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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

KAMRYN

I ’ve somehow convinced my sister to go to a club with me tonight. It was nothing short of a miracle. She was shaken after leaving Tanner’s house for the first time since the breakup, but I threw her in the shower, put her in some sexy clothes, and made her take two shots of vodka to loosen her up. I wouldn’t take no for an answer. She can’t stay home and cry every night.

We’re meeting Vance, Daylen, and a few of the other guys from the Camels. They have a new teammate, Champ Williamson, who was just traded to Philly. They want to introduce him to new people. I’ve seen pictures of him. He’s gorgeous. He looks sort of like Odell Beckham, Jr. It’s unlikely that Bailey is ready for a hookup, but I’m still holding out hope.

As we walk out of our apartment for the evening, we hear loud moaning coming from Justin’s apartment. I snap my head to Bailey. “Do men moan loudly when they’re jerking off?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Why do you assume he’s jerking off? Maybe he’s in there with a woman.”

“A woman? He never leaves his apartment. Do you know why gingers burn so easily? ”

She shakes her head. “I don’t, but I’m sure you’ll tell me why.”

“It’s nature’s way of telling them they should remain indoors.”

She giggles, but it’s interrupted by the loud moan of a woman coming from his apartment.

I gasp. “Maybe he’s murdering her. He’s sweet, but lots of serial killers were sweet in their real lives.”

As if on cue, we hear Justin groaning, “Right there, Trisha. So good.”

My chin practically falls to the floor as I point to myself. “I set them up. I didn’t know they hit it off. He was tight-lipped about it. I assumed that meant nothing came of it.”

I’ve achieved one of the greatest miracles of the century. I got ginger Justin Bieber laid. I can’t help the big grin on my face.

Bailey wraps her arm around me. “You did good, little sis.”

“Do you know why gingers—”

“Quit while you’re ahead, Kam,” she interrupts.

I laugh. “Will do.”

We’re in the Uber on our way to the club when she says, “I forgot to tell you about my meeting with Reagan Daulton the other day.”

The morning before she went skydiving and then the big breakup, she was summoned to Reagan’s office without any explanation. With the emotions of her breakup, I forgot all about the meeting.

“Oh, right. What did she want?” I ask.

She nods toward the driver before leaning over and quietly saying, “She asked me not to tell anyone,” a rule which has never applied to us, “but she’s thinking about bringing a new basketball franchise to Philly.”

“Oh cool. More women’s sports. That’s awesome.”

She claps her hands excitedly. “I know. It will be great. It sounds like she’d rather wait another year to do it, but if she does it now, she automatically gets the first pick in the upcoming draft.”

I nod in realization. “Sulley O’Shea?”

She smiles. “Yep.”

Sulley O’Shea is what the social media world would call a femininomenon. Kind of a superstar female phenom. She’s a college basketball player who’s breaking all kinds of records, bringing never-before-seen attention to the sport. Women’s college basketball is beating men’s college basketball in television ratings thanks to her. She’s become a media darling and the face of the sport. It seems like people are hopeful that when she enters professional basketball, it will boost the women’s league tremendously. She’s basically a marketing goldmine, and I’m sure every single team is dying to draft her. I understand Reagan wanting to change her timeline just to draft Sulley.

“That would put the team on the map right away. Why did she confide in you?”

“She’s concerned that Sulley is a small-town girl and Philly will be intimidating for her. She’s coming to visit in a few weeks. She thought with my basketball background and the fact that I’m a new athlete in Philly, I should be the one to show her around.”

I smile. “That’s a nice compliment to you, Bails. She’s putting a lot of faith in you.”

Bailey’s face beams. “I know. She offered to pay me, but I declined.”

“Why the hell would you decline money?”

She scrunches her face. “What if Sulley found out I was paid to spend time with her? She’d be hurt. Isn’t showing someone new around town simply the right thing to do?”

Have I mentioned that my sister is the best person I know?

I wrap my arm around her and pull her close. “You’re right. I learn how to be a better person from you every day. I love you.”

