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My power feels infinite. I ride his cock slow, then fast, my breasts bouncing with each movement and the look of ecstasy on Spence’s face tells me that he’s right here with me, enjoying every thrust, energy touch, every kiss. My hands grip his shoulders, surely leaving a mark, as I pick up my pace. Spence’s hands span my waist, and he pumps up into me, both of us chasing our orgasms at a frantic speed.
“God, baby, that’s it...yes, fuck, oh...fuck…” he moans, his words a jumble of pants and curses. Nothing compares to the way he feels inside me. Nothing compares to the way I feel in his arms.
Just as I reach my peak, I cry out and Spence shouts, holding me steady as we ride out our orgasms together.
A little while later, I pad into the bathroom and he walks out to the living room to lock up and douse the fire. Moments later, we’re back in bed, wrapped up in each other, and I can’t imagine anything more perfect.
22
Spence
“Fuck! FUCK!!!!!!” I hear the words coming out of my mouth, but my brain is stuck in slow motion as I stare at the numbers on the digital clock at my bedside. No, not my bedside. The fucking resort’s bedside, because we are not at my place like we usually are; we’re an hour and a half away in goddamn Killington because Paige wanted us to have a night to ourselves— to relax.
Fuck. Why did I ever agree to this?
“What’s the matter? Why are you screaming?” My girlfriend, who has the nerve to look perfect when she wakes up, asks.
I’m out of bed, pacing, trying to track down my joggers. Shit. Where did I—? There they are. I scoop them and reach into the left pocket for my phone. “Goddammit!” The screen confirms my fear.
“It’s ten thirty.”
“No, it’s not. There’s no way we—” I show her my phone, and she leaps out of bed. “We’re leaving in five, so pee if you have to,” Paige calls as she rushes out of the room.
“We’ll never make it. It took us an hour and thirty-six minutes yesterday. Even if we leave in five, I’m still late.”
“But not as late as you’ll be if you keep standing there.” She’s already pulled on jeans and a hoodie and is slipping her feet into sneakers. “C’mon, Spence. We gotta hustle. We have plenty of gas. We’ll get on the road and I’ll use your phone to text the guys once we get close. It’s not ideal, but it’ll work.”
I nod and shove my stuff into my duffle before ducking into the bathroom to piss. When I step out again, Paige is standing at the door, keys in hand. “Let’s roll. I double-checked everything and left a ridiculous tip because we didn’t clean up at all.”
“Thanks, I—”
“You’re good. Let’s roll.” I follow her out the door. I should be grateful. Hell, she’s been amazing and she’s gotten us out of here in five minutes flat, like she said. But part of me wants to snap at her for being so fucking cheerful and the other part of me has this awful feeling that things are going to get worse before they get better.
“Two hours? No. I can’t wait two hours for a tow. I need someone as fast as— yes, I know it’s a weekend in December in Vermont. Yes, ma’am...Yes…. Sure.”
“Fucking hell!” I slam the base of my palm against the steering wheel, like that would have any measurable effect on the battery.
I’ve been a total asshole for the last hour, half-bitching and fretting that we’d be late. The universe must have thought I was making a wish because a suspicious rattling noise got increasingly louder as we drove toward school. The fucking car sputtered along the highway, and I had to shove it to the side of the road while coaching Paige on how to drift.
I should have known this would happen. What the fuck was I thinking, letting Paige talk me into going away before two of the biggest games of the year?
So, here we sit. Almost a fucking hour away from where we need to be, with no way to get there. It’s already well past noon, and I’ve totally missed game-day skate. That alone is pretty bad. I mean, unless you have class, your ass better be on that ice. I texted my captains and my coach that I had car trouble and am stuck. No one asked what the fuck I was doing in Barre in the first place.
Honestly, Coach is probably too pissed to ask.
Paige is scrolling on her phone as I sit here fuming, and I can’t blame her. Cat videos on TikTok are way more fun than I am right now.
I just need to figure a way out of this before my dad gets to Burlington and discovers I’m not there. My mom and Ted are out of town with friends, so I can’t even call them. I just need roadside assistance to get here and take us and my broken-down car back to Moo U, STAT.
Two texts come in from my dad, but I ignore them. Time is passing slowly, and I’m trying not to use my phone too much, because the battery is low. Of course it is.
I’m freezing my ass off because the temps keep dropping as the day wears on. I gave Paige the extra hoodie she packed for me, but I can see she’s still shivering.
But when I get a text from JD, I can’t ignore it.
JD: Sorry, man. Coach is pissed. He’s putting Zac in tonight and benching you the next two games. And you know how Coach Keller is. Once he’s made a decision that’s it.
Fuck. My. Life.I must say this out loud because Paige jolts next to me.
