Page 96 of Rival Summer

He leaned in closer with an arrogant smile. "You've always been my girl."

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer until our lips crashed together, grinding my hips against his hand.

“Oh, fuck.” I moaned in pleasure as his fingers continued to work their magic, teasing and stroking my swollen clit until I was gasping with need. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away, leaving me aching for more.

“Not yet,” he whispered and stood up, peeling off his shirt. His muscles looked even more defined and toned from the sunlight peeking through the windows. My heart raced at thesight of him. He reached down, undoing his pants and freeing his throbbing cock before sliding on a condom.

He positioned himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my entrance. His lips devoured mine in a possessive kiss before his teeth grazed my neck, sending shivers down my body. He achingly teased me, tracing circles around my swollen clit with the tip of his cock.

"Boston, please,” I gasped. “I need you inside me."

He growled. "Tell me how much you want me, that you feel what I feel."

I whimpered. "Boston, I want you, I need you, I fucking love you."

I could feel my body trembling with anticipation as he pushed inside, pressing his hips slowly but relentlessly against me. The sensation was incredible, his size filling me. I moaned in response, and he captured my sounds with his lips.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted, lifting up one of my knees.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate to start, slowly building up speed. I clenched around him, my body responding to his every movement.

"Fuck," I whimpered, his hands holding my body tight, his fingers digging into my hips, pulling me closer as he thrusted deeper and harder.

The tension was building, my orgasm approaching quickly. He must have sensed it because he suddenly changed his angle, hitting that perfect spot.

I moaned, "Oh god, Boston, holy fuck, don't stop."

I dug my nails into his back as he pounded into me relentlessly, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins.

"That's it, pretty girl," he barked, his own orgasm building as he pushed deeper into me. "Come for me."

"Boston," I whimpered, my breath hitching. "I'm… going to… oh god..."

I came with a cry, my body convulsing as pleasure washed over me.

"Fuck," he roared, his own release triggered by mine as he came. I could feel his cock pulsing in me as he let out a breath. “I’ll never get enough of this,” he said, then picked me up and carried me before we collapsed in a heap on the couch, our bodies spent and satiated.

As we lay there, panting and sweaty, I couldn't help but feel the satisfaction flow through me. I knew he'd just accomplished what he wanted with the jersey. There was no way I’d ever forget what we’d just done—and on Willow’s kitchen island at that.

"So summer is almost over," he flashed that charming grin at me. "How many points have I scored with you so far?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Infinity, Boston," I rolled closer and rested my head on his chest. "Infinity."

His smile widened, and he dipped his head closer to mine. "Good answer." Then his lips captured mine in a kiss.

That moment—it was everything I’d ever wanted. The boy who raced ahead of me on his bike, who threw acorns at my window to get my attention, who made every birthday wish seem possible, Boston Riley—was all mine. I still saw the shadow of the boy I’d grown up next door to in his smile. That smile that dared me to dream bigger than our small town.

If I could have spoken to my younger self, I would have whispered with a smile, "We got him—he's all ours." The boy who captured our heart the moment we first saw him. That night, under the stars, we didn’t just exchange a jar of light or a simple friendship bracelet—we exchanged our hearts. Despite the distance, the missed chances, and the imperfect roads we traveled, we still found our way back to each other.

THIRTY-TWO

boston

The sharp dingof my phone pierced the quiet as Chandler and I sat on the dock, me silently admiring her while she took in her favorite view. I sat up reluctantly, stretching out to grab my phone, and I couldn’t help but smile as I read the messages.

Bailey

One last end of summer celebration?

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