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“Alright, you two, don’t make me play referee.” Riley stands between us, holding her hands up. She turns toward Austin. “We’ll get out of your way and head upstairs and get out of these wet clothes. We’ll probably stay in my room and watch a movie.” She grabs my hands and laces our fingers together before heading toward the stairs. “You won’t even know we’re here, so you can get back to your—what, three shows a night?”

Our laugh echoes as we race up the stairs, ignoring Austin flipping us the middle finger.

“Shower?” Riley asks as we approach the bathroom door.

“Don’t have to ask me twice. If it involves you naked, the answer is always yes.”

I can’t see, but I know she’s rolling her eyes at me.

“By the way, babe, if your guy’s performance is anything like that,” I say, referring to Austin’s performance we walked in on, “I’m pretty sure I’ve got this in the bag.”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t underestimate me.” There’s mischief and challenge dancing in her eyes.

Riley lets out a shriek when I reach down and grab her thighs from behind and lift her onto the counter before settling between her spread thighs. Her hands rake over my beard.

“You know I love this on you.”

I belt out a chuckle. “Pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit about it.”

“Well, no one else gets to experience how incredible it feels against their skin.” Riley wraps her legs around my back and tugs me closer.

“Oh, yeah?” I ask, leaning down and pressing my face into the crook of her neck. “Right here?”

“Lower.” Her voice is husky and full of need.

If I wasn’t turned on right now and worried she might kick me, I’d pull an Austin Powers joke and lower my voice instead of my mouth. I know I make the right decision, peppering kisses down the valley of her breasts with her little whimpers of need. I unhook her bra and discard it to the floor.

“You’re getting warmer.” A light flush covers her cheeks, my favorite shade of pink.

Riley’s stomach muscles tense as she lifts so that I can remove her pants, which is not an easy task pulling wet denim that has clung to her like a second skin.

Sliding my finger through her pussy, I find her arousal coating her lower lips. “Mmm, and you’re getting wetter.”

I slip a finger inside her with ease, twisting it around like a corkscrew, like I know she loves and which gets her off quickly.

“Baby, you need to be quiet, or Austin is going to hear you.”

Another moan slips from her lips as her walls clench around my fingers. To silence her, I kiss the hell out of her. Her moans travel straight to my cock, and I need to have her.

“Come on, let’s get in the shower so I can fuck you against the wall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Chapter 39

Riley

Timeflieswhenyou’rehappy and in