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“ I s he almost here?” Nola asks, pacing the floor. “We could just walk, ya know. It’s, like, five minutes on foot.”

Maverick glances at his phone. “He said he was two minutes away. He dropped Bellamy off and grabbed some ice for the cooler.”

Graham pushes Nola onto the couch, halting his pacing. “And fuck that. Didn’t you play in the same game I did yesterday and stay up till dawn? Why the hell would we want to walk with a full cooler?”

Nola flips him off. “Sorry, I forgot I’m dealing with you, old man.”

I can’t help but laugh at their bullshit.

“Fuck you. I’m only two years older than you.” Then he turns, narrowing his eyes on me. “And I don’t know what you’re laughing at; I’m technically not even a year older than you.”

“Well, I can run circles around both of you, so let's all shut up and get ready for him to be here.”

I’m met with a bunch of sarcastic grunts and, yeah, right about the same time, we hear Cash’s Chevy pull up.

We walk out to meet him, and when he hops out, letting his tailgate down for us, I see a version of him I haven’t met yet.

“Damn, cowboy,” I whistle.

“What’s up?” He smirks, tipping his hat like a fucking movie star.

Cash reaches back into his truck, pulling out two casserole dishes. “Gigi sent food for us to warm up for Sunday dinner so Nola could enjoy his first win and not have to cook for us incapables after the pool party.”

We’re all happy to hear this. I haven’t eaten Gigi’s cooking yet, but I have never had someone’s grandma’s food that wasn’t good. Even though Nola loves testing out his chef skills on us, he seems equally excited about Gigi Leblanc’s casserole dishes.

“Hurry up and change.” His brother rushes him.

“Chill, the girls aren’t even down there yet. Give me two minutes,” he says and hurries inside.

“So, he really is part cowboy?” I tease Maverick. I know they mentioned their dad having a ranch nearby, but I guess I never pictured Cash in a Stetson, Levi’s, and work boots.

Maverick chuckles. “Yeah, we were raised on a horse ranch.” He nods to the sticker on the back of the Silverado… Cane Creek Ranch. “Cash enjoys that shit, and I can ride a horse…but I was born to play in the NHL and live in a big city.”

I can totally see that. The Leblanc twins may look similar in the face, but it’s apparent they’ve tried their best to be their own person. Cash has his hair grown out just long enough that it curls under his ears, as well as an impressive mustache to top off his cowboy look. Mav, on the other hand, has a buzz cut and is covered in tattoos, giving him a polar opposite look. However different they might appear or act, they are a force in the hockey rink. From the clips I’ve seen, neither of them is scared to spend time in the penalty box, especially if someone fucks with the other. I’m excited to see them play in person when their season officially starts.

“That’s him and Bellamy’s thing. They both still have their own horses that live at the ranch, so they go every Sunday morning to ride.”

Interesting. Am I the only one who sees more to them than they lead on? She and Maverick talk shit to each other like I do with my little sister. But Bellamy and Cash have a completely different tension when they are in the same room. Maybe I’m totally off, but either way, it's none of my business.

A few minutes later, we’re loaded up, heading the short distance to the girls’ apartment complex.

Excitement vibrates through me. I feel like she let her guard down an inch with me last night.

The party was still going when I got home, but I went to my room and came twice. Once to the memory of me fingering her in the backseat of that bus and the second time to the thought of her in a bikini.

Even with the loud music still thumping in the background, I passed out after that. But I still woke up this morning with her on my mind and my hard cock in my hand. I strategically picked my swim trunks today because I know I’ll be walking around with a hard-on from the minute I see her.

When we pull up, I notice a lot of the football team is already in the pool and sand volleyball court area.

Fuck, I hope Graves doesn’t come today. I don’t trust my behavior if I see him with her.

Graham and I grab the cooler together, walking toward the gate. “Hey, look, I’m trying my best.” I stop walking, and he follows suit. “But keep me in check today if Graves comes. Just don’t let me do anything stupid.”

He winks at me. “I got you, QB. But honestly, he was so fucked up last night, he’ll probably be sleeping it off all day.”