She giggles. “I learn from you every day too. For example, this morning you taught me the super useful fact that farts travel at seven miles per hour. I can honestly say I had never given any thought to how fast farts can travel.”

We both laugh. I offer, “Want another lesson?”

She nods.

“Female dragonflies are known to often fake their own death to avoid sex with male dragonflies.” In a squeaky voice, I say, “Oh no, here comes Chad, I need to play dead.” I close my eyes and let my head fall to the side with my tongue hanging out of the corner, feigning death.

Bails laughs uncontrollably as the Uber pulls up to the club. I’m so happy to see her smiling.

I’m looking forward to seeing the guys. It’s been a few weeks. I’m both excited and nervous for Cheetah to get home tomorrow, so a few drinks and a good time tonight will hopefully settle my nerves. We talk all the time, but I’m not sure where we stand. I know that I missed him more than I thought would be possible.

Despite the long line out front, the rope is lifted for us and we’re shown right into the club. Bailey and I have never once waited in line at a club or bar in our entire lives. We stopped getting carded at sixteen. The simple fact is that clubs like having attractive women in them. Being twins only ups the ante. Men are always fascinated with twins. I think it plays into some weird fantasies. We unashamedly take advantage of it.

We walk in and head straight to their normal booth. It’s always flanked by security, but all those guys know me by now and allow us to pass straight through.

I hear Daylen’s booming voice before I see him. The man has no volume control. He loudly says, “When a woman looks at you and puts her hair in a ponytail, there’s only one of two things about to happen. If you’re not sure which one it is, run.”

I hear all the guys laughing as they notice us approaching. I smile as I nod in agreement. “That’s a true statement.”

Daylen winks. “It’s Cheetah’s Kam. Happy you made it.”

“I’m no one’s Kam.” I look at Vance. “How’s grumpy pants tonight? ”

Daylen answers, “I think he has his man period. He’s man struating.”

I laugh while Vance gives him the finger. The two of them are like the odd couple, though I never see one without the other.

We’re introduced to Champ, who is even more attractive in person. Bailey sits next to him, and they start chatting right away. At least ten girls approach him, but he doesn’t give them the time of day, seemingly engrossed in all things Bailey. Initially, I think all hope for her isn’t lost, but it doesn’t take long for me to realize that Champ is gay. I don’t know why, but my gaydar is always spot on. I’m never wrong.

So much for Bailey getting action tonight. She’s blissfully ignorant though, seeming to enjoy her conversation with him. Her being social is a win, so I’m saying nothing.

Some skanky girl starts throwing herself at Vance. I can tell he’s not interested so I purposely spill my drink on her. I never see him with women. The other guys indulge and bask in the adoration of the woman throwing themselves at them, but Vance never does. He’s not gay, I can tell. He’s an interesting dude. I wonder what his story is.

Bailey and Champ leave the table to dance. He’s putting a smile on her face. That’s all I care about. They’re laughing and dancing up a storm on the dance floor. It warms my heart to see her like this after the week she’s had.

My Bailey stalking is interrupted by Vance, who asks, “Have you been watching the Spring Training games? Your boy toy got off to a slow start, but he’s ramping it up just in time for the season.”

It’s true. Cheetah was terrible for their first few games but is doing well now. “I have. They’re going to have a good season. I can feel it.”

Daylen scratches his head. “Speaking of feeling, I have a lesbian question for you.”

I roll my eyes. This routine from men is getting old. “I’m not a lesbian, André the Giant. ”

The guys all laugh hysterically. Even Vance smiles. “Holy shit, I’m calling you André the Giant from now on. Ha! It’s perfect.”

André the Giant was a famous wrestler in the eighties, though most women know him as the giant from the movie Princess Bride . The man stood at over seven feet tall, weighed more than five hundred pounds, and could barely string together two sentences.

Daylen bites back his smile. “That’s a good one. Seriously, I have a question about beaver bumping.”

The corners of my mouth raise in amusement. “Ask away, André. I’m here for your education and amusement.”

He wiggles his big, meaty fingers. “Would you consider lesbians with fat fingers to be well hung?”

