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Her eyes slice back to mine, a hint of that challenge back in them. “I’ll be more impressed when you show me what you can do with it.”

As she utters those words, my body tenses, because she’s wrapping her soft hand around my rigid length and positioning it right at her entrance.

The feeling of her warmth against my tip has my heart going crazy in my chest, the base of my spine knotting with want so tightly that it’s painful.

I push into her. My body instantly floods with pleasure, relief, and feelings I can’t even put names to. I feel complete. Like I’ve been walking around with a piece of my soul missing, and I’ve just found it again.

“Lane.” My name is a whimper on Scarlett’s lips after she pulls in a quick breath.

I still, our bodies fitted together, her leg wrapped around my waist, giving her time to adjust to my size. The liquid heat of her rippling around me is downright mind-melting.

When I feel her relax, I tilt my hips back and slowly thrust into her again. My nerves burn with bliss as my cock slides against her tight, slick walls.

I press her closer against the wall with my chest, so she can lift her other leg and wrap both around my waist. She hooks her ankles at the small of my back to pull me further into her.

Our moans twirl together as I continue to rut into her, slowly losing my thread of self-control. Her fingertips dig into my back, and if it weren’t for the slickness of the pool water still on our bodies, I’m positive she’d be leaving scratch marks.

My balls tighten. An intense feeling beats through me, telling me I’m about to come.

“Inside me,” she moans. “Finish inside me.”

Fuck. Her words scramble my brain, turning me into nothing but sheer instinct as I rut faster, the pleasure notching up with every thrust as my orgasm builds.

When Scarlett clutches around my length and her body quivers with her orgasm, I come undone.

My eyes and jaw clench as I spill inside her. I’m dimly aware of her teeth digging into the knotted muscle of my shoulder as she rides out her climax.

When we come down, I pull out, and she unhooks her legs from around my hips. We hold and lean against each other to stay upright, utterly spent and exhausted and floating on a cloud.

I wrap my arms around her tight. This time, I’m never letting go again.

38

SCARLETT

Idon’t even feel the chill of the night air. The warm buzz thrumming through my body keeps the cold at bay; even if the feeling were to wane, the warmth radiating from Lane’s body would pick up the slack. His arm is looped around my shoulders, tucking me close to his side.

There’s still a burbling undercurrent in my mind that’s impossible to settle after the bombshell that just exploded in the pool.

The wasted year and a half, the new understanding I have of so many of my and Lane’s interactions since I came here, the shocking fact that Caleb stooped even lower than I ever thought him capable of … it’s a lot to deal with.

But it’s still just an undercurrent. All the outrages, questions, and shocks are drowned out by the certainty that Lane and I have each other now.

Lane and I haven’t done a lot of talking since he fucked me senseless. The orgasm ripped through me like it was building up in my body for the entire year and a half since I last felt him inside me, and it must have been minutes before I was able to see straight.

Lane just held me close while my body was like jelly, with my face pressed into his chest. Then, we took a shower, and he cleaned me up. Afterward, we dried off, dried our underwear as well as we could with the towels, got dressed, and now we’re walking home.

Are we dating now? I’m not sure. That’s what it feels like, but like I said, Lane and I have done a lot more touching than talking in the last several minutes.

I know what I want. A relationship with Lane. A real one.

I also know he’s moving to California to be a professional hockey player after this semester ends.

Is he as ready to give the long-distance thing a try as he was a year and a half ago before Caleb blew up our chance to see if it would actually work?

When we walk up to the house, it’s clear the rest of the guys are home. The downstairs lights that we turned off when we left are all blazing, and we can hear rambunctious laughter as we walk up the porch steps.

In front of the door, I pause.

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