Page 88 of Undeniable

“Fuck,condom?” he asked when the head of his cock barely slipped inside of me. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to forget it, that I had an IUD, but I didn’t.

Instead, I extracted myself from his hold and leaned over until I could reach the top drawer in my bedside table. Quickly, I opened the little packet with my teeth and rolled the condom on his length.

I didn’t hesitate before sinking down on him. I was already shamefully addicted to the way he touched me, filled me. To the way he consumed me.

My hands found his shoulders and then his neck as I settled on top of him and began an easy, torturous rhythm. I wanted to feel every inch of him against my inner walls, and I so badly wanted to draw out the pleasure.

His fingers held a punishing grip on my hips as his teeth grazed my neck. He bit down but immediately soothed it with his tongue and the pain/pleasure combination made me move faster.

“You can pretend like you hate me,” he murmured. “If you want to, you can pretend to fuck me like you hate me.”

I stilled and gazed down at him. My nails dug into his shoulders, but he didn’t flinch at the pain.

His fingers brushed carefully against my cheek before they tangled in the hair at the back of my head and yanked hard. My gasp of surprise swiftly morphed into a moan.

He tugged me closer and positioned his mouth right next to my ear. His hot breath danced over my skin and I ground down on him as much as I could manage, but his grip on my hip and in my hair didn’t allow much movement.

A whimper slipped from my lips and he chuckled.

“But we both know it would be a lie. You haven’t hated me in a really long time. Have you, Killer?” He punctuated the pet name with a thrust upward, and I clawed at his chest. He continued his deep, quick thrusts, and I let the pleasure sing through me.

It wassogood. Almost too good to be true.

THIRTY

James

I never thoughtanything would compare to the month Ivy and I had together that summer. But the two weeks since I told her exactly how I felt and she let me back in rivaled it.

I quickly tapped out a message in our group chat, letting everyone know that Ivy and I would head to Murphy’s after she was done with her postgame work.

We’d all sat in the stands that evening and cheered on Ivy during one of their most difficult games of the season. We were slightly obnoxious, but I knew she loved it. As much as she tried, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face every time she heard us from across the gym.

She’d openly and unabashedly smiled at me more than I could count over the past two weeks. And I hadn’t taken one of those smiles for granted.

After threatening to hurt me if I fucked it up, my friends had welcomed her with open arms, just as they’d wanted to from the beginning, and I honestly hadn’t expected any less from them. They’d made it clear when Ivy began working at Murphy’s that they liked her.

I was just happy that she seemed to be liking Austin because I needed her to stay.

Since our second first kiss in her kitchen, I’d spent every day doing exactly what I promised her—paying the price to win her forgiveness.

And it turned out, much to my excitement, that her price was laughter and multiple, frequent orgasms. At least, that’s what it was for the moment. But I’d be willing to do anything to keep gaining her trust and showing her exactly how much I wanted her. And to prove that I wouldn’t fuck up a second time.

All our free time was spent together. We went on dates and I surprised her every day. Sometimes it was flowers. Other times, it was waking her up with my head between her legs. But we did the monotonous, everyday things together, too, like grocery shopping and cleaning. We were relearning each other and who we’d both become. And the woman Ivy had become was breathtaking.

There was so much of her that was reminiscent of the girl I’d been with in high school. She was still snarky and preferred when things were organized. She was caring and selfless, but you still had to earn her trust to see the true Ivy.

And as much as she was the same, she was also totally different. Gone was the timid high school girl who I intentionally provoked for a reaction. Now she was confident and sure of herself.

And she was all fucking mine.

I pocketed my phone at the sound of the gym door closing and stood from my seat on the bleachers. Everyone else left nearly half an hour before, but Ivy asked me to wait so she could finish up a few things with her assistant coaches. She was staring down at her phone, her brow slightly furrowed as she walked into the dark gym. But the moment she looked up and caught me waiting exactly where I promised I would be, she smiled.

And my heart collided with the inside of my chest.

She hadn’t changed from her professional varsity coach attire. That evening she wore a fitted red dress that toed the line of appropriate when she removed the matching blazer. TheVneckline perfectly framed her tits, and the red fabric ruched at her hips to frame her curves. Curves that I’d spent hours worshiping any time she’d let me.

“Ready?” she asked, but I had a better idea.

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