Page 106 of Trick Shot

I can’t answer. All I can think about is how long he’s known who I am. How long he’s pretended he doesn’t know me—while he’s the person who knows me best.

My throat is dry, my brain’s fried—I do everything but process what’s happening as he drags the tip of his cock along my entrance.

“So let me help.” His voice turns to a whisper, thick with venom and heat. “I piss you off. I’m cocky. I’m arrogant. I’m just… what did you call me? Your brother’s insufferable teammate.”

“Oh my god,” I gasp, remembering exactly what I called him—what I said to Ghost… about himself.

He nudges the tip of his cock inside me, but doesn’t give me more.

“Please!” My hips buck toward him, my body betraying my mind.

His voice drops to a whisper. “Beg for the rest.”

“What?” I blink, face flushing.

“Beg me, Bunny,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my cheek. “Beg for my cock. Not his.”

“Please,” I whisper, breath hitching as I try to lift my hips. “Please, more.”

“More of what?” His voice is wicked silk, dragging a shiver up my spine.

“You. All of you.” I breathe, hands clawing for him.

He thrusts fully inside me and the breath leaves my lungs. His hand claps over my mouth just in time to catch the scream I can’t hold in. He moves slowly, possessively, and the heat builds so fast it’s dizzying.

“Now you have all of me, Melody,” he murmurs against my temple.

He rolls his hips, deep and grinding, hitting a spot that makes my whole body spasm. My nails dig into his back as I try to ground myself, but nothing is solid anymore—only him. His name, his presence, the stretch of him inside me, all of it consuming every inch of me.

His hand slides down to my thigh, lifts it, and angles me wider. The next thrust has me crying out, broken and breathless.

My back arches and his hand slides from my mouth to my cheek, cupping it tenderly, almost reverently, in contrast to the brutal way he’s moving inside me. His lips find the shell of my ear as he grinds deeper, dragging friction that makes me sob.

My body clenches around him, still sore from earlier, still sensitive, but it doesn’t matter. I want more..

“Who’s inside you now?” he growls, his voice low and devastating.

“Jace,” I pant, helpless, writhing beneath him.

He thrusts harder, and the sound of him moaning—deep and wrecked—sends another tremor through me. My body’s unraveling, orgasm building fast, too fast.

“You like that?” he murmurs, sensing it. He slows his thumb, dragging it over my clit with cruel patience. My hips lift, chasing friction, desperate.

He leans down, mouth rough against mine, hand fists the sheets beside my head while angling his thrusts even deeper.

"Go on, baby. Hate me," he breathes into my mouth. "Curse me. Scream at me. But you’ll still come on my dick.”

His thumb circles faster, and I’m shaking, teetering on the edge, lost in the stretch and heat of him.

My back bows, my vision shatters, and I come so hard it steals the air from my lungs. My body locks around him, clenching, pulsing, breaking open as I scream into his shoulder from the force of it.

He groans against my throat, still moving, fucking me through the aftershocks, voice ragged. “That’s it, baby… take it.”

His thrusts get rougher, faster. His control is slipping, I can feel it in the way his hands tighten on my body, in the ragged edge of his breath.

“Fuck—” he chokes, pulling out suddenly.

Warmth hits my belly in thick, hot spurts as he groans my name through gritted teeth, body shaking above mine. He strokes himself once more, breath heavy, his chest heaving as he collapses beside me.