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CHAPTER EIGHT

The music at Talon and Sawyer's place is loud, and everyone is clamored inside, bumping up against each other as they dance. I'm sitting on the couch next to some other guys from the team with a nice cold beer in my hand and watching my girl have fun. I should be happy.

Even though I should be enjoying this moment, finally feeling like I belong among these people, I can't stop thinking about what Corinne told me. Adrian had the nerve to approach her and try to spoil what we have and that pisses me off. I could wrap my hands around his thick fucking throat and kill him right now.

I try to forget about it, I really do. But the idea of him putting his hands on my woman and shoving her to the ground makes my blood boil. Am I really going to let him get away with that? Who the hell does Adrian think he is?

Adrian is just a constant reminder of the baggage I have from where I came from. How am I ever supposed to move on and make something of myself when that life is still pulling me down? I need it to be over. I need Adrian to know that our friendship is done. If he's half the friend he says he is, he'll accept that. I just wish he can realize I have something good here, for the first time in my life, and let me go.

“You are amazing out there on the field,” someone shouts in my ear. I turn to see Gerard sitting on the arm of the couch, a pleasant smile on his face. He holds a hand out to me to shake, and I take it, offering him an unspoken white flag.

“Someone's got to carry this team to state,” I joke, sparking laughter from the guys around me.

“Honestly, we would have made it there before, but winning is a whole other ball game,” Sawyer says behind me. “With you on the team, that trophy's ours already.”

Some of the guys high-five behind me, and I feel happy. This is the camaraderie I've always wanted in a team. Back in Glendale, being friends with the team meant petty crime and rivalries with other kids in the neighborhood. This is normal.

Corinne is in the center of the living room with her friend Rowen, both of them holding hands and jumping while they scream to a song playing over the stereo. I watch her with warmth tight in my chest before standing up and making my way outside.

I'm not going to let Adrian ruin another moment of my life.

A few people straggle outdoors smoking their vapes with red Solo cups in their hands. They shout their congratulations at me as I wave, walking toward the curb with my phone in my hand. Adrian picks up on the third ring.

“It took me sending a message to get a call back, I see,” Adrian says with an annoying chuckle.

“I'm going to tell you this one time, and I need you to get it through your thick fucking skull,” I begin, keeping my voice low to avoid drawing eyes from the others around me. “You stay away from me. Leave me alone, and don't you dare come near Corinne ever again. I don't want any more threats, any more warnings. It's over.”

There is a pause on the other end, but I know Adrian is still there. I can imagine him sitting at home on his front porch with a can of Coors Light in his hand, clenching it tighter so the frothy beer spills all over him.

“You need to learn your fucking place,” Adrian seethes through the phone. “I made you who you are. And you're going to turn your back on me? You're pathetic. You're going to regret ever fucking talking to me like this.”

The only thing I regret is not doing this ages ago. My life is already on an upswing now that Adrian and the rest of the gang are out of my life. Right now, I have a bright future ahead of me and a beautiful girl at my side. This is all I could have wanted for myself. It's time to leave the past behind.

“I mean it, Adrian. It's over,” I say, not waiting to hear his rebuttal because I hang the phone up immediately after. I almost expect him to call back, but surprisingly, he doesn't.

For the first time in my life, I feel good. Everything is working out in my favor, and I want this feeling to last as long as possible. Nothing is holding me back anymore. All I have ahead of me is the future, and it's mine to shape.

I head back inside, walking through the crowd in the living room to find Corinne still dancing with Rowen.

“Where'd you go?” Corinne asks with a wide, drunken smile on her lips.

I don't say anything back. Instead, I pull her in close and press my lips against hers, tasting the fruity cocktail thrown together in a punch bowl for the party. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close to her as people nonchalantly bump into us as they dance.

When I pull away from her, she looks around with a mischievous grin on her face before grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the crowd. I don't ask where we're going because I don't care. Right now, I'm going to let whatever is to happen happen.

She opens the door to a bathroom and pulls me in behind her. She leans against the vanity, grabbing the top of my shirt to pull me down to kiss her again. My tongue infiltrates her mouth, and she moans while she tastes me.

“I can't stop thinking about the other night,” she says, pulling away from me with a tipsy grin on her face. “There's so much I want to do with you. You have no idea.”

Her hand falls from my chest to the front of my jeans as she presses her palm against it. My cock responds, stiffening under her touch and ready for action.

“Like what, Corinne?” I ask, leaning forward and kissing her neck gently.

“I want to know what you taste like,” she replies, her fingers swiftly unbuttoning my pants before pulling them down. I don't do anything to stop her as she slowly sinks to her knees in front of me.

She eyes my already hard cock intently, reaching to touch it with her hands for the very first time. She smiles as her fingers wrap around my shaft, and she starts tugging on it delicately. She hears me respond and looks up with a smile.

“Why don't you lick it?” I suggest, running my fingers through her perfect blond hair as she opens her mouth to get closer. Her tongue starts at the base of my shaft, slowly working its way to the tip. My cock twitches as the warmth from her mouth connects with my head.

Corinne soaks my cock in her spit, letting it drip from her tongue as she coats it. I can't help but moan as I watch her teasing my cock with her mouth. “You're so fucking hot,” I say, waiting for her to wrap her lips around the head.

She giggles as she presses her lips against the bottom, giving it a loud, overdramatic kiss before opening her mouth and taking me in it. The warmth of her mouth wraps around me as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of my cock down her throat. She groans a little as she takes me in, clearly struggling with her jaw.

After about a minute, she pulls away and gives her jaw a break while she pumps my cock with her hand, licking the tip and practically drinking up all the precum dripping from it.

“You can't start something you're not going to finish,” I say, reaching down and tracing my thumb over her beautiful, plush lips. “I want you to open wide so I can come down your throat.”

She dutifully obeys, smiling at me before opening her mouth wide and letting me shove my own cock in it. She closes her lips tight, creating as much friction around my shaft as possible. I move my hips forward slowly, fucking her throat as she sits on her knees and takes it.

Her tongue curls around my cock as I move my hips back and forth, feeling how she teases me with it. Corinne's eyes never leave mine as she sucks my cock.

“Lift your shirt,” I say, wanting to see her plush, pink nipples on display for me. She does while I throat fuck her, running her hand up her flat stomach to her breasts to tease them in front of me. She moans from the pleasure, sending the vibrations through my cock.

After a few minutes of teasing my cock in her mouth, I pull away and watch as a mixture of her spit and my precum drips from her mouth down her chest.

“Lick it for me while I watch,” I say, leaning back and looking down at her as she traces her tongue up and down my cock. She pays extra attention to the tip as she swirls her tongue around it, smiling as it twitches and spasms with every movement.

Once I've had enough teasing, I open her mouth for her and shove my cock back inside. My fingers entangle with the back of her head as I hold her close, thrusting my hips against her while my cock twitches and throbs, an explosion of cum dripping down her throat. She gags on my cock, swallowing rope after rope of cum, her throat milking it from me.

When I finish, I let go of her hair and back away. I'm pulling my cock out of her mouth as more saliva and cum drip from her lips. “Did you like that?” I ask her as she stares at me with a satisfied smile.

“I loved it,” she says, looking down at her bare chest with her own saliva dripping all over it.

By the look in her eyes, I can tell the night is not over. All I want to do now is forget everything that happened today and take her home to fuck her hard. I help her up and think about everything that's happened to me today. If every day could end like this, life couldn't be any better.