I can only fucking hope.

We’re immediately swarmed by our teammates, still on a high from our opener yesterday.

Two red-shirt freshmen grab our cooler from us. The second it's out of my hand, Big John, my enormous center, picks me up.

“The king has arrived!” he shouts, and the pool erupts in cheers. I look around the crowd, not finding who I really came here to see.

She’s probably still getting ready…finalizing the personal hell she’s about to put me through.

Shaking off the thought, I lift my right hand, touching my middle and ring finger to my thumb, but leaving my pointer and pinky in the air to make the wolf sign to the crowd. “Who’s ready to beat Georgia next week?”

Wolf howls echo out around me, and that’s when I see her .

The crowd parts for her and her roommates as Big John puts me down on my feet. My knees almost buckle at the sight of her.

No cover-up on. Diet Coke can in her hand. Her best friends beside her.

The sexiest little body in the smallest bikini I’ve ever seen her wear. Triangles that barely cover up the rosy nipples underneath. Her blonde hair is up in a messy bun, and black sunglasses cover her pretty eyes. Eyes that match the blue bathing suit she’s wearing. The exact same shade she wore the first day I talked to her, and there’s no doubt that was calculated.

I see the little smirk on her face before she turns, heading toward one of the corner tables in the pool area. And that’s when my body physically shudders.

I put my knuckle in my mouth, biting down the groan that threatens to unleash.

Her bubble butt is on full display in the thong bottoms. My cock jolts in my pants, unable to stop myself from picturing how she used to let me slide the thin fabric to the side and fuck her wherever we were.

Bless you, Bellamy Clark, and whatever company designed this bathing suit. I need to take my latest Gatorade sponsorship money and buy her one in every color.

Then I notice half my teammates watching her and likely imagining the same thing. If she was still mine, they’d know better than to look at her like that. Unable to control myself, I make my way across to where they are setting up.

I sneak up behind her, letting my breath skate over her neck, “Congrats, BB, I’m in physical pain.”

She jumps, eyes meeting mine. “Shit, you scared me, Nate.”

I let my hand rest on her hip, and surprisingly, she doesn’t push me away.

She turns toward me, snapping her top straps, making her tits bounce. “Figured you love the color.”

Fuck me, I’m as hard as a field post.

“I more than love it…”

Completely fucking tortured was right.

I can’t stop the memories from flooding straight to my cock.

“I’m so horny, Nate, please,” Berkley begs as she keeps grinding her bathing suit clad ass onto my unbelievably hard cock from where I sit on the captain bench of my boat.

“Baby, you’re literally killing me. Let’s just leave the crowd and find a spot out in the middle of the water.”

She bites her lip, shaking her head and pushing her ass into me again. She’s so fucking hot.

“I don’t want to leave. It’s fun.” She waves out to the crowd of our friends, all partying on one of the little sand bars. “Shit Shoals,” as it’s known to the locals.

“Wow.” by Post Malone starts playing through Graham’s dad’s boat that’s anchored beside me.

Berkley leans up, pulling her bathing suit bottoms over, giving me glimpse of her wet pussy, more brazen than I’ve ever seen her. My cock throbs against my stomach, and I glance down and see the head almost pushing out of the top of my shorts. Berkley sees its too. “No one is paying attention. Let me sit on him, baby,” she says, rubbing her thumb over the head of my dick, loosening the string on my swim trunks.

“Fuck it.” I turn her toward the steering wheel again, freeing my cock but leaving my shorts up. Pushing her bathing suit bottoms over a little more, I run my fingers through her wetness.

“Nate, please,” she moans, pushing herself down onto my fingers. “I’ve never wanted you inside of me so bad before in my life.”

She’s dripping.

I continue holding her bathing suit to the side and pull her down, guiding her onto my waiting cock with my free hand. “That’s it, BB, sit on him. Take him deep into this needy pussy.”

And that she does, moving in tandem with the beat to the music. We both lose sight of everyone around us, too desperate for one another.

“What’s up, stalker boy?” Bellamy interrupts the sexy memory, and Darby chuckles from beside her.

