, I pull her into me and kiss her again quickly, knowing I need to get into the locker room.

Casey is standing near us and shouts, “Linson, let’s go. Bye, ladies. We’ll see you later, I’m sure.”

Arbor and Lily giggle and wish him luck as he starts to walk away.

Charlie pushes my chest to encourage me to start to move. “Go win me a game, Linson. And if you do, you’ll get a prize when you get home later.”