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O f course, I would forget to turn off my volume in the middle of my lecture. Thankfully, I’m in one of the last rows, but that doesn’t mean I’m not scrambling to find my phone and switch it to silent while also peeking at the screen. Before I left for class today, I texted Nate a picture I knew would drive him crazy. Figured it would be a nice surprise when he returned to the locker room after practice.

My fingers fumble as I swipe open the message.

Nate

[photo message] He’s waiting for you anytime, anyplace, BB.

My mouth drops open at the photo. I have to place my phone face down on my lap in order to school my expression. Holy shit, he’s so fucking hot. Peeking at the image again, my eyes roam over his exposed body. From the looks of it, he’s in the locker room and just got out of the shower. His large hand is holding his towel against his thick cock, and beads of water grace his tanned chest and abs. I swipe at the corner of my mouth to ensure no drool has formed.

Me

Sir, I am in class. You cannot tease me like this…

Nate

You expect me not to show you how hard you make me? That photo was

I glance up at my professor, who’s currently deep diving into an ancient civilizations map, and return my attention to my phone.

Me

Thought you’d like it

Nate

Oh, you’re in for it tonight…

Me

Give me your worst… I can take it.

Nate

Fuuuck, you’re killing me. I'm rock hard in the locker room. Smiling at my phone like a fool.

Nate

Get back to being studious before I storm into that lecture hall, drag you out, and fuck you in the closest empty room.

Even though I'm sore in all the right places, my body pulses at the thought of being so mischievous with him on campus. Since Saturday, we haven’t gone a day without seeing each other. Even if it is really late at night after his practices or my work shifts, we make it our business to be together, and I relish every second I'm in his arms.

Me

Promises, promises.

Me

Actually, that locker room pic unlocked some new fantasies… Think you can make it happen, QB?

Nate

I can make anything happen for you, BB.

Me

I’ll see you later

How in the world am I supposed to focus on anything after that? I put my phone away and stare at the large screen in the front of the room. This is my last class of the week, and I’m itching to be done. Only one more hour.

The smell of something delicious hits me as soon as I open the front door to my apartment. I follow my nose into a kitchen, where I find Nate at the stove, sauteing some vegetables.

“Well, this is a welcomed surprise.” Walking up to him, I wrap my arms around his midsection. His abs constrict with his chuckle.

“Surprise,” he says as he leans down to kiss my forehead.

I eye the ingredients strewn across the counter and realize he’s making us tacos for dinner.

“You certainly know the way to a girl’s heart… Oooh, please tell me you’re making your salsa?” I squeal when I notice the varied peppers and spices.

“Would it be a steak taco night if I didn’t?”

“Yassss! I hope you made enough. Darby and Bell are going to devour this.”

He laughs. “Yes, that was part of our deal. If they gave us the place until at least midnight, I would make enough for them to eat tomorrow.”

“You kicked out my roommates?” I ask incredulously, but I secretly love that he made these plans without me.

“Absolutely… To be honest, they were more than happy to oblige. I think they would have agreed even without the promise of food, but I threw that in to sweeten the deal.”

“Well, that was very thoughtful of you. Now, how can I help?”

“You don’t have to; I have it all under control,” he continues to sauté the veggies, and he looks so damn sexy, I can't help but run my hands over his body.

My fingers trace the defined ridges of his stomach under his shirt.One hand teases a little lower to the waistband of his grey sweats, and he groans.

“Well, if I help…the sooner we’ll have dinner, and the sooner I can repay you for this thoughtful surprise of yours.”

“When you put it like that, there’s the chopping board,” he nods, pointing to the setup to his left, and we both laugh.

I organize my station and begin to grate the cheese. “Remember when I tried to make you lasagna that first time?”

“How could I forget? It was the first time I ever had lasagna soup,” he jokes.

I pout. “I was trying so hard to impress you… I still can't believe I forgot to buy the noodles.”

Gripping my chin, his hazel eyes lock onto mine. My breath is stolen from my lungs at the loving look on his face. “Baby, you could have served me slop, and I would have been impressed by you.”

