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So beautiful.

“That’s it,” I coax as her eyebrows scrunch together. I’ve never been disappointed that I can’t sink to my knees and taste a woman’s bare pussy with my tongue, but I have acravingto taste Maddie. It’s a fucking tease to feel this much wetness and not have the ability to bury myself in it. “Let go for me, Mads.”

She clutches my biceps and throws her head back as she falls apart in my arms, and while she does, I log every feature of her face to memory. Her eyes have fluttered shut. Her jaw’s dropped slightly open. Her cheeks are rosy and her hair is wild from my hands raking through it.

One of my hands covers her mouth to muffle her moans while my other continues to rub circles on her pussy to gather the wetness. I know she’s sensitive, but I’m too much of a selfish bastard to pull away from her.

I want to drown in her.

I want to dive inside her ocean and never climb out.

“What did we just do?” she asks. When I take a small step back, she reaches up to fix her bra and smooth down her hair while I tug my shirt back on.

I don’t know what to reply. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly speechless as we both pant heavily, attempting to cool ourselves down. We don’t have the luxury to discuss what happened. Not when I know the others outside this door will soon throw it open to try to catch us in the act.

“Maddie—” I start, but I’m caught off guard by the door flying open.

My thoughts are jumbled. I’m too infatuated with the images in my head of Maddie as I made her shatter in my arms a few seconds ago. Everyone stares, disappointed that we aren’t naked or in a state of debauchery.

Maddie straightens her shoulders and props a hand on her hip as if I didn’t just give her the best orgasm of her life. “Did you all really think I wouldn’t know it wasCameronin there? Come on, we grew up together.”

I blink absently at how well she’s able to hide her feelings.

Even if I wanted to say something, I don’t think I’m capable of speaking. I don’t trust my voice not to falter. As much asshecan pretend nothing happened, I can’t. Not when she just rocked my fucking world and almost made me finish by hardly even touching me. I gave all the pleasure toher, and yet it was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

When the lack of entertainment has everyone going their separate ways, Maddie locks eyes with me, and we seem to have a silent conversation. Now isn’t the time to discuss it with so many gossips and familiar faces around. If one word got back to Ethan that we actually enjoyed our time together, he’d kill us both.

“I’m going to see if I can sleep at your house. See if Ethan is still up.”

We’ll talk later?

An unspoken comment, but one she seems to understand.

With a jerk of her chin, she leaves me in the hallway alone, and I’m annoyed I can’t explain to her how incredible that moment between us was. I want to give her the reassurance I know she’s seeking, that she has no need to worry.

Our kiss was perfect.

It was better than I thought it would be.

But there’snothingI can say as I stare after her retreating back.

All I’m left with is the unwavering fear that another opportunity to do that with her may never happen again.

Ten

Cameron

“Go long!”

With dust trailing behind me, I push myself faster as I watch the ball soar in the air, heading straight toward me. The arm my dad has is impressive. I’m surprised he never tried to pursue a football career himself.

I’m laughing when I dive to catch it, missing it by only a few inches. I begged and pleaded with him to practice with me. It’s Thanksgiving, and after watching the big game, it inspired me to come out here to try to get ready for varsity tryouts next year. I need all the time I can get.

Mom is sitting in a patio chair with a lemonade in her hand, laughing with me when I tumble to the ground. She’s more tired than usual, but despite my concern, she tells me it’s just the cold weather. “So close!” she shouts across the yard.

Dust covers my jeans as I lie on my back, and soon enough, my dad’s shadow hovers above me, sporting a grin of his own. “You almost had that one,” he says.

“I’m better at throwing,” I say.

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