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Spring break- five months later

“ I wish I was going to get one year with all of you at Mountain Ridge,” my sister says from her spot on the edge of the pool.

Graham tosses her the football. “Aw, little Outlaw, you know you’ll still get to see me.”

She throws it across the pool to Nola, who came home with us for spring break.

“I know, I know. Just try to get drafted somewhere on the East Coast.”

“I’m hoping for New Orleans. That’s a quick flight.”

“You know damn well my parents will expect to see your ass on the regular,” Nola chimes in.

Graham chuckles, “That’s a given.”

“Let’s hope our bye weekend next season lines up with a Sunday game day so we can all come to at least one,” I say, knowing Coach would give us leeway if it's possible for us to go to one of Graham’s games.

“That would be awesome,” Graham smiles proudly.

I lift myself out of the pool to sit beside Willow.

“Since you and Berkley won’t be here the whole summer, I think I may talk to Dad about moving up there earlier in the summer too.”

I nod, because I think it will be good for Willow to get away from the town that holds so much pain for her.

“Have you decided where you are living yet?” Nola asks Willow.

She shakes her head. “Still waiting to see what the girls are going to do since Darby is moving into the basketball house.”

“I do know…I’m not living in a dorm.” Her nose crinkles. “I don’t like people I don’t know.”

I chuckle, nudging her arm. “Well, how are you supposed to decide if you like them if you don’t talk to them?”

She side-eyes me. “I can determine a lot from afar.”

We all laugh. I never knew there was such a thing as an anti-social extrovert until my sister grew up.

The back door to my dad’s house closes, and the most beautiful girl in the world walks out with a tray of food.

“Who wants a sandwich?” Berkley calls out, setting them on the patio table.

Graham hops out of the pool and over to the food before she even finishes her sentence.

“Nate, I’m glad you got your shit together because you are the luckiest son of a bitch I know,” Graham mumbles with a mouth full of food.

“Trust me, I know,” I say with pride as I stare at my gorgeous girl, who gives me a knowing wink.

“I just got off the phone with Bellamy. She can’t come tonight, but she’ll be here tomorrow,” Berkley tells us.

“In time for our appointment, right?” Willow asks.

Berkley nods, chewing a bit of her sandwich before she can speak again.

“Yep, she said she’ll get up first thing, so she’ll be here in plenty of time.”

“Is Berkley getting a tattoo too?” Nola asks from where he sits, tossing the football in the air to himself. The girls have been planning a matching tattoo for a few months now, so Willow was super excited to get them on the books for her artist during our spring break.

Willow shakes her head, briefly glancing in my direction, like she’s embarrassed of what she’s about to say.

“We’re getting our nipples pierced together.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise, about the same time Graham chokes on his sandwich.

Welp, I didn’t see that coming.

“You know no one can touch them for, like, months after, right?” Graham asks, and Berkley lets out a laugh, pointing at the incredulous look on my face.

“Graham, shut the fuck up,” I growl, because nipple play discussion involving my baby sister was not on my bingo card today.

“What?” He holds his hands up in an innocent gesture. “Sorry! I just wanted to make sure her and Bell knew that.”

Willow smirks. “Yes, we both know about the aftercare. That’s why Berkley isn’t getting hers done.”

Berkley covers her face. “Willow…good lord.”

That’s right, my baby can’t go that long.

When she looks up, our eyes meet, and I wink knowingly at her.

We all sit around the outdoor table, eating our lunch. It’s been fun to have Nola here with us this week. The whole crew was invited to stay either with us or Graham for the break, but the hockey team made it to the playoffs so the twins couldn’t make it.

“Now I could go for some ice cream.” Willow pats her stomach after we finish eating.

“I think I’m ice creamed out,” Berkley huffs. We’ve been down to the boardwalk almost every day this week, thanks to Willow’s sweet tooth.

“Anyone else?” Willow asks.

“I’m down,” Nola says, at the same time Graham stands, “I’ll drive.”

I smile at Berkley, because that means alone time with my girl.

