Page 58 of The Trouble with Players

“Actually, we’re waiting for Cody,” I explained.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Crew said. “He’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Gina nodded as Crew turned and walked away.

My shoulders dropped. Where was he going? So much for him wanting to spend all of his free time with me.

He stopped and turned back toward me. “Would you get over here and stop being stupid.”

I exhaled. “Why should I?”

He cocked his head. “Because I told you, I want you by my side at all times.”

“Awwww,” Gina cooed.

With my stomach flipping like some middle schooler who’d been kissed for the first time, I walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest before dropping a kiss to my lips.

“I love you two together!” Gina called.

We smiled against each other’s lips.

“Don’t forget you still owe me that shower,” he said.

“How could I forget?”

* * *

I steadied myself against the wet tiles with both hands as the shower water rained over me. Crew’s arm was hooked around my stomach as he thrust into me from behind. I arched my back, pushing my ass closer to him. Even with a condom on, he glided in and out of me as if we’d done this a thousand times before.

“Jesus, Peyton,” he grunted.

I could only gasp, as the sensations began to swirl between my thighs, my legs shaking with the impending orgasm. My fingers slipped on the tiles.

“I’ve got you,” he assured me, his arm tightening around my stomach.

“Gaaaaahhh,” I groaned as my orgasm tore through me, the tremors coming in waves.

“I’m right there,” he said, pounding into me. “Grrrrrr,” he groaned before stilling inside me and dropping his forehead to my shoulder. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“Maybe you should’ve stopped fighting with me sooner,” I said.

“You think?”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I walked into the kitchen the next morning to grab a drink before work since I was already running too late to grab breakfast.

My father sat at the island looking down at his phone. He didn’t look up. “I just got off the phone with your mother.”

“Did she ask you for a divorce?”

He ignored my question. “We both think it’s best if you flew down to stay with her for the rest of the summer.”

“Excuse me?”

“You clearly don’t want to be around me,” he said.

“Then you leave. Why should I?”

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