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“Oh fuck.” Nothing could have prepared me for how good taking her bare would feel. I pull out slowly, not wanting to go too fast and have this be over before it even starts, but the slower I go, the harder it is to fight my self-control.

I rock in and out of her, picking up the pace and lifting her hips until she's balancing on the tips of her toes, allowing me to sink in as deeply as possible. I look away from where I’m driving into her, only to catch the way her tits bounce up and down, and fuck, thats not any better for my self control.

She looks up to the ceiling, her hair falling down her back like a waterfall as she screams my name.

I might have only ever felt this through a condom, but I’ll never forget the feeling.

Her tight cunt pulses, squeezing around me, and I know she's about to come.

I pull out, and she screams in frustration.

I spin her around, needing to see her face when I fuck her like this.

Without missing a beat, I fill her right back up, and she grips my cock.

Even if I wanted to pull out now, she wouldn't let me. I hook one of her legs around my waist, and the unfiltered moan she makes tells me I’ve hit a new spot.

I kiss her again, soaking up all of her cries for myself, and she’s right there again.

This time, I pull back just enough to watch her come undone.

Her perfect little cunt squeezes me until I think I’m going to black out, but I focus on the fire in my core as it flexes.

I’m swallowed by her warmth when I bottom out, and I lose my breath as I come inside her.

The feeling, mixed with the thought that I’m the one filling her up right now, makes me possessive and feral.

I close my eyes, kissing the top of her head as I slowly pull out. Her inner thighs drip with a mix of our come. I could get hard again off of that image alone. I drag my middle two fingers up her inner thighs, coating them in our arousal, and she shudders when I push both fingers inside her.

The tile walls are cool, despite the small bathroom filling up with steam.

I pour the liquid body wash into my palm and lather it up before running my hands softly over her body.

I follow the plains of her shoulders, wash down her arms, over her back, and massage gently when I come back up to her breasts.

I take my time, wanting to memorize her body by heart.

I drop down to a knee and scrub my hands down her thighs and calves, gently across her center before doing the other leg.

I stand, getting the globes of her ass on my way.

It’s not sexual, but it’s intimate.

“Sav?”

She looks up at me, eyes brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “Yeah?”

“I don’t want to hide this anymore.”

My heart rate kicks up a beat when she doesn’t immediately respond. My senses are heightened to the point where I can hear every drop of water as it rains down and hits the floor. I open my mouth to—I don’t know? Reassure her? Convince her?

“Okay.”

I exhale the breath I had been suffocating on but keep my eyes trained on her.

“Okay?”

She lays her hands on my chest and her polished nails dig in slightly. I push back her black, soaked hair, turning her to lean back against the wall. She smiles while nodding her head.

“Yeah, Golden Boy. Okay.”

After toweling her off and covering her in my sweats, I drag Savannah into my lap as I sit at the end of the bed.

“What are you thinking?” She asks while combing her fingers through the top of my hair. “I can see those wheels turning.” She taps my forehead, causing me to smile.

“I’m just wondering how you plan on telling your dad.”

“Well, I don’t suggest we go dancing around his office naked.”

I bark out a laugh.

“But, I’ll tell him on Thursday when we have dinner.”

“I don’t want to push you. If you’re not ready… I’m fine staying in the shadows,” I lie, but she claims my lips, shutting me up and taking away some of those worries.

“To be clear, I was never hiding you. ” She bites down on her bottom lip. “I let myself get burned twice, and I promised myself it would never happen again.”

“Tucker?”

She nods her head, looking away, and I know that it must eat at her.

“What happened?”

“He took me out on a few dates, told me how much he liked me, and then told me that I should put in a good word for him to my dad.”

“What?”

“I guess he wasn’t good enough.” She shakes her head, shrugging a shoulder. “I don’t really know. It was enough to piss me off, and then I just never answered his calls or texts again. Honestly, I had forgotten all about him until we saw him in the library that day.”

The way she’s able to completely rid someone from her life is both impressive and terrifying. Someone like Tucker deserves that and more. He wasn’t good enough to get picked up out of high school or another league, so he took the bitch route and tried using her to get to her dad.

My fist bunches around the fabric pooling in her lap, but I breathe through it and ask, “And the other time?”

“High school. My brother and his teammate didn’t get along. At all. ”

“He used you to get on the team, too?”

She shakes her head. “No. He was actually pretty good. He just used me to piss my brother off and taunt him. He’s said some vile things about me mid-game, trying to get Leo to lash out.”

Jesus. No wonder she hates hockey players.

I twist strands of her wet hair around my fingers. “Savannah, you have to know I would never do anything like that.”

“I know.” She nods gently. “I was hesitant to give Tucker a chance to begin with. I guess I just thought since he didn't actually play, there wouldn’t be the same issues. I’ve seen what people will do to be noticed and to get where they want to be.

And I won't hold it against them, but I also won’t stand for it if that’s their choice. ”

“Burning bridges and all that?”

“Kind of. Except I don't need to burn it to ensure I’ll never go back. I’ll just forget it existed altogether.”

I stare down at her lap, trying to figure out if I’m still breathing when I feel the comforting touch of her fingers through my hair.

“But Noah, I’ve never thought you were using me.” She cups my jaw in her other hand and tilts my face until I’m looking up at her. “I just struggled with getting over the idea of putting myself in that position again. It goes against everything that makes me… me.”

I tilt my head, studying her, dragging my palm across her upper back.

“You know, the real reason I don’t like to let people in is because when they disappoint me—or worse—leave, I have to accept that and move on. And I do. But…” Her hair tickles the back of my hand when she shakes her head. “It’s unbearable.”

My throat tightens. I try to swallow the idea of messing up and just being cut from her life, but a heavy exhale escapes me, and I drop my head to her shoulder as it all starts clicking.

Her mouth says she doesn’t want to let people in, so she doesn’t have to cut them out, but I’m hearing she doesn’t want to let someone in because the possibility of losing them is too much for her.

It’s not worth the risk for someone who knows such profound loss.