“Hey. I have to say, you have incredible taste.” My eyes don’t leave Berkley, and I wonder if she ever thinks about how bad we had it for each other. “Also, this bikini is doing nothing but adding to my stalker cravings, just FYI.”

Bellamy lets out a laugh. “Smooth, QB,” she retorts over her shoulder before walking away, Darby at her side.

“Yo, come play water volleyball,”Graham calls out from the corner of the pool closest to us.

“You in?” I ask Berkley.

She shrugs like she’s willing to appease me, but she isn’t thrilled about it.

“I call Berkley on my team,” I shout back before turning to her again.

“What better way to torture me than jumping around in the pool in this tiny bikini?”

She rolls her eyes. “You have a point.”

A few minutes into the game, some of our neighbors who play on the basketball team join in.

“I think it's time for me to bow out. Almost everyone out here is at least a foot taller than me. I can barely jump in four feet.” Berkley pouts, and she’s so fucking cute.

“Want to get on my shoulders?” I offer.

“I’ll pass,” she says, but stays in the pool, not giving up yet.

“Fine.”I shrug as an idea forms in my mind. “Graham, set her up,” I call out and look to Berkley. “Just trust me.”

A couple of plays go by before Graham gets a good pass on the second ball and is able to set Berkley up toward the net. I swoop in behind her, lifting her as she jumps, giving her leverage to hit the ball powerfully. Which she does perfectly. I have to force myself to pry my hands from her tight little curves when the play is over.

Her excitement is contagious when she turns around, high-fiving Graham, and then me. That’s when I notice a little nip slip. Fuck me . I gently pull her into me and fix her top. My thumb accidentally brushes over her nipple in the process, and she looks up at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Nate, what the hell?” she whisper-hisses.

“Sorry, BB, that itty-bitty bikini slid a little too far to the left.” I try making light of the situation, not wanting her to feel embarrassed.

She immediately shifts her eyes to her chest, and I glance over at Graham, who’s turned toward our other teammates.

“It’s all good now. I promise.”

“Did anyone else see?”

“I don’t think so.” I’ll fucking kill them.

“You can’t touch me like that,” she murmurs and makes her way out of the pool.

“I genuinely didn’t mean to.” I follow after her, waving off Graham, who calls after both of us.

She sits down at the table they put their stuff at earlier. “I don’t even mean that.” Shaking her head, she nods to her breast. “I just mean in general.”

Heat fills my veins at the thought of who can touch her that way. “Why, because of him?” I snarl and sit down beside her, moving my chair as close as possible.

“What?” Her head rears back as she looks at me. “No, Nate, because of you. It’s too much.”

Her honesty shocks me.

“It feels too good, and I shouldn’t want it.” She whispers the last part, and I wonder if she even meant to say it out loud. “It’s just too much.”

Please want it, baby. I want it so bad. All of it.

“Is it too much to tell you I have imaginary conversations with you every day? I lean in closer, lowering my tone, “How about the fact I jerked off twice last night to thoughts of you?”

She narrows her eyes, trying to hide her desire. “Oh yeah…? ”

“You got exactly what you wanted… I’ve been hard since the second I saw you in this bikini today.” I gently run my thumb across her exposed hip bone. “And I can’t stop the obsessive memories that keep flashing in my mind of me sliding your bathing suit to the side and slipping into your wet pussy.”

She gasps, putting her hand on her forehead. I see her nipples pebble under the blue material barely containing her chest. Unable to keep my hands off of her, I trace my finger over the strap of her bathing suit, from her collarbone disappearing behind her neck. Goosebumps erupt all over her flesh. She’s turned on, no matter what she says.

A determined look takes over her face when her eyes meet mine again. They are a darker shade of blue I could get lost in. “I’d give almost anything to sit on your lap and let you slide your big dick into me, right here in front of everyone. No one even knowing how deep inside of me you are.” My heart nearly pounds out of my chest as she leans in for the kill, her lips just a breath away. “But I’d give even more to go back to two years ago and not have a shattered heart and soul because of you, Outlaw.”

And with that, she stands, leaving me in a mess of being both turned on and heartbroken.