Page 75 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

“Fall with me, Mya. Fall w

ith me.”

Her walls clenched around me, making us both cry out, as she came. Another thrust and I followed, jerking inside her.

“That was...” she tried to catch her breath.

“Epic… Earth shattering… The best you ever had,” I said around an arrogant smile.

Mya chuckled, brushing the damp hair out of my face. “I was going to say intense.”

“Not quite what I was going for, but we can practice.” I pecked her lips. “Lots and lots of practice.” My dick stirred to life again, but I ignored him, focusing on the girl beneath me.

My girl.

“I wish you could stay the night.”

“Asher...”

“I know, I know. But this, us, it means something to me, Mya.” It means everything. My thumb brushed over her lips as the unspoken words played on repeat in my head.

“It means something to me too.” Her eyes burned with possessiveness.

“So we’re really going to do this?”

She already knew I was in, but I needed to hear her say the words too.

“Yeah, we’re doing this.”

“You know I’m never going to let you go, right?”

“Asher...” Mya gazed up at me, letting out a resigned sigh. “It’s senior year. College is right around the corner...”

“So? We have time, babe.” I kissed her softly, letting my lips linger on hers. Mya didn’t say anything else on the matter and I didn’t want to taint what had been one of the best moments of my life.

Untangling myself from her, I held out my hand. Mya stared at it, confusion clouding her eyes. “The night isn’t over yet,” I said.

She slid her palm against mine and I led her further into the boathouse to where the stairs led to the mezzanine. “Watch your step.”

“You could have at least let me put on some clothes.”

“Wait here.” I left Mya at the top step and located the box of matches I had left out here earlier. Once I’d lit the candles, I beckoned her over to the makeshift bed.

“You did all this?”

“If you’re impressed by a few blankets and candles, I really need to up my game. Come lie with me?”

“Asher, if we fall asleep...”

“We won’t, I promise. I’m just not ready to say goodbye yet.”

I pulled the blanket over us and wrapped an arm around Mya’s waist, snuggling as close as possible. It was perfect; our legs tangled, our slick bodies meshed together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“You know,” Mya broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper. “When I first got to Rixon and learned how football obsessed the town was, I was dreading it. I’d left my home, my mom, my friends and...” she trailed off.

“It’s okay, you can say his name.” As much as I hated it, Jermaine was a part of her past. A part of what made her who she was in this moment. I didn’t ever want to imagine them together. Him loving her, hurting her. But I couldn’t pretend he didn’t exist either.

It helped knowing I was the one here with her now. Lying beside her, my kisses on her lips, my touch all over her skin.