His lips meet mine briefly, then he swats my ass. “Now get back to work. There’s no messing around in my kitchen.”

“Yes, chef,” I swoon.

I quickly get to finishing my task. It’s not that I don’t want to enjoy the thoughtful meal he prepared for us…it’s just that I’ve been dying to get a taste of this man all day, and tonight, I plan on devouring him.

Nate’s large hands cup my ass as he lifts me into his arms. “You don’t know how much I needed this,” he says as he presses me against the wall.

“Rough day?” I ask as I trail kisses along his neck.

“No, BB. This, right here, is what I look forward to most. The moment you’re in my arms.”

The way this man’s words turn me into a puddle will never get old. He’s not afraid to express his emotions. It’s something I’ve always loved about him. I should be petrified that the words love and Nate are in the same sentence so soon, but deep down, I know my love for him never truly disappeared.

I cup his face with my hands and kiss him. Pouring my emotions into every swipe of our tongues, I moan softly when he rubs his thickening cock against my sensitive core.

“I need you,” he says, kissing along my jaw.

“You have me.”

My response earns me a low, possessive growl, and the next thing I know, I'm being tossed onto my bed.

Nate rips off his shirt, and I sit up to run my hands along his exposed skin, down to the waistband of his sweats. I tug at the strings and slide them down his legs, his erection springing free. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and lifts it over my head, then in one swift move, unhooks and removes my bra.

Licking my lips, I grip onto him and tease his tip with my tongue. Eventually, taking him deeper, he lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.

“You look so damn perfect,” he says as I stare up at him from the edge of my bed. Nate’s hand goes to the back of my head, where he tangles his fingers into my hair.

The strong hold has me shifting my legs as an ache builds between my thighs. I take him even deeper, and I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat.

“Open up for me, BB. Let me fuck this gorgeous mouth of yours.”

Holy shit, this man.

I relax my throat as much as I can. “That’s it, baby. Fuuuck, just like that.”

He continues to gently rock his hips in time with my mouth as I stroke and suck his thick cock. My free hand goes to the waist of my leggings, and I shift slightly so I can slide them off, desperate to touch myself.

Nate notices my attempts to remove my pants and pulls out of my mouth with a smirk. “You’re a needy little thing tonight, aren’t you?” He lifts me from under my arms and slides me up the bed, kneeling between my legs.

“I need you to touch me, fuck me…anything. I'm dying,” I pant, unashamed to ask him for what I want.

He pulls off my leggings, then spreads my thighs wide and stares at me. I whimper with need as he trails a knuckle through my wet pussy. Lifting his coated finger, he sucks it into his mouth.

“Baby, you’re dripping for me. Look at how eager your pussy is for my cock. Is that what you want?”

“Please, yes,” I beg, and he glides the head of his cock through my core, wetting the tip. Wrapping my legs around his torso, I keep him exactly where I need him to be, and he slowly slides himself inside.

I moan when he bottoms out. Filling me completely, I relish the feel of him, of us being tangled up in each other.

His hips rock at a steady pace as I writhe, my hands grasping for anything to hold on to. My headboard hits the walls with loud thumps from his forceful thrusts. The noise pulls me out of the moment, and Nate grabs a pillow from my bed to shove it between the bed and the wall to stop the sound. But then he pauses his thrusts.

I look at him, puzzled, as he reaches above me once again. This time, he comes back with my pink vibrator. The one I definitely forgot to stash away this morning.

He turns the toy on a low speed and places it against my clit. I jolt at the sensation.

“Tell me, BB. Did you use this before or after you sent me that photo today?”

As if trying to fuck the answer out of me, he thrusts again.

“Ahh. Be-before,” I pant. My body tenses with overwhelming sensation while Nate lets out a deep groan as my pussy clenches around him.

“Did my girl wake up aching for me?” His hips slam into me relentlessly as he turns the speed up on the toy. Both of us chase the orgasm we know is not far from reach.

