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“ O kay, guys, the basketball and hockey teams are heading over from the gym. We’ll take a few group shots in front of the sign between the indoor arena and the football stadium. Then we can officially wrap up,” the photographer working the Gatorade advertisement calls out over her shoulder as we follow the crew out of the stadium.

It’s been fun so far, but it’s our bye weekend, and I’m just ready to wrap this up so I can get to Berkley. It was so hard to leave her in the bed this morning. After we finished up babysitting, I stayed over at her place last night, and while I was thankful for an early practice so we could have the rest of the day to chill for once, I missed our morning sex and cuddles.

She’s been on my mind all morning, and now that we have a short break, I pull my phone out of my bag to text her.

Me

We should be done in about an hour. Do you want to meet me at the practice facility and go grab some food after?”

BB

Sounds good. I hate that the shoot was closed. I really wanted to see you swallowing…those electrolytes.

The fucking Howler report.

Me

I’d rather see you doing the swallowing, baby.

BB

That can be arranged.

Me

I was just thinking about you in that little blue bikini you wore to the pool party.

I’m getting hard again thinking about the way it barely covered up her ass and tits.

BB

Oh yeah, what made you think of that?

Me

When I saw you in it, I vowed to take the money I make from this sponsorship with Gatorade and buy you one in every color.

BB

I loved torturing you that day.

Me

Oh, I know you did. Now I think you owe me for the pain you put me through that day.

BB

You poor thing…. What could I possibly do to make it up to you?

Me

Put that bikini on tonight and beg me to fuck you in it. Then I will have to buy you a new one after I destroy it.

“Yo.” Maverick’s voice breaks through the air. He and Cash are leading the winter athlete group heading our way.

They join us in front of the huge Mountain Ridge Athletics sign; to the right of it is the big Wolf monument.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but knowing we have the rest of today off, the last thing I want to do is party tonight. Anyone down for some Madden and take-out later?” Nola asks, and all four sets of eyes whip to him.

Maverick places the back of his hand on Nola’s forehead. “Bro, you sick?”

Nola chuckles, swatting him away. “Whatever… You’ll be the first one to park your ass down beside me on that loveseat and put them long fingers to good use.”

Mav raises his eyebrow in Nola’s direction. “That’s right… You know these long fingers work all the magic.”

I shake my head, laughing at the two playboy-class clowns of our house.

“Hey, Superstar?” Maverick nods at me with his finger in the air. “Too bad Berkley’s finger isn’t this long, right?”

I roll my eyes at him, fighting the smirk on my face as I flip him off. My mind flits back to that night and all that sass she was trying to hide behind.

“Let’s have a roomie night tonight, and Nate can tell us all about that. That’s what Berkley, Bellamy, and Darby do,” Graham suggests.

“How do you know?”

“Because one night I tagged along to karaoke night, got drunk as shit thanks to Bellamy, and slept it off on their couch. When I woke up, it was 2 a.m., and they were eating chips and watching some chick flick while talking about their favorite sex positions and the riskiest place they had ever had sex before.”

“Shit, I wanna be at that type of roomie hangout,” Nola chimes in.

Casually, I nod my chin to Graham. “So what was Berkley’s answer?” At the same time, a broody Cash asks, “And what did Bellamy say?”

“Nuh uh… It was part of the sacred girl night. I ain’t telling y’all shit.” He pretends to zip his mouth shut to further annoy us.

The crew for the shoot interrupts, passing each of us fresh Gatorade bottles.

My eyes meet Graham’s playfully. “This ain’t over, buddy.”

Then our attention is brought back toward the photoshoot by the assistant letting us know our group is up next for positioning.

“Bro, you’re staring again,” Cash growls at Maverick as we watch on while the basketball teams are placed where they want them for the shoot.

I follow his trail of vision and find him watching the point guard of the men’s team with his girlfriend, Shay Moore, the star of the women’s team.

“Shut the fuck up, Cash. I know you aren’t talking. Do you want me to start calling you out on your shit?”

They often pick on each other, but that’s the first time I’ve seen Maverick have a serious tone, which further proves there’s likely some truth to Cash’s accusation.

“Okay, boys, we need both the Leblancs behind the basketball players. We’re doing winter sports on this side.”

Turning around, the photographer walks backward, glancing at Nola, Graham, and me. “We’ll get some shots with you three and the twins after the big group, so just hang tight.”

We all nod, since we were briefed on this earlier. Gatorade learned that Graham and the twins are cousins, so they contacted them, interested in featuring them in a special shot today. However, one of the writers at The Howler Report told Gatorade that we all lived at The Wolves Den together, so they decided to include all five of us in the extra shoot.

Cash and Maverick make their way over to where she’s pointing. I wait for Mav to make a smart comment about how hockey is the most elite winter sport, but instead, he’s unnaturally quiet.

I observe Shay, who glances at Maverick before her boyfriend slings his arm around her shoulder and she quickly looks ahead.

I think I just discovered another thing the Leblanc twins have in common with their polar opposite personalities.

They’re both pining after girls they can’t have.

Thankfully, the main part of the shoot is over within twenty minutes, and the crew dismisses everyone but my roommates and me.

The photoshoot with the guys has been the best part of the whole thing.

We’re able to laugh and cut up, just being ourselves.

The photographer shows us one of her favorites of the candid shots on the screen of her camera. Nola’s jumping on Graham’s back, just like he does every time Graham scores a touchdown. I’m in a squatted position, throwing up the wolf sign, and on the other side of me, the twins are mid secret handshake that they do on the ice.

