Page 119 of Against the Clock

I thrust in her again, slowly, and it’s my turn to moan. “So wet, you’re so fucking wet for me. Look how good you’re taking me. Like you were made for me. Fuck, Kelsey.”

My control is razor thin, and she’s holding tight to me, one leg looped around my waist as she meets every thrust with one of her own.

“I’m going to, oh—” She breaks off, sagging against me, her face flushed and eyes squeezed shut.

“Eyes on me,” I command, and she does as I say.

“I love you,” she cries out, and I fucking lose myself in her, pulling my body into hers until she’s part of me and I’m part of her.

“I love you,” I tell her. “I love you so much, Kelsey Cole.”

I hold her for a long time after we come, for a long time after she’s fallen asleep, overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for her.

I only want Kelsey. Only Kelsey, and I don’t want her to be Kelsey Cole.

I want her to be mine.

CHAPTER 45

BEAVERTOK

Video: cream vintage aesthetic overlay on photos of Daniel Harrison in uniform, throwing winning touchdown, Daniel Harrison and Kelsey Cole holding hands while eating ice cream, Kelsey Cole in his jersey at the Beaver Trap Bar and Grill cheering for him.

Caption: besties plz they shouldn’t be so cute my heart can’t take it

@hotdamyesmaam: I want what she has

@beav3rzf@n: I literally don’t get it she looks like a busted door

@HoforHarrison: that man is so fine

@putmeincoach254: idgaf what she looks like, if he keeps playing like this then they need to get married

@hotdamyesmaam: holy sh1t did you guys see what she wrote about the cheerleaders and the AFL

@putmeincoach254: the fuk

@hotdam5ever: is she trying to ruin our team

@hotdam5ever: what a b1tch

@beav3rzf@n: I told you guys she was ugly. NEXT

CHAPTER 46

DANIEL

Ever since the Beaver Ball, nothing seems to get under my skin. I’ve avoided Rhett, and he must be avoiding me too because I’ve barely seen the asshole.

Even the fact my shoulder’s tighter than ever, the pain excruciating when I move just wrong, only mildly concerns me. Well, that’s a little bit of an understatement, but when I think about my Kelsey, it puts me in a damn good mood.

My truck keys are in hand, my hair still damp from the shower, when my phone lights up right as I’m about to text her. Fucking Dale.

Coach Morelle wants to see you

Now.

Fuck. I don’t even have to ask why.

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