Page 40 of Faking the Play

My cock twitched in my hand, the thought of being bare inside her almost as potent as her declaration of trust.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded and held out her hand. “I don’t know where the showers are.”

I grinned as I took her hand and led her around the corner to the line of showerheads. Most of the other guys had showered before leaving, so the tile was slick.

“Careful,” I warned her.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I know you won’t let me fall.”

Fuck. If she kept talking like that, I wasn’t going to be able to keep being patient about this whole sharing thing. I’d want to know her answer right now so that when we went to the party, I could know she was ours.

I didn’t say any of that though. Instead, I turned on the water, automatically adjusting the spray to the perfect temperature before turning toward her.

“Shampoo?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Sex first. No point in cleaning up if we’re just going to dirty each other up again. We’ll wash after.”

I pulled her to me and moved us both under the water. My mouth found hers and I lost myself in the taste of her, in the stroke of her tongue against mine. Hands moved over wet skin, caressing, touching, learning. I’d had my mouth between her legs, but I hadn’t gotten to explore the sweet curves of her hips, the delicate skin of her pert little breasts or the hard points of her nipples. The moment I brushed my thumbs over those, she moaned and I knew I needed to have my mouth on them.

Lowering my head, I took one taut nipple between my lips, lightly sucking on the sensitive flesh the way I had her clit. She said my name and arched her back, her fingers burrowing into my hair as I took her nipple even deeper. As I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, I pushed a hand between her legs. She shifted her weight, letting my fingers delve between her folds, dancing over her clit before moving inside her. I pushed two fingers in just as I lightly bit down on her nipple and she came apart without warning.

Grinning against her breast, I drove my fingers up into her, twisting them until I rubbed against that spot inside her, forcing her even higher. She keened, the sound echoing off the walls until I clapped my free hand down on her mouth. I kept at it, working her through her orgasm until the trembling stopped and she sagged against me.

I straightened, easing my fingers out of her and then wrapping my arms around her, holding her for a moment. She didn’t take long to recover, her fingers wrapping around my cock only seconds later. I hissed, my hips jerking at her touch. When she started moving her fist over me, I growled, grabbing her hips and lifting her up.

Without me needing to tell her what to do, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I took two steps and had her up against the wall, and then with a little shifting of position I sank inside her. Cursing, I buried my face against the side of her neck, fighting for control. She was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I’d expected her to be hot and wet, tight enough to need a minute to adjust.

I hadn’t expected her to feel like home.

“Oh, Logan.”

The soft way she said my name, barely audible over the fall of water, told me she felt it too. This connection we had.

Digging her fingers into my shoulders, she begged, “Move, please. I need you to move.”

I nodded, rolling my hips against her as I braced myself. Having sex against a wall was one thing. Doing it this way in a shower was something else entirely. When I was sure I wasn’t going to dump us both onto the floor, I gave a shallow thrust that had her gasping, her legs tightening around me. In this position, I couldn’t go deep, but the angle let me give her the friction she needed. All I needed was the feel of her pussy squeezing me, muscles contracting as ripples of pleasure went through her.

It took a moment, but we got into a rhythm, neither of us saying a word as we moved together. One day, I silently promised, I’d have the time to worship her thoroughly and properly, but right now, I was more concerned about finishing before we were interrupted. I had no problem with Ethan andRyan coming in, but we didn’t need a CSU janitor getting an eyeful.

A surge of possessiveness went through me, and I drove into her hard, desperate to erase the thought of her with anyone but me or our two friends. I could share with them. Hell, a part of me looked forward to the first time we took her together, but I couldn’t stomach the idea of someone else seeing her like this, hearing the cries of pleasure she made.

My teeth scraped the side of her throat, nipping hard enough to leave little red marks. Nothing too obvious, but enough that I’d know what they were. What they said she was. Because she was mine. Maybe only for a little while, but as she called out my name, body quivering around me as she came, there was no doubt, no question.

I gripped her hips tighter and slammed into her hard enough to drive the air from her lungs and turn her words breathless. Then her nails raked along my shoulders, bright ribbons of pain that turned to pleasure as I gave in to my body’s need for release.

We stood there for a few minutes, foreheads resting together as our overheated bodies began to cool. When she shivered, I eased out of her and gently set her on her feet, keeping my hands on her waist until I was sure she was steady. She looked up at me, eyes bright as she smiled, and I felt a rush of relief and pride that I was responsible for that expression.

“I guess we both need to clean up now.” She winked at me. “We should probably make it quick. You have a lot of people waiting to congratulate you on your game.”

I chuckled and tapped her nose with my index finger. “I got all the congratulations I needed right here. But you’re right that we should make this quick. We have a party to go to.”

Chapter twenty-two

Amelia

Iput my hair in a French braid and reapplied my makeup before Logan and I left the locker room, but a part of me worried that everyone would know what we’d been doing. That part of me, however, was much smaller than the part of me still buzzing with a lot of excitement and a bit of pride at my daring. I’d instigated things with Ryan, but we’d been on a date. With Logan, I’d been the one to initiate everything. I’d come to the locker room uninvited with the intention to have some sort of physical encounter.

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