Page 53 of Long Shot

“You know I’ll come for your ass no matter what.” Mac’s eyes flicked from Taylor’s blue eyes, to her lips, and her chest.

With a wink, Taylor shrugged. “You usually do.”

Mac splashed water toward her.

They lightly floated in the pool as silence filled the massive room.

Taylor looked around. “Our first time was in water, wasn’t it?”

Shaking her head, Mac raised her index finger out of the water. “You always say that. But it’s not true. You came onto me in the lake that summer and then we went back to our cabin. You very boldly kicked all the other girls out and then we…”

Taylor threw her head back as she laughed. Her throat vibrated a deep, sultry laugh. “God, I was not familiar with subtlety.”

“Then imagine my surprise, that the same person manages to stay so lowkey at a gay bar that she hasn’t been caught by the dozens of paparazzi that want her secret.” Mac smiled, slowly drifting closer to Taylor. Even in water, there was something magnetic about her. All Mac wanted was to be close to her.

Taylor moved closer too. “But you never would have made the first move.”

Mac nodded vigorously. “You’re goddamn right. You’re the princess of tennis, I wasn’t about to be accused of “corrupting” America’s sweetheart.”

Biting her lip, Taylor giggled. “And yet, you still were.”

Mac shoved her. “I wonder whose fault that was?”

Taylor wrapped her arms around Mac’s neck. “I don’t know, but you could make the first move now.”

Mac’s chest rose and fell quickly, making small waves in the crystal clear water. “Taylor Rose. We aren’t supposed to see each other… let alone break the golden rule of all sports.”

Rolling her eyes, Taylor mocked the phrase. “No sex before a match.” But she wrapped her legs around Mac’s waist, leaning her lips into Mac’s ear. “Who said anything about sex?”

Mac pulled back to meet her gaze. The water of the pool made Taylor’s eyes somehow even more blue than they already were.How could I possibly stay away from her?Mac licked her lips as she felt the warmth between Taylor’s legs radiate onto her stomach.

“Maybe if we don’t… finish?” Mac was desperate, biting her lip as she tried to hold back.

Taylor nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I feel like that makes sense.” The pair were already out of breath, just the act of holding back enough to wear them out.

Mac gripped Taylor’s legs, pulling her toward the steps of the pool. Taylor moaned as Mac’s arms strained to carry her. When they reached the step, Mac leaned Taylor against it and used the metal railing to steady herself. She started pressing her hips into Taylor’s center, wanting nothing more than to be inside her.

Taylor let out a groan as she felt Mac press against her hard clit.

After a moment, Mac brought her other hand down to Taylor’s center. She started rubbing her over her panties, the rough fabric soaked. It was impossible to tell what had gotten the thong more wet: the water or Taylor’s folds.

“You feel so good.” Taylor’s head fell back onto the concrete edge of the pool, making a loud thud.

Mac laughed, “Oh my god. Are you okay?”

Taylor nodded, glaring at her. “Shut the fuck up and touch me already, Mackenzie.”

“Is our deal still on?” Mackenzie whispered between kisses.

Taylor’s forehead wrinkled. “Our deal?”

Mac nodded. “Whoever wins gets to fucked?”

A hearty laugh erupted from Taylor’s chest. “Sure, why not?”

“Just making sure before I kick your ass.” Mac lightly bit into the wet skin of Taylor’s neck.

“Careful,” Taylor whimpered.

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