“Wanna go for a swim, Outlaw?” Berkley smirks, and for the first time today, she pulls her coverup over her head.

Holy. Shit.

It’s the fucking blue bathing suit.

“Baby…” I groan, standing from my seat.

She does an innocent spin, which makes her ass bounce.

“Fuck…”

She stretches her hand out for me, and I take it, but instead of letting her lead me to the pool, I’m tugging her in the opposite direction.

“What are—” She doesn’t finish her sentence because her eyes likely land on exactly where I’m headed.

The outdoor shower.

I turn around, pulling her into me and grabbing her ass, searing my lips into hers. Berkley opens up immediately for me, like she always does. Her nails claw down my shirtless chest, marking me as I suck on her bottom lip. Then she throws her leg over my hip, her heat meeting my hard cock, grinding against me.

So ready. So needy.

“I’ve been waiting all week for the right time to fuck you on that shower bench.”

Her breasts rise and fall against me, and I can’t help but take an eyeful. I push one triangle to the side and gently rub my thumb over her nipple.

“I’ve thought about it so many times,” she moans as I walk backwards, pushing the door open but not taking my hands off her.

“Do you remember what I told you I wanted to do to this bathing suit the next time you wore it?”

Her clear blues dilate, and she nods with a whispered, “Destroy it.”

“Hmmm.” I pull us farther into the shower, latching the door behind us.

I sit down on the bench. “You want me to stretch them to the side so you can sit on my cock?”

She nods, sitting down on my lap, twirling her hips over my dick.

“You want me to come so deep in you that it drenches these little bikini bottoms?” I ask, dipping my finger down the back and running it along the center of her ass.

“Please, Nate.” She stands back up to untie my swim trunks, and I lift my ass for her to pull them down.

Dropping to a squatting position, her mouth lands on the top of my dick.

“That’s it. Get him nice and wet, BB,” I command, and she purses her lips, letting her saliva drip down on my cock before her mouth seals around me, spreading it out.

My ass clenches at the sensation of her hot mouth and the sight of her in the little bikini between my knees.

“I jacked off so many times to visions of you in this bikini before you let me back in this pussy.”

She moans around my dick, swirling her tongue around me.

I pull Berkley up, ready to be inside of her, slipping my fingers through her slit. “Is this pussy ready because my cock is the needy one today?” I ask as I stroke my dick with my free hand.

“So wet.” I bite my lip and push her bathing suit to the side as she sits. Her insides flutter as she slowly adjusts to my very hard dick entering her. When she’s fully seated, she moves her hips in small circles, and I push both sides of her top aside so her tits pop out, the perfect angle for me to suck and lick.

She rolls her body over me, and her pace picks up. I lean back, loving to watch all the control leave her body. “That’s it. Let that needy pussy take over.”

“Oh fuck, that’s the spot,” Berkley says, bowing her back just slightly as, over and over, she bounces up and down. Perfecting the angle of my cock hitting her G-spot, I swipe my thumb across my tongue before pressing it into her clit in a quick, circular motion.

“Yes, Nate. Yes!” she cries out, and I push the bikini bottom farther to the side.

“That’s it, baby, keep going,” I groan at the sight of her pussy swallowing my dick.

“Fuck…” I howl, knowing my orgasm is going to rip through me any minute.

“I’ve had you so many times this week, but I’m already so close to busting,” I tell her, knowing she loves hearing how much she affects me.

“I’m about to… Oh yes… I’m… Come with me, baby,” she whimpers as her body spasms around me, and I lose myself, releasing so deep inside of her as I roar things I can’t even decipher.

Berkley’s head leans into mine, both of us panting, our chests rising in tandem.

“That was... Wow…” she whispers as her body slouches and her head falls to my shoulder.

I kiss the side of her blonde hair. “It’s always like this with us.”

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“I hope you never do,” she whispers.

And I already know to the bottom of my soul, I won’t. I learned a lot in the two years I didn’t have her. The main one being…I can’t and won’t live my life without her again.