The guys all laugh again. They’re idiots. I’m over this scene. I miss Cheetah and his clever sense of humor.

Bailey and Champ eventually return. I see the drinks are getting low, and the waitress is nowhere to be found. I need a break from them, so I offer to go buy a round. It will give me fifteen minutes to breathe.

I manage to talk the bartender into giving me a tray. I’m carefully placing it on our table when a familiar scent invades my nostrils. Warmth, familiarity, and a sense of calm blanket me. I know he’s here before he whispers into my ear, “Want to play Titanic ?”

I have to bite back my smile and calm myself from the fact that I’m so fucking happy right now. I answer, “Fine, but I’m going be the iceberg this time, and you’re going to be the ship that goes down.”

I feel him silently laughing as I turn around in his arms and look into his gorgeous blue eyes. I have to hold back my tears. I’ve missed him so damn much.

He’s in jeans and a blue button-down shirt. His skin is sun-kissed from being in Florida for the past month. His scruff is more overgrown than how he normally keeps it. He looks edible.

He grabs my ass and pulls my body flush to his before explaining that their final game for tomorrow was rained out, so he hightailed it to the airport to come home early.

I narrow my eyes at him. “How did you know where I was?”

He runs his tongue along his lower lip. “Find My iPhone.”

“Stalker.” I may have made him add me to his Find My iPhone when we went to Jamaica. It was my first time out of the country, and I was reading too many articles on sex trafficking.

He winks at me. “Don’t lie to yourself. You get off on me stalking you.”

True. I totally do.

We engage in a little of our normal banter, but my head is spinning with just how happy I am that he’s back. Dr. Pearl thinks I’m more into him than I’m allowing myself to admit. At this moment, I’m thinking she may be right.

Finally, after five long weeks, his lips meet mine. A sense of contentment I’ve never known floods through my body.

Uncaring where we are and who’s watching, I thread my fingers through his silky hair and deepen the kiss. Our tongues meet, and I can’t contain my moan.

I want him. No, it’s more than want. I need him.

Completely absorbed in the moment and forgetting where I am, my hands begin to undo his belt buckle. I’m about to unzip his jeans when everyone at the table starts whistling and making all kinds of noises.

Whoops .

We reluctantly break our lips apart but don’t otherwise move away from each other. I need his body on mine. In mine.

I smile into his mouth. “I think you were the last to arrive tonight, kitten. You know what that means.”

His smile matches mine. “I’ve got a good one for you. The clitoris is made up of the same tissue as a penis. It expands and engorges when aroused, so technically women get erections too.”

I nod in acknowledgment of the throb currently taking place between my legs. “That makes sense for what I’m feeling right now. ”

His lips and nose tickle my cheek as he breathes, “Let’s get out of here, Kam bam.” I can feel the desire pouring from him. He’s been missing me as much as I’ve missed him.

I want to leave with him, but I’m not sure I can abandon my sister in her time of need. All the guys at this table are good ones and will look out for her, but I still feel bad.

I turn my head around. Daylen mouths, “It’s okay. We’ve got her. Go.”

I look at Bailey. “We’re going to take off. Are you okay to get home?” I silently communicate that I’ll stay if she needs me.

She happily encourages me to leave while Champ offers to see her home.

Cheetah grabs my hand and pulls me through the hordes of people while growling, “I need you naked. Stat.”

“I can get on board with that plan.” I smile. “Should I take my clothes off here?”

He chuckles as we finally make our way out to the street. The air of the unseasonably warm spring night hits me. Or maybe it’s the heat of my desire for him currently causing my body temperature to rise.

Fuck, we need a cab or an Uber. We can’t walk to either of our places from here. It’s too far. Ugh. It’s going to delay things. I can’t wait any longer. Maybe we should go back inside and fuck in the bathroom. Or maybe we’ll just fuck in the cab.

As I’m scanning the street for cabs, I notice a giant boat with wheels parked right in front of the club. The side of it reads Ride the Ducks, and there’s a huge smiling duck painted on it and he looks like he’s swimming.

