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“I’m on birth control,” she blurts out and for some reason my heart pinches in disappointment. I get it, we’re young. Now is not the time to lock us both into a future with a baby, but it sure would make things harder for my family to tear us apart.

“I’m obviously clean, too,” she adds and my eyes soften.

I lean down and kiss her gently this time, my forearms settling on either side of her head, completely covering her with my body.

Taking my time, I kiss her cheeks, her chin, her jaw, and along her neck.

Her arms wrap around my waist and her nails dig into my back, urging my body closer to hers until I’m fully on top of her.

I make sure to run my hands all over her body, memorizing the feel of it against my palms, stroking her stomach, and her pretty tits. “I already promised you that you’re my first too. I’m clean, and I’d never risk anything that could hurt you.”

My hand guides the head of my cock to her opening, barely pushing the tip inside, letting her get used to it. Her legs open wider, and her chest presses up against mine while she holds onto me.

“Hawke,” she whimpers my name and I push in a little more, feeling her getting wetter around me.

“You’re so sweet, Em,” I murmur to her, my voice sounding slightly gravelly. “You feel so fucking good.”

She clutches my back as I go deeper, my hand reaching between us to circle her clit, lightly. Her eyes widen and I thrust a little deeper, praising everything about her and how she feels. Tears gather in her eyes and she whimpers again.

“Just a little more, sweetheart. You can take it,” I add soothingly before thrusting in one final time, filling her completely, becoming part of her.

Emmarys's head tilts back, and her hips press up against mine. The moment is not lost on me or the enormity of this situation. All her firsts have been mine just like mine have been hers. She is mine and I plan to never let her go. “You’re perfect,” I tell her, grasping her chin between my fingers so her eyes meet mine.

“You were made for me, Emmarys,” I groan and begin rocking my hips back and forth slowly, creating a buildup of pleasure.

“Please, don’t stop,” she whispers and I take her lips with mine.

“Never.” I push up onto my knees and slam forward, sinking in as deep as I can.

She cries out, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can feel my spine tingling and I know I won’t last much longer.

Not this first time, not with the girl I’ve been dreaming about for years under me, watching me with warmth and love in her eyes, while her silky, hot pussy sucks me deeper.

My thumb moves back to her clit, stroking her with enough pressure that she moans loudly, and her legs hitch up my sides.

I can’t hold back any longer, thrusting in and out of her sweet heat, until the room is filled with her cries and my groans, until her back bows off the sheets, and her nails dig into my back as she comes.

“Oh fuck yes, Hawke,” she moans one last time.

Seeing her come is the best thing I’ve ever witnessed, a sight that will be ingrained in my mind and imprinted on my soul forever.

“I love you, Em. I love you so much, sweetheart,” I rasp suddenly as my own release happens, tightening my muscles, and blinding me with pleasure.

I swear my eyes roll back and my jaw locks.

Holy fuck. That is the best feeling ever, my cock twitching and filling her with my cum.

We’re both breathing hard, and I feel like I can barely move.

I just want to collapse on top of her and keep her like this forever.

Turning my head I nuzzle her neck, kissing her lazily while we come down from our releases.

I told her I loved her and it's okay that she didn’t respond.

I hurt her and it will take time for her to trust me again.

Nothing she does will change how I feel about her.

Eventually I move off of her and run to the bathroom, grabbing a warm cloth and bringing it back to her.

Together we clean the blood from the inside of her thighs and off my cock, before I drag her back to bed.

She shoots a quick text to Sam telling her that she’s staying with me tonight and not with her before we settle in.

All I can think before my eyes close is that I never want this moment to end.

“Hawke.” Her voice is gentle as she nudges me. “Hawke, it's your phone.”

My eyes blink open, focusing on the beautiful sight in front of me. My Emmarys, still naked, her hair messy and draped over the pillow, with her lips bruised and puffy. “What?”

“Your phone, babe,” she mutters, and this time I fully hear her.

I sit up, noticing the room is still dark.

The clock on the nightstand lets me know it’s only a little past five in the morning.

I take the phone from her grasp and see my brother’s name lighting up the screen. He’s called seven times already.

“Yeah,” I answer on the next ring. Emmarys lies next to me, her hand on my chest, while I try to get my bearings.

“About time, dickhead.” Falcon breathes out a harsh breath.

“You need to get back here. I don’t think Grandpa knows where you are but last night he suddenly called a family brunch for this morning.

He asked that we both be in attendance. When you didn’t respond to the family text, I told him you went to bed early and that you were exhausted after practice. ”

“Fuck,” I groan and bolt out of bed. “When is brunch?”

