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Shakes.

Squeaks again.

Begins screaming and coming on my cock in such a rapid succession that there’s no way to stop my own searing surges from shooting deep inside as I praise the carnal combination of actions, “You’re such a fucking beauty when you come for me, Arden.” Throatily saying her name simply inspires her to howl mine. “Such a fucking beauty when you’re all mine…” I wolfishly brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “And only mine…”

Chapter 16

Arden

Big NYE dub for the boys.

Another typical loss for me.

Not that I actually expected anything different.

I’m not the social princess that my wombmate is.

I don’t rent out a downtown lounge for two hundred of my closestSnapWhorefollowers to listen to Cooper Copeland play songs I’ve handpicked or rent a superyacht off the coast of South Haven for seventy of my closest IG clones to play strip disco with Olympians that used to row or play Rugby or whatever sport is dubbed “it” for the season by the trendsetters.

Bringing in a New Year’s Day birthday with a big NYE bash isn’t my style.

Even when we were kids.

She’d basically host a miniature version of the party our parents were throwing for all the kids of the socialites who were there while I basically did what I’m currently doing, which is shoveling chocolate mousse into my mouth, ignoring the faint ringing from my tinnitus, and watching aKing Arthuradaptation.

As an adult, I’ve grown quite addicted to theLegend of the Sword.

I mean…come on.

It’s Charlie fucking Hunnam.

Who doesn’t love a gorgeous blond accented man?!

Discontentment that I can’t be with mine tonight due to the team’s rooftop bash the boys are expected to attend pushes to me stuff another bite inside to assist in keeping the emotion buried deep down.

Deep, deep down.

Like it’s not as though it’s not currently buried.

It’s just not,notburied.

Bear flops his face onto my thigh and releases a giant huff of unhappiness.

“Look, bud, I know,” I grumble around the spoon in my mouth, “but there’s not shit I can do about the fireworks.”

He snuffs again to clarify his point.

“Or about Tanner not texting because he has to party it up on some downtown rooftop with skate sluts…” aggressively stabbing the spoon into the bowl is mindlessly done, “that probably have their tits hanging out,” I jab at the treat a second time, “and are offering to give him a blowie in the back,” another violent poke is delivered, “or let him London Bridge them in their room or limo or back alley…”

Fuckme,I hate this whole no fraternization shit.

I get it.

Boys in the past have fucked up.

Scandals the team didn’t need.

Scandals the team couldn’t afford.

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