The driver nods at Cheetah. “Your chariot awaits, sir.”

I look at him. “What in the fuck is this?”

“It’s the Ride the Ducks vehicle. It’s a car and a boat all in one. They used to tour people around Philly in these until about eight years ago when they shut down. A guy I knew bought one of the boats. I called him before my plane took off and rented it for the evening. It goes on land and sea. We’ll create our own Luminous Lagoon.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “I do like the motion of your ocean. Is your vessel full of seamen?”

He laughs. “No, but I am. A lot of it. Let’s get you to the water so I can make you all wet.”

I run my nails across his scruff. “Oh, kitten, I’m most definitely already wet.”

I grab his hand and run it under my short skirt until he feels my drenched panties.

He moans out, “Fuuuck.”

I nod. “Fucking sounds good. Let’s do that.”

I giggle as he quickly scoops me into his arms, and we board the weird truck/boat. This thing is wild. I’ve never seen anything like it. It looks like it would have fit about twenty people in its heyday, which is long past.

His friend disappears into the front, which is in a makeshift cabin. I don’t think he can see us back here since we can’t see him, but I don’t really care one way or the other. We’re gonna fuck on this thing whether it’s in front of an audience or not.

As we ascend the steps, I notice there are piles and piles of blankets and pillows. In fact, it’s a fort. I look at him. “I recognize this handiwork. Is this a Gonzales nudist fort native to Galveston, Texas?”

His dimples make an appearance as he sets me on my feet. You can barely see them through his scruff, but they’re there. Fuck, I’ve missed those dimples. “It sure is. You know the rules. You can’t go in until you drop your clothes onto the floor. All of them.”

“No problem.” Uncaring that there may be a few prying eyes as the boat on wheels begins its journey down the street, I make very quick work of my skirt, top, and undergarments until I’m completely naked.

Cheetah simply watches as I do so while the bulge in his jeans gets bigger and bigger. He shakes his head. “My spank bank does not do you justice. You. Are. Perfection.” He very obviously and purposefully adjusts himself. “My weapon of mass titillation is about to reach its intended target.”

I make a bit of a show of crawling into the fort, wiggling my ass along the way. “If you want me to ride your sturdy stallion, you better take off your clothes too.”

Once I reach the middle of the fort, I sit, leaning back on my hands, as I wait for him. He reaches into his pocket and throws at least ten condoms into the fort. I look up at him. “How long did you rent this for?”

He chuckles as he removes his clothes. “Just making sure we’re covered. Unless you don’t want to use condoms. I’d be game for that.”

I mouth, “Never.” He knows I’ll never have sex without a condom.

He nods in understanding of my hard line in the sand. “I have it through sunrise. I thought it would be cool to sleep out here and watch the sunrise on the water.” He points to the side of the fort. “This fort has windows.”

Hmm. Look at that. The sides have small openings so we can see out. He put real thought into the design.

He smiles as he crawls naked into our fort. He’s so hot. I’m aching to feel his bare body on mine.

In five more seconds, I get what I want as he falls on top of me between my legs. I nearly weep, I’m so happy right now. Just the skin-to-skin contact is the breath of fresh air I didn’t know I needed.

It suddenly occurs to me that the last time we were like this, I was an asshole. He senses where my head is. “It’s in the past, Kam bam. Let it go. I have.” He groans as his cock runs through my center. “Fuck, I’ve missed intimacy.”

“You didn’t…”

His eyes meet mine as he shakes his head. “No, Kamryn, I didn’t. You’re the only one I want. It’s okay if you did. We made no promises to each other. I made my choice for me. I had no expectations—”

“There was no one,” I interrupt. I tilt my chin toward the sky and blow out a breath. “I…umm…couldn’t. I didn’t want to.” My eyes meet his again. “Well, I wanted to, but not with anyone but you.”

He smiles as his lips meet mine. I happily welcome his tongue into my mouth, savoring the taste I’ve missed for five long weeks.

