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“Wait,” I blurt, cursing myself for stopping this. “Condom. Fuck. Please grab it before I change my mind. Jeans pocket.”

She giggles, the sound making me even harder. “You brought one?”

“I’m learning to take one everywhere with me when it comes to you.”

She finds it and passes it over, and when I’m finally protected, she lines herself up again. “If I’m bad at it, then—”

“There’s no possible way you could be bad at this. Trust me.” Not when it’s her. Not when I’ve been fantasizing about her riding me since freshman year. This is new for her, and I have to keep reminding my dick of that when its only urge is to slam into her and fuck her senseless.

So I tamp down those urges and allow her to touch me wherever she pleases. I let her explore those lines between my abs she loves so much, tentatively pressing my crown into her wet heat. It’s fucking torture slowly sliding against her walls. I’m stretching and filling her, cursing while she learns what she likes. Slow circles, back and forth, side to side . . . her hips find what suits them best, and finally, when she’s fully seated on my cock, she tips her head back with her jaw falling open.

“Cam,”she whimpers.

“Fuck me.” I brace myself when she picks up speed, feeling my balls draw up tight at the sight. With her hands supporting her weight on my chest, her breasts are right in front of me, and I can’t help myself when I force her dress down to let them fall exactly where I want them to.

My tongue darts out to lick her nipple, and she cries out in bliss before riding me harder. Her ass is smacking against my thighs, the car windows beginning to fog out around us, and I swear, I’ve only got about ten seconds in me before I fill up this condom to the fucking rim.

“It feels so good,” she moans. “I don’t know how to—”

“It’s okay,” I soothe her. “Fuck me, baby. Let yourself feel all of it. Take me.”

Then I cautiously lift my hips to give her more, and the sound she makes nearly tips me over the edge.

“So good,” I praise her, swiping my fingers against her clit. “You ride it so fucking good. Look at you.”

“Cam, I—”

Her pussy clenches around me before the scream flies out of her, and I’m damn sure relieved no one is around us for miles, because if they were, I have no doubts they would hear her.

I pound into her in frenzied, erratic thrusts. Sweat forms on my brow as I admire her postorgasmic smile while she rides out her high. Her nipples are erect, goose bumps pebble her skin, and her nails are digging into my chest when I find release, moaning her name like a curse and a blessing wrapped into one.

I’ve been uncertain about a lot of things in my life, but Maddie Davis has never been one of them. Ethan asked me the other night at the hospital if I was sure about her the same way he was about Maya, and at the time, I didn’t know how to answer it because I was scared of making a promise to him that I couldn’t keep.

But right now? As she collapses on my chest and my face is muffled by her curls?

She’s it for me, and there isn’t another girl in this entire world who could ever take her place.

Thirty-four

Cameron

Thirty minutes is all it takes for my night to go from fantastic to shitty.

As soon as I pull into the driveway after a night I’ll never forget with Maddie, I feel the buzzing in my pocket. The negative energy seems to ooze from my phone before I even check the contact, and sure enough, my father’s face appears on the screen.

With an elaborate sigh, I swipe to answer, my keys jingling in the background. “Hello?”

“What the hell has gotten into you, Cameron?” The tone of his voice makes me pause halfway to the front door. I’ve heard him angry with me plenty of times, but I’ve always been able to appease him somehow. This time, though, I have a strong suspicion that won’t be the case. “A credit card charge forfive hundreddollars? I don’t know what to do with you anymore!”

“I’ll pay it off myself,” I reply. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“And how are you planning to do that with football? I thought we agreed that this card would only be used foremergencies.”

“We did.”

“And a fuckinghot air balloonride was an emergency? For fuck’s sake, son. I’m going to ask this one time and one time only. Are you still seeing Maddie? Is she the reason for the charge?”

I bite down on my tongue when the urge to let it all out in the open overwhelms me. Everyone knows, so what’s the point in hiding it? I don’t care if my dad disapproves. I’m a grown adult capable of making my own decisions. He doesn’t get to dictate whether or not I date someone.

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