“Yes… Fuck, Nate. I was such a needy slut. Desperate to come for you.”

He growls once more, and then he lets me have it. His hand covers mine and signals for me to hold on to the toy as he grips both my ankles.

His pounding thrusts fill me completely, and I moan so loud I'm sure every single one of my neighbors hears me.

“I love that you ache for my cock to fill this needy pussy as much as I do.”

Slam.

“That I make you a needy slut, just for me.”

Slam .

My legs begin shaking as I brace for a tidal wave of an orgasm. Gradually building in my toes and spreading throughout my body, the vibrator and his punishing thrusts have me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck yes…come for me, BB.”

I moan again, this time so loud that I cover my mouth to stifle the sound. Nate’s hand pulls mine away, just as another slips past my lips.

“Let them hear what I do to you… Let them hear how desperate you are to come all over my cock.”

And with that, I’m done for. Every limb shakes uncontrollably as I'm hit with wave after wave of sensation.

Nate groans above me. “I'm going to fill this pussy over and over again until you can’t think straight.”

I mutter unintelligible words as he releases into me. No longer feeling like I'm in my own body, I melt into the bed, and Nate collapses beside me.

He pulls me into him as his lips find mine, and he kisses me deeply.I smile at him, and he gives me a goofy ass smile back. Both of us are unhurried to move or clean up. We’re more than happy to stay just as we are…freshly fucked and sated.

An hour and another round later, Nate and I are cuddled up in my bed, watching an episode of Yellowstone . My fingers twirl along the octopus’s tentacles on his arm. It’s become somewhat of a habit now. Especially knowing the significance the tattoo has for both him and me. Our story is forever etched onto his skin.

My phone lights up with a notification, pulling my attention away from the TV.

Tiffany

I know it’s late, and you might not see this, but I was hoping you could come over and stay with the kids. Phil is slammed at The Wolfpack, and PJ fell; correction, he flew off the back of the couch and landed on the corner of the coffee table. He definitely needs stitches.

“Shit,” I curse, abruptly sitting up and throwing my legs over the edge of the bed. My poor, sweet little boy. He must be so scared.

“What’s wrong, babe?” The alarm in Nate’s tone has me glancing his way.

“Tiffany just texted. PJ flew off the couch, and now he needs stitches, and Phil can’t go.”

Nate hops out of bed and slips on his sweats. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Really? You’re going to come?”

“Of course. Get some pants on.”

Me

Be there in 10.

Tiffany

You’re a lifesaver.

Me

I have Nate with me. Is that okay?

Tiffany

Of course, the kids need the distraction.

I’m dressed in a matter of minutes and were out the door. We jump into Nate’s pickup, and he pulls out of the parking lot. Grabbing his hand, I squeeze it gently. “Thank you for coming with me. I’m sorry our date night had to end like this.”

He brings our now intertwined hands up to his lips and kisses the back of mine. “Don’t worry about me. As long as I’m with you, I’m good.”

My heart soars as his words sink in…because I finally let myself believe them. The doubt I have been carrying around for so long is gone, and I know with every fiber of my being that this man loves me. Always has and always will.

In less than a few minutes, we’re pulling up outside of the Oakley house, and I’m running up the stairs before Nate gets out of the truck. The front door swings open, and Josie greets me, and her smile widens when I feel Nate approach behind me.

“Hey you, how’s PJ?”

“Luckily, he didn’t bust his head open,” Tiffany says from somewhere in the house.

Josie rolls her eyes. “He literally yelled ‘I'm Superman’ and leaped off the back of the couch with no plan on where he was landing.”

I cover my mouth to stifle the laugh about to break free.Nate’s elbow hits my side, and I look up at him. He’s biting his lip, trying to contain a smile of his own.

We walk toward the kitchen and find PJ sitting on the island with a cloth pressed to his chin and Tiffany loading up a backpack with supplies to keep them busy while they wait at the hospital.

“Thank you so much for coming. I'm sorry if I interrupted any plans,” Tiffany says, eyeing Nate.

