Page 94 of The Game Plan

“Miles…” She can hardly breathe. There’s a pleasant pink flush spreading over her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest. “I need you.”

Something inside of me breaks. My willpower is completely shattered.

Sam grabs the condom from her nightstand drawer. I roll the protection over my shaft and give myself a stroke.

I love her. Iloveher. I loveher.

“Fuck me,” the lady says, and I happily oblige.

Every time we do this, we get better and better. I know her rhythm now, what she likes and what makes her moan. She can’t stop touching me, her hands tracing the contours of my shoulders and my chest, her nails digging into my back.

She doesn’t care that all of her roommates are home and probably asleep. She’s loud and unreserved, and I fucking love it.

Her moans urge me on. Working my hand between us, I rub circles at her clit, and a burst of wetness coats my cock. Her head tips back, and she arches against me.

I kiss the column of her throat, sucking the sensitive skin there. I’m surrounded by the heady scent of her, vanilla and cherries and something else uniquely Sam.

“I—I—” She comes with a long, loud moan, her walls clamping down around me with a vise grip. Sam’s legs tighten around me and then relax, her knees opening her up further for me.

My balls draw up, tight, aching. Pressure mounts in the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me.

Sated, her hand runs up and down my back, touching as much of me as she can.

Sweat slicks my chest. It pours down my face. She doesn’t care. I pin her down and take, take, take what I need from her. Our lips meet in a hasty, heady kiss, tongues clashing. Sam bites down on my lower lip and that’s it. Pleasure courses through me. She holds me through it, grounding me.

Withdrawing from within her, somehow I find the coordination to make my legs work. I clean up in the bathroom and come back with a warm washcloth. I help her clean up, and she falls back against the pillows with a sigh.

“You okay, baby?” I brush some of her hair out her sweaty face.

“Never better.” She presses a kiss to my palm. “Come here and hold me.”

Chuckling, I crawl into bed beside her. I scoop her into my arms and hold her close. “Your wish is my command.”

In her arms I find peace. She likes me for me, for the person I am instead of the person everyone expects me to be. She doesn’t care about my shape or my size or how well I perform on the football field. She doesn’t care about my brains or lack thereof, or my grades or lack thereof. She likes me for me. She makes me want to be better. And for her, I will be.

Epilogue

Mackenziewillbethedeath of me. My sister is only seventeen, but dressed up in a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt, her hair and makeup done, she looks old enough to be a college student. I feel like I need to hang a sign around her neck: NOT LEGAL. DO NOT TOUCH.

Next year, I won’t care. Next year, she’ll be able to do whatever the hell she wants.

But right now, she’s an underage high school student getting ready to go to a frat party, and that scares the living daylights out of me. I’ll punch anyone who tries to mess with her.

“Now, let’s talk about the rules,” I say, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes,dad.”

“I don’t care if you drink, but I don’t want you getting trashed.”

To my surprise, Mack nods readily. “I’ll nurse one beer. I’m not interested in getting wasted.”

“No hooking up with guys. Or with girls.”

She’s never really shown much interest in either sex, unlike Ashley, who’s been dating since she was twelve. As far as I know, Mack has never dated anyone. Tonight is not the night for her to start, surrounded by people a few years too old for her.

She scoffs. “Please.”

“You’re underage. You could ruin someone’s life.”

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