The kiss escalates quickly as our weeks of frustration reach a boiling point. I roll us over so I’m on top. I want to take in our scenery when I bounce on top of him all night.

I reach down and run my hand up and down his velvety length. His hands freely roam my body before landing on my breasts. He loves playing with my nipples. It’s an erogenous zone for me, so I more than welcome it.

My body is overheated, but the truck/boat has begun to move, causing a cool breeze to whip through our fort. There’s something so erotic about the hot and cold dichotomy.

He lifts his head and takes my hardened nipple into his warm, wet mouth. His bare cock runs through my pussy again. I think we both moan at the same time.

He breathes, “Fuck, Kam bam, I love how wet you get for me.”

In the most desperate sound that has ever escaped my mouth, I say, “My pussy is weeping for you. I need to sit on your beard. Please. I want it.”

He lays back down and motions his fingers in a come-hither manner. “Siéntate en mi cara.” Sit on my face . He licks his lips. “Este gatito necesita probar tu dulce cono.” This kitten needs to taste your sweet pussy .

Grabbing my hips to help me, he pulls me until I’m situated on his mouth. His beard scratches along my most intimate region. Oh god, that’s good. He takes it a step further by rubbing his beard all around, covering himself in my juices.

So. Fucking. Hot .

His tongue slides in and out of me as he mumbles, “I missed your taste.”

“I missed your tongue.”

He teases me, knowing my body so well. I’m kind of sitting there enjoying what he’s doing to me when he loudly mumbles into me, “Rebota en mi cara.” Bounce on my face .

I don’t need much more of an invitation than that. I move up and down on his tongue while his thumb finds my clit, knowing exactly how I like to be touched. He gives me everything I need, as always. He’s so in tune with my body. He’s a maestro, and I’m his instrument.

I’m practically fucking his face, so desperate for a non-self-induced orgasm. It’s not long before I explode all over him. He licks around and savors every last drop.

I immediately slide down his body and lick all over his beard. I love tasting me on him. There’s something so sensual about it.

He sits up and begins to kiss me again. It’s hungry. We’re all tongues and teeth. Neither of us can get enough of the other.

His hands run up my body as the kiss breaks, and he looks into my eyes with an intensity that’s almost too much, but I don’t pull away.

He breathes, “Tell me what you need. Use your words.”

I search for something sassy to say, but only honesty meets my lips. “You, kitten. I just need you.”

I reach for a condom. I experience a brief moment of wanting to feel him inside me with nothing between us, but I think better of it. It’s not something I do. This is already more intense than I’ve ever felt before. I can’t give any more than I already am.

I open it and then roll it down his perfect cock. I ache for him on a level I’m having a hard time understanding, but I’m trying not to get too much in my head. Neither of us have had sex in a month. We’re horny. Plain and simple. At least that’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t jump out of this weird-as-fuck vehicle.

He lifts my hips and places his tip at my entrance before pulling me all the way down onto him .

It knocks the breath from my lungs. Holy shit. Did I revirginize after five weeks of no sex? Is that a thing? He feels so fucking big. I’m so fucking full of him.

He stills inside me. Our mouths are nearly touching. Our ragged breath becomes one. He visibly swallows as his blue eyes practically stare into my soul. “It’s like I can’t get close enough to you.”

I feel down to the spot where our bodies join. “We’re as close as two people can be.”

“And yet it’s still not close enough.”

Feeling the same way, I whisper, “Cruz.”

He whispers back, “Kamryn.”

I’m teetering on the edge of freaking out and letting myself go when the vehicle makes some kind of loud mechanical noise and then drops a few feet. It causes his dick to push hard inside me. I think my eyes momentarily roll to the back of my head as my stomach clenches, and I let out a loud moan.

We turn and look out our makeshift fort windows to realize that we’re now on the water. “Holy shit.”

He smiles. “I told you it was also a boat.”

“My below deck is feeling pretty good and wet right now.”

“So is my hull.” He squeezes my tits while asking, “Do you want me on your bow?” He then squeezes my ass. “Or your stern?”

