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“Me too. Best day ever.”

A giggle spills out, and he thrusts into me from below, setting me off like a fucking firework. I was teetering on the edge, but all it took was a deep stroke, and I’m seeing stars.

“I’m gonna blow right inside you. You want that? Huh? You want my cum, dirty girl?”

I spread my legs wider and reach behind me, massaging his balls in my palm. “I’m feeling greedy. Blow, baby.”

On a deep roar that I’m certain his neighbors hear, Jack spills inside me. Last night, I could feel his release, but as the sun rises behind me and casts an orange glow into his bedroom, my body heats at the way he fills me up so well.

“Jesus Christ.” Jack’s forehead falls against my chest. “You think you’re greedy? I’ll never get enough of you.”

“Thanks. Well played,”I say, shaking Casey Robinson’s hand.

“You too, Hart. You’re hoping for a place in the World Cup squad, right?” Cleveland’s goalkeeper asks. Robinson has been to more major tournaments than I can recall.

I nod and adjust my stance, taking some of the pressure off my knee. Securing the win against the top of the league has left me more than just a little exhausted. Although I’m not sure how much of that is due to the three hours of sleep I got last night.

“Yeah. Fingers crossed I make it.”

“Well, let’s put it this way: they’d be crazy not to select you.”

“Hey there. Back off my girl, all right?” Jenna throws an arm around my shoulders and drags me away from Robinson. “Find your own center back,” she calls behind her, giggling all the way.

I shake my head and chuckle. “So possessive.”

Releasing me and jogging over to her goal, she picks up her towel and water bottle and makes her way back. “How was last night?”

I narrow my eyes at her in question. “You saw me last night.”

She squirts water into her mouth and seals the cap on her bottle, grinning. “Yeah, but I’m fairly certain you weren’t sporting a Jack stamp when I last saw you.”

“Oh fuck.” My face flames as my hand darts up to my neck, tracing the mark he left.

“I mean, I thought you had a little more pep this afternoon.” She steps forward, her blue eyes glittering with mischief. “Now I know why. Was he amazing? I imagine he was.”

I turn and head for the locker room as the crowd around us fully disperses. “I’m not talking about it.”

Jenna throws her head back like a child. “Oh, come onnnn. I’d spill on Lee.”

I nudge her and laugh. “Oh, I bet you would.”

Catching my hand in hers, Jenna stops me just before we push through the door. “Seriously though, Hart, you’re smiling. You look happy.”

For once in my life, I don’t try to hide it. “Yeah, I am.”

She beats her boot against the designated mat. “Does this mean things are … more permanent?”

I roll my lips together, uncertainty combining with unease. “I don’t know what we are. Things are kind of blurry right now.”

Jenna’s shoulders drop. “Have you spoken?—”

“Miller, can I borrow you for a second, please?” Coach’s voice cuts her short.

With one last glance my way, Jenna takes off in the opposite direction, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

The locker room door flies open, and my captain stands with my cell in her hand. “Hart, your phone won’t stop ringing.”

I immediately panic, thinking something happened to Jack at practice. My pulse rate slows when I seeOllieacross the screen.