It strikes me as I look at the smiles on their faces, how close I’ve gotten with Nola, Cash, and Maverick in a short period of time. And my relationship with Graham has only grown even stronger. He’s been there for me at all stages of my life, and I’m forever grateful to him for that. I can’t wait to see where the draft takes him after this year.

In Texas, I always felt like such a huge part of me was missing because of Berkley, but I also don’t think I had truly found my people until I came here.

“We need to frame that one and put it up in The Wolves Den,” I say proudly.

The photographer smiles. “We work with a high-quality printing company, so how about I send you guys some copies.”

We all nod, collectively telling her we’d appreciate that.

Once we finish, the guys set a plan in place for a true roomie night. With hockey now in full swing, we’re all exhausted and want to take advantage of a no game weekend.

“Okay, but can the girls come too? They always make shit more fun,” Nola asks, and I smile, because he’s right. And because I don’t really want to spend my free Saturday night without my girl.

“They’re basically like honorary Wolves Den members,” Mav says. Everyone nods in agreement that they should come.

In the next breath, Cash’s pinched eyes stare at his phone intently before he snaps his eyes up. “If y’all are riding with me, I need to go.”

I should ask him if he’s okay, but one thing I’ve learned with Cash so far is that if he wants to tell you something, he will when he’s good and ready.

Tilting my head in the other direction, I tell them, “I’m going to shower in the locker room because Berkley’s meeting me.”

“Sounds good. We’ll see y’all later,” Graham says, and they all call out their goodbyes as they follow Cash to his truck.

Me

The facility code is 9653.

BB

I’m in. It’s eerily quiet in here. You almost done?

Me

Where are you?

BB

In the hallway by the trainer’s room.

Me

Keep walking to the end of the hall. You’ll see our locker room entrance.

BB

Okay… here.

Me

Come in.

BB

What if someone else shows up?

Me

Nobody else is here. Trust me, when Coach gives us the rest of the day off, we take advantage of it.

Me

I thought we could fulfill that locker room fantasy. [Picture message]

I hear her footsteps enter the locker room, but I don’t move from my seat on the bench. My hand still slowly strokes my hard cock, mirroring the picture I sent her.

A few seconds later, Berkley’s eyes meet mine, her gaze bouncing up and down my body.

“Hey, BB.” I bite my lip at the sight of her in those tiny cut-off shorts I love so much.

“You started the fun without me,” she smirks and walks the few feet to where she’s standing in front of my aching cock. Her scent and nearness have the blood pumping between my legs even faster.

Berkley places her hands on my shoulders, and I tilt my head back as she leans down, pressing her lips to mine for a chaste kiss. I try to deepen it, but she pulls back, sliding her fingers through my hair and tugging. “Are you sure no one’s coming?”

“Pretty sure,” I answer truthfully.

She shrugs, gripping the back of my neck, but surprises me by dropping to her knees between my legs. “That’s good enough for me, QB… You ready to slide your dick down my throat?”

Fuck, I love a confident Berkley. “I’m always ready for that.”

My ass lifts off the towel-covered bench when her lips meet the head of my cock. The way my fist wraps around my shaft looks like I’m feeding her my cock. That and the sight of her tongue swirling around the tip already has my eyes rolling back.

It’s even sexier when she pushes my fist away and wraps not one but two hands around my thickness. Working me up and down with one on top of the other, her mouth focuses on the head.

I moan, “Feels so good, Baby.”

She slows her pace, licking the slit and letting her eyes slide up to mine. Mouth open, tongue out, her eyes on mine…driving me absolutely insane. A mixture of love, lust, and extreme possessiveness suddenly overcomes me.

“This perfect mouth belongs to me,” I growl.

She moans around me, her nails now digging into my thighs and her mouth moving farther down my shaft. I thrust up into her and she opens wide, allowing herself to take me in deeper. The sound of her gagging around me has my balls tightening up.

I stand, unable to control myself any longer, and grip the back of her head. “Can you handle it?”

She nods, her eyes watering. “You still love choking on my cock, don’t you, needy girl?”

Squirming in her spot on the floor, she whimpers yesss as she moves her hands down, rubbing her thumb over my taint. Just like I remember her body, she also knows my sensitive spots.

Berkley grips my thighs, so I slow my pace and her lips pop off. The sexy grin on her face has me waiting on bated breath.

“You ready?” she whispers seductively, sucking her middle finger in and out of her mouth. I swallow in anticipation.

I nod and barely recognize my voice, “Get that finger nice and wet for me first.”

With her mouth back on my cock, she teases my puckered hole with her wet finger.

“Keep sucking me,” I command, thrusting my hips into her. Berkley takes me into the back of her throat at the same time she presses her finger into my ass.

“Oh fuck… fucking… Berkley,” I groan with nothing but pleasure.

All the sensations overwhelm me. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Her finger and mouth move in tandem, bringing me so close to losing it, but it’s not till her blue eyes meet mine that I completely lose it.

“I’m coming,” I moan from deep in my chest. Ripple after ripple sweeps through me.

With my cock still buried in her throat, I gently caress her hair where I was gripping so tightly just a few moments earlier.

I love you is on the tip of my tongue, but I remind myself she’s not ready for that, so instead I say, “Shit, BB, you are too good at that.”

The vision of her on her knees in my locker room, swallowing my cum, will be stuck on replay for the next decade, at least.

Her flushed face smiles proudly up at me, and I can tell my girl is horny.

I take Berkley’s hands in mine and help her stand. Kissing her deeply, I taste both of us on her lips.

“Now it’s your turn,” I wink.