Page 136 of Off Season

“Alguien te ha follado así alguna vez?”Has anyone ever fucked you like this?

I shake my head and whimper, “No.”

For the first time while on top, I completely give up control. I couldn’t stop my orgasm if I wanted to.

“Está bien romperse. Choca por mí. Déjalo ir.”It’s okay to break. Crash for me. Let go.

And I do.

I’m awakenedby the sounds of multiple female voices, but my eyes are still closed, not wanting to open them to the bright morning lights. I can feel and smell that I’m wrapped in Cheetah’s arms. If I dreamed last night, I don’t want to wake up.

It was amazing. We kept going at it over and over. I swear the man has endless boners and stamina.

“You two have been a verynautibuoy and anautigull.”

I hear the females all giggling. I finally peel my eyes open to see Reagan Daulton’s smiling face standing over us. Next to her is an attractive blonde woman who resembles Reagan but with huge green eyes, and a shorter brunette with the same green eyes.

I look around. The pillows of our fort have collapsedso I can see where we are. We’re still on the truck/boat under a bevy of blankets, but we appear to be parked in a lot next to the river.

I elbow Cheetah. “Wake up. We’ve been busted by the sex police.”

The women laugh again while Cheetah blinks his eyes open and looks at the three of them. “Did we do a fivesome that I forgot about?”

I giggle. “You wish.” I take in Reagan and the two women with her and mumble, “Actually,Iwish.”

Reagan shakes her head. “You guys are lucky that the port authority officer recognized Cruz and called me. Otherwise, you’d be in deep ship.” She points to the blonde woman next to her. “This is my sister, Skylar.” She points to the brunette. “And this is my other sister, Harley. We were having coffee this morning on our way to work when I received a lovely call about one of my players being naked in public. How exciting for me to arrive and learn that it’stwoof my players,” she says sarcastically.

Skylar is dressed in a fancy business suit like Reagan, but Harley is in scrubs.

I shrug as I yawn. “He’s been gone for a month. My porthole was in need of servicing.”

They all smile, and Reagan shakes her head. “You’ve got a lot of big deck energy, Cruz.”

Harley adds, “Tell us the hull truth.”

I roll my eyes. “Your family is full of cheesy puns. I’ve got one for you. Kiss my aft. It’s no one’s business but ours.”

Cheetah nods. “Yeah. Ship happens. Get over it. We’re not bothering anybody.”

Reagan holds up her hands. “No judgment, but they were about to call the cops, so I said I’d handle it.”

Cheetah looks at Harley more closely. “I feel like we’ve met.”

I nod. “You probably slept with her.” I hold up my hand for a high five. “She’s hot. Nicely done.”

Harley shakes her head. “I was one of the doctors treating Layton Lancaster when he broke his leg. I met you that night.”

Cheetah slowly nods. “Oh right, the hot doc who was Reagan’s sister. I remember.” He turns his head to me and unashamedly announces, “We thought someone ordered him a stripper.”

I look Harley’s gorgeous body up and down. “I get that.”

Reagan sighs. “Just get dressed and get out of here before the press gets wind of this. I’ve got a lot of shit going on. The last thing I need is bad press from my players.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

TWO MONTHS LATER

KAMRYN

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