“It’s perfectly fine. I'm glad he seems to be okay,” Nate says, approaching PJ just as Jack appears in the kitchen and comes to give me a hug as he stares, starry-eyed, at Nate.

“Superman, huh?” Nate asks as PJ smiles shyly up at him.

“You should’ve seen how high I flew,” PJ whispers, but Tiffany must overhear, because she quips back, “There will be no more flying attempts in this house, young man.”

Her attention flits to mine, and she chuckles, throwing the backpack onto her shoulder. “Words I never thought I would say in my lifetime. Come on, buddy, let’s go.”

“Stay strong, little man,” I say, helping him off the counter.

“So, Gwen is sleeping already, since the kids do have school tomorrow. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. I’ll keep you posted. Hopefully, it’s not too crazy there.”I inwardly laugh at Gwen’s amazing ability to sleep through basically anything. I guess when you have three older siblings, it’s a necessary skill.

“No problem. We’re good, don’t worry,” I say, and Tiffany shuts the door behind them.

“Alright, one show before you two need to get washed up for bed.”

“Oh, come on, it’s only eight-thirty,” Josie whines.

“How about a game?” Jack proposes.

“What do you have in mind, buddy?” Nate asks, following Jack into the living room, where the TV is paused.

“I was playing Mario Kart on the switch. Want to play?” Jack asks.

“Oh, I haven’t played this in years,” Nate says as he looks at the screen. A calculated expression takes over Jack’s face, and I have a feeling about what comes next.

“How about a deal? We challenge you guys to a round of Mario Kart. If we win, Josie and I get to stay up later. If we lose, we’ll go to bed with no arguments.” I eye Josie and Jack, who both appear to be very confident in this bet, but little do they know, I'm a Mario Kart champion and I will take them down…no doubt.

“Bet,” Nate says without even confirming it with me. Probably because he knows how many times I kicked his ass playing this same game.

We settle onto the couch, choose our players, and then it’s on.

“Goodnight, buddy. Sweet dreams,” I say to Jack when Nate finishes reading him his story. The kids’ defeat was a swift and painless one. Jack was extremely impressed with my skills and will now be challenging me way more often, I'm sure. After they washed up, without an argument, Jack asked if Nate could read to him for a little while. How could I say no? Besides, watching them had my heart soaring to new heights.

“Night, Berk. Goodnight, Nate,” he says before Nate closes the door. I walk across the hallway and peek my head into Josie’s room. She’s reading in the dark with a book light on.

“One more chapter, and it’s lights out,” I say to her.

“Okay, goodnight,” she says without raising her eyes from the page.

We creep down the hallway and settle onto the couch, turning on Netflix.

I place a pillow on his lap and make myself comfortable, his arm instinctually laying across my shoulder.

“Thank you for coming along with me tonight.”

“Anytime, BB. Glad I was here,” he chuckles then adds, “Still can’t believe it was PJ who flew off the couch. Seems so out of character for the little guy.”

“It’s always the quiet ones you have to worry about. Once he warms up to you, that one doesn't stop.” I smile knowing how much PJ has flourished over the last two years.

As the ending credits of the movie start, my phone chimes.

Tiffany

Finishing up in a few. How were they? Hope they didn’t give you too much of an issue.

Me

They were perfect, not to worry.

Tiffany

So the QB, huh?

I chuckle at her text. We’ve talked over the years about my heartbreak, but never told her he was now here at MRU.

Me

We have a lot to discuss.

Tiffany

Can’t wait! Thanks again, be home in a bit.

“A lot to discuss, huh?” Nate teases, and I hit his arm. “Why are you reading my texts?”

“Just checking to make sure the kid is okay,” he smirks.

“Yeah, yeah, likely story. He’s fine. They’ll be home in a little bit.”

Nate glances at the clock, which reads 10:30 p.m. “Good, because I still have plans for you.”

My core clenches at the promise.

“Again, Mr. Outlaw? One would think you may have an addiction.”

He smiles the megawatt grin of his and leans down to kiss my lips. “You have no idea, baby.”