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“Just want a few quiet minutes with you since I’m not gonna get to see you again for hours.” I slide my hand over the hump of her ass, and grab her beneath her skirt. She giggles, but it’s breathy and low, like she wants me as bad as I want her right now.

She sways us to the closed door, and twists the deadbolt. Before I know what’s what, my belt is open, my pants are around my thighs and Riley is on her knees, tongue out.

“How fast can you be, sir?” She juts out her tongue again before adding, “and you can’t mess up my makeup.”

I place my hand on her head and use the other to stroke myself, and Riley uses her tongue to keep me from leaking as I do.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” I whisper, pumping myself faster and faster.

She kisses the head then drags her tongue from my balls all the way to my cockhead, making me shiver. “When I’m out there with the girls, and you’re up in those bleachers feeling all cold and lonely,” she draws out, knocking my hand away to stroke me herself. “You can take solace knowing that I have a belly full of your cum.”

“Oh Jesus,” I swear, still keeping my voice quiet as she uses one hand to stroke me onto her open tongue, and the other to lift up her skirt.

“I hadn’t gotten around to putting my panties on yet,” she says, and I look down to see her stroking her hand through the soft blonde curls on her pussy, teasing me.

She twists her hand, and I come shamefully fast and hard, hardly able to stand as I unload onto her tongue. When I finish, she swallows, and I yank her to her feet, gently pushing her over the footboard of the bed. Lifting her skirt, I lean over her body, pressing my lips to her ear.

“Don’t you dare let anyone see this pussy, you hear me? This greedy little pussy is mine,” I growl, talking dirty and possessive, the way I know she loves. I rear back and spank her ass cheek, watching her bite into her fist to stifle the pained cry it brings. I take my hand away and kiss the place I spanked her.

She turns to face me, snatching her panties and bloomers off the bed. Her room is always neat and nice, and smells like shampoo and her. I love her here, but more than that, I lovethe example she sets for Jo Jo, who now also keeps her room clean.

“I wanted that swat, sir,” she says, sticking out her tongue. “So thank you.”

Jo Jo knocks on the door, and I pull my pants up and buckle my belt. “Hey, hello? It’s time to go.”

“We’re coming, I was telling Riley how much I’m gonna miss her while she’s out there,” I say, because that is a version of the truth.

Jo Jo makes a vomit noise. “Okay lovebirds. We gotta go, so maybe just text her that from the bleachers.”

Jasmine drives herself, because she’s stopping to pick up a few other girls who need a ride, but Jo Jo rides with us. When I let the two of them out at the field so I can go park, I idle there a moment, watching them walk up to the gates together. Jo Jo says something, and the both of them erupt in laughter. They have inside jokes, they have secrets, they have their own tiffs and moments of warmth.

They have their own relationship, and it’s working, as they disappear behind the fence, I realize, pretty soon I need to talk to Jo Jo about Miss Rivers becoming Mrs. Turner.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-THREE

Jo Jo plopsa strawberry into her mouth and talks with her mouthful. “You could just cancel. I support you cancelling,” she says.

Sighing, I smooth my hands over the duvet again and reach for the bowl of fruit on the bed tray. Jake served me breakfast in bed this morning, but Jo Jo and I had a sleepover last night so we’re both enjoying breakfastin bed.

“I can’t cancel. I promised I’d go at least once and they’re coming here so I have to reward their efforts with at least one session.” Jo Jo fills my mug with coffee from the French press, and snags another berry. “Thanks for hanging out with me last night. I had fun. It took my mind off of things.” I smile.

Today is my first therapy appointment with my parents. I’ve been a nervous wreck since we planned this a month ago. That was the first time I decided to answer their calls, and on that call I said if they wanted to have any sort of relationship with me, it had to be meaningful, and if it were to be meaningful, we needed therapy. I don’t want to rehash things and talk about all the pain they’ve caused. I think I’d rather get a pap smear in front of a priest. I’m doing it because I said I would.

Jo Jo told me she wanted to have a slumber party to take my mind off of it. Jake had plans for me, too, but I couldn’t say no to girl time with my girl. When I told him that Jo Jo wanted to do a girls night, he told me he could wait—that Jo Jo and I bonding is as important to him as the two of us.

We wore face masks, watched The Wedding Planner, baked cookies and painted each other's toenails, all before falling asleep under the soft glow ofFriday Night Lightsreruns.

It was a good night.

Different from the nights I would have with Jake, but good in so many other ways.

My phone rings, and I snatch it off the nightstand to answer. Jo Jo grabs her phone and scrolls while I talk.

“You ready for it?” Leah asks, yawning into the phone.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. How are you?” I ask her. In the last month, Leah has begun seeing someone but she won’t tell me who. I try not to press too much, but I’m absolutely dying to know.

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