“Why choose? But I know I need to start moving to both the port,” I move my hips to the left, “and starboard,” I move my hips to the right, “sides to enter the rough seas that I like.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Here’s to not-so-smooth sailing.”

I smile. “Anchor’s away.”

I begin my slow movements as I rock on top of him. It’s only been a minute, and I can already feel my insides coiling with uncontrollable pleasure.

My fingernails dig into his broad shoulders as his big hands cover my back. This isn’t just physical for me. There are so many emotions flowing through me right now .

He then slides his fingers through mine as we continue to stare at each other. It seems so simple, yet I don’t think I’ve ever held a man’s hands while I’m riding him.

He encourages me to lean all the way back. It feels like I’m falling, yet I completely trust that he won’t let me do so.

I arch my back as his hands move to the spot between my wrists and forearms. Gripping me tightly while holding me in place, he thrusts into me over and over. He keeps my back hovering just above his legs.

I might be on top, but I’m totally at his mercy. As always, he doesn’t let me down.

“Alguien te ha follado así alguna vez?” Has anyone ever fucked you like this?

I shake my head and whimper, “No.”

For the first time while on top, I completely give up control. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I wanted to.

“Está bien romperse. Choca por mí. Déjalo ir.” It’s okay to break. Crash for me. Let go.

And I do.

I’m awakened by the sounds of multiple female voices, but my eyes are still closed, not wanting to open them to the bright morning lights. I can feel and smell that I’m wrapped in Cheetah’s arms. If I dreamed last night, I don’t want to wake up.

It was amazing. We kept going at it over and over. I swear the man has endless boners and stamina.

“You two have been a very nauti buoy and a nauti gull.”

I hear the females all giggling. I finally peel my eyes open to see Reagan Daulton’s smiling face standing over us. Next to her is an attractive blonde woman who resembles Reagan but with huge green eyes, and a shorter brunette with the same green eyes.

I look around. The pillows of our fort have collapsed so I can see where we are. We’re still on the truck/boat under a bevy of blankets, but we appear to be parked in a lot next to the river.

I elbow Cheetah. “Wake up. We’ve been busted by the sex police.”

The women laugh again while Cheetah blinks his eyes open and looks at the three of them. “Did we do a fivesome that I forgot about?”

I giggle. “You wish.” I take in Reagan and the two women with her and mumble, “Actually, I wish.”

Reagan shakes her head. “You guys are lucky that the port authority officer recognized Cruz and called me. Otherwise, you’d be in deep ship.” She points to the blonde woman next to her. “This is my sister, Skylar.” She points to the brunette. “And this is my other sister, Harley. We were having coffee this morning on our way to work when I received a lovely call about one of my players being naked in public. How exciting for me to arrive and learn that it’s two of my players,” she says sarcastically.

Skylar is dressed in a fancy business suit like Reagan, but Harley is in scrubs.

I shrug as I yawn. “He’s been gone for a month. My porthole was in need of servicing.”

They all smile, and Reagan shakes her head. “You’ve got a lot of big deck energy, Cruz.”

Harley adds, “Tell us the hull truth.”

I roll my eyes. “Your family is full of cheesy puns. I’ve got one for you. Kiss my aft. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

Cheetah nods. “Yeah. Ship happens. Get over it. We’re not bothering anybody.”

Reagan holds up her hands. “No judgment, but they were about to call the cops, so I said I’d handle it.”

Cheetah looks at Harley more closely. “I feel like we’ve met.”

I nod. “You probably slept with her.” I hold up my hand for a high five. “She’s hot. Nicely done.”

Harley shakes her head. “I was one of the doctors treating Layton Lancaster when he broke his leg. I met you that night. ”

Cheetah slowly nods. “Oh right, the hot doc who was Reagan’s sister. I remember.” He turns his head to me and unashamedly announces, “We thought someone ordered him a stripper.”

I look Harley’s gorgeous body up and down. “I get that.”

Reagan sighs. “Just get dressed and get out of here before the press gets wind of this. I’ve got a lot of shit going on. The last thing I need is bad press from my players.”