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“Giving you a blow job.” She shoots me a look. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t had one before.”

“Well, yeah,” I run my hand through my hair and add, “but I’m pretty fucking sure you haven’t given one.”

“I haven’t,” she admits. “Do you not want one?”

“Baby girl, every man always wants a blow job.”

She snorts.

I narrow my eyes. “What?”

“That’s exactly what Nadia and Twyler said.”

I roll my eyes because those two. “What’s this about?”

“I may not be your girlfriend,” she says, “but the things you do to me, like today in the supply closet.” Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. “I want to do the same thing for you.”

“Sex isn’t transactional, Shelby. I did that for you because I like to make you feel good, not because I expect something in return.”

I don’t add the selfish reason that I like to be the onemakingher feel good.

“I know. This is about new things, right? Exploring all that stuff I never got to do before–all the things I want to do before I go back home.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And one of those is sucking my cock?” Her nose wrinkles, horrified by my choice of words. “Look, if you can’t handle the talk, then you can’t handle having me in your mouth.”

“I can handle it,” she says, chin lifting defiantly. Fuck, I want those lips around me, but only if she’s sure. “And I want to. Just like I want to wear this shirt. I like it. It makes me feel like I belong, like I’m just part of the group.”

“That, I understand.” It’s all I’ve strived for my entire life–a sense of belonging. “And you are part of the group. You’re not just Axel’s little sister. You’re a cool girl who came into town and blew us all away. You’ve got a job and although you still need a coat, your style has improved drastically.”

She grins. “Thank you.”

My eyes dart to her mouth, then back up. “You’re also sexy as fuck, Shelby, and thinking about you taking me in your mouth almost made my brain shut off. Don’t underestimate yourself and the power you have over men.” I swallow. “Especially me.”

“I won’t.” I hold out my hand, giving her the chance to get up off her knees, but she pushes it aside. I watch as she runs her hands down my abdomen, stomach dipping, until she’s freed me from the confines of my shorts and has me in her grip. There’s no time to even blink before she’s let her tongue dart out to taste the tip.

“Shit, Shelby.” She’s tentative, but that only makes it sexier, feeling her hot breath against my skin. Cupping my hand behind her neck, I stroke her skin in encouragement. “You good?”

“Yes,” she says, gripping the base of my cock in her hand. “What should I do?”

“Keep doing that. Whatever. Lick me.” Her tongue touches me again, this time swiping under the ridge of the head. My hips rise off the couch, and I tighten my grip on her neck. My touch seems to embolden her, and she opens her mouth, taking me in. Her tongue flattens underneath, lathing me with warm, wet, heat.

“How deep can you take me?” She looks up at me with wide blue eyes and takes me further. Sweat slides down my back. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

A grin tugs at her lips, and Shelby’s naivety seems to vanish in the moment, her confidence rising with every bob of her head. She’s got me teetering on the edge, my balls tightening, hips thrusting. “G,” I nudge her chin, “I’m close.”

I’m past close.

My hips jerk and I can tell she’s not going to back off, so I do it for her, pulling her up and crashing her mouth to mine. My release spills, hot and slippery, down the side of my shaft. I taste myself on her tongue–taste myself inside of her—and my already hammering heart threatens to break free from my ribs.

Releasing her, I shudder out a deep breath and she rocks back on her heels. I study her, lips puffy and swollen, still wearing that jersey that rises and falls as she catches her breath.

She breaks first, grabbing a towel hanging nearby and offering it to me. Once I clean up, I crook my finger and say, “Come here.” She curls into my side, splaying her hand over my stomach. “I meant what I said earlier tonight. You’re gorgeous and,” I kiss her on the temple, “you’re really good at making me feel good. Thank you.”

She grins, and my heart stumbles, feeling all kinds of ways that I didn’t plan for. All kinds of ways I shouldn’t, but I’m too happy to care.

“Remember,”Jane, the PR coordinator stands in front of the big screen coach used to show us film, “even though there’s no game on the schedule, Wittmore’s Badger Family Day on Saturday is mandatory.”

For once no one argues about having to participate in a charity event. Why would they? Providing a day for foster kids to learn to skate and play a bunch of games? It’s all a good time.