Page 107 of Finding Fate

“Well, Emma won’t mind covering for me, and you can ask one of the guys. Doesn’t Noah owe you a cover story?” Jet nodded, beaming at her reaction. “Oh, this is perfect,” Annie squealed, kicking her feet under the sheets in excitement.

He laughed, watching her. “So does this help make up for the game?”

“Definitely, but it wasn’t going to be all bad anyway.” He gave her a look of confusion, and she threw him a grin. “Because you’re going to be standing next to me during halftime, looking so sexy in that uniform.”

Jet grinned back. “Oh, so you like the uniform, do you?”

“I like youin the uniform,” Annie corrected him. “So hot…”

“You’re so hot,” he said and pulled her on top of him.

She giggled and kissed him before sliding back off and getting out of the bed. He slid his arms behind his head and watched her pull on her clothes.

“Aren’t you getting up?” she asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. Pulling her bare body on top of his right before they needed to get out of bed had not been the smartest of choices.

She grinned when she realized what was going on. “Okay. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Annie smiled to herself as she pulled out a piece of apple pie from the fridge, Jet’s favorite, and put it in the microwave to heat up for them to share before she had to head home. Normally, she could have stayed for another hour or so, but Izzy would have her head if she didn’t allow herself plenty of time to get ready for tonight.

She went to get the whipped cream from the fridge while she waited, knowing that Jet wouldn’t think the pie was complete without it, and closed the refrigerator door. Turning, she saw a form waiting directly behind her.

“Holy crap!” she cried. Whipped cream sprayed from the nozzle as her fingers pressed against it in surprise. She watched the cold, white fluff shoot out from the can, directly into Jet’s face.

Her free hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide. Jet stared back at her, shock and whipped cream covering his expression. They stayed like that for a few seconds until they both burst out in laughter.

When they finally were able to catch their breath, Annie straightened up to meet Jet’s gaze. “I’m so sorry, babe.” Subtle laughter still filled her voice.

“Don’t worry about it. That just means I get to do this.” He grinned and wiped some of the cream from his face with his hand, quickly spreading it across her cheek.

Her mouth gaped open, but a grin still played at her lips. She lifted the can and gave the nozzle another quick press, this time sending the fluff into the crook of his neck.

He lunged for her then, wrapping his arms around her body and listening to her squeal playfully as he fought her for the can. He tickled her ribs to get her to release her grip and backed away.

She turned the second she realized she’d lost control of the weapon, backing herself against the fridge while she waited for him to make his move.

He pretended to contemplate whether or not he would attack, but they both knew he would. He only made it through a few seconds of the charade before he jumped forward and sprayed it over her face and hair.

She squealed in playful delight while he laughed. When he lowered the can to his side, he saw those playfully mischievous, green eyes searching his expression.

She lunged for him then, determined to have another turn, but he hid the can behind his back and caught her around the waist with his free arm, pulling her close.

Their breathing was labored from their playful scuffle and laughter, and Annie knew she had lost the battle. There was no breaking out of Jet’s wrestler’s grip. In her lighthearted defeat, she leaned into him and kissed his neck, smearing the whipped cream she had sprayed there across his exposed skin.

The act that was meant to be a humorous ending to their play had a slightly different effect as Jet caught Annie’s lips in a messy, white kiss.

Within seconds, they were on the floor, their hands searching one another’s bodies, spreading the cream against newly exposed, bare skin as they hastily pulled away each other’s clothes.

“I don’t have anymore,” Jet said in frustration as Annie reached for his khakis. “Of all the days to run out of condoms,” he thought in aggravation, having planned to restock before the game. “Of course I’d be out when things finally click.”

Annie realized it as well, and she wasn’t willing to stop now, not when they’d finally found this again. For the first time, she was able to have a glimpse at how Izzy and Tucker could have gone ahead with no condom, except she wasn’t unprotected, not anymore, and all she wanted was Jet.

She hastily undid the button and forced his zipper down, discarding his khakis as quickly as possible. “I don’t care,” she growled. “We’re still covered.”

Jet secretly sent waves of thank you’s to their parents through the back of his mind for the loophole as the rest of their clothes tore away, and he and Annie continued to add, spread, and remove whipped cream from their bodies. On the counter, against the fridge, on the floor, anywhere Jet could take her, he did.

She was his Annie again, not the tense, timid mess she’d been in bed these past months, and he dove into it more as their positions of power and control took turns, relishing in their sexual success as they reached an earthshattering finish.

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