“At eleven,” the fucker answers.

“I’m still in Crimson Bay. It’s still an almost twelve-hour drive even if I leave now, I’ll never make it,” I respond, while zipping up my pants and throwing on my shirt.

“I got you, bro.” He taps his phone a few times.

“See this is why it pays to know people. Riggs has a friend that goes to All Saints Academy, who knows a guy who is loaded and is going to let you use his private charter plane. He’ll meet you at the airfield and get the car keys off of you and his friend’s cousin is going to drive Riggs’s car back. ”

“Are you sure?” I question, thinking this has to be too good to be true.

“Positive,” my brother answers. “Alright, hurry. You’re looking for Carter.”

“Thanks,” I tell him and hang up before shoving my phone in my pocket. When I turn around Emmarys is sitting on the edge of the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body and her eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I think he found out or he’s trying to trap me somehow. I have to go.” I grab my wallet and keys.

“Okay,” she answers, and the broken way she says it makes my chest hurt.

“Hey,” I pull her attention to me. Even with my hand on the door handle, I can’t leave letting her think this is like last time.

Just a few more months and she’ll be with me again on campus.

Who cares if we have to sneak around, at least she’ll be with me.

And in another year and a half, my grandfather won’t be able to do shit because I’ll have my inheritance.

“I love you, Em. It will always be you. Once you get to Texas this fall, we’ll make it work.

It's just a few more months, please don’t give up on us. ”

She stands and her eyes are glazed with anger while she shakes her head. “I’m not going to Texas, Hawke. I’ll be in Michigan.”

Her words hit me like a sucker punch to the gut, taking my breath from me, while I stare at her in shock. Did she just say Michigan?

“What do you mean?”

She sighs, shaking her head and I swear I see tears in her eyes. “It's been a year, Hawke. You broke up with me and destroyed my heart. I haven’t heard from you until tonight. How could you expect that I hadn’t changed the plans we made when we weren’t together?”

My heart plummets, but I have no chance to talk about it with her because my phone is vibrating in my hand and I have a plane to catch before I’m caught. I want to shake her, kiss her, demand answers, only this time my phone is flashing a missed text from my grandfather’s assistant.

“Shit,” I mutter, squeezing my eyes shut and taking a deep breath, trying to think clearly. “I’m sorry, Emmarys. I am. I hope you’ll reconsider and be in Texas with me.”

She opens her mouth to say something but my phone vibrates again.

“Fuck, I need to leave,” I say before leaving the room and jogging outside to the car.

It's not my finest moment, but all I can think about is getting back to Texas. I can’t risk him finding out.

I’ll figure out the rest of this mess once I’m back and once I know she’s safe.

I speed to the airstrip and sure enough a plane sits ready for takeoff.

A guy walks toward me, and I instantly remember him from my time at school here.

Carter Rowe is a star defenseman for the Saint’s hockey team.

He and his two best friends are well known in their circle, and the only reason I ever paid attention was because his best friend was rivals with my girl’s best friend.

He approaches and there’s a wariness about him, like he isn’t sure about what is happening. “Hawke Sheppard, huh. I didn’t picture Emms with an ex-Saint. A football player nonetheless.”

My jaw tightens when he uses Emmarys’s nickname suggesting he’s familiar with her. I’ve kept away from all things Crimson Bay when I left for college and I’m not exactly up to date on who is dating who or friends with who anymore. “Carter Rowe. You’re a friend of Riggs?”

The guy’s smirk falls slowly and his hands clench. “Something like that. Look, the plane is ready. I’ll take the car and somehow it will find its way back to Texas.”

My brow rises. “Somehow? You don’t know who’s taking it?”

“I don’t usually get all the details on the more hairbrained ideas. I’m just providing the favor because I owe someone,” he answers dismissively, but I catch the undercurrent of annoyance in his tone.

“Alright. Well thanks, man. I owe you one now,” I tell him, stepping around him after clapping his shoulder.

Jogging to the plane I run up the stairs and within twenty minutes we’re in the air.

The entire ride back home I don’t pay attention to anything else besides fixing the mess on my phone, prepping my alibi and story with Falcon.

We land before nine and Riggs meets me at the airfield with my truck.

I made it and I feel like I can breathe again.

All I need to do next is make it through this brunch and when I get back to school on Monday I’ll start working on the next phase of my plan.

Knowing Emmarys she won’t go back on her new plan.

I hurt her and the wound is still fresh despite our night together.

Somehow, I know I’m going to need to get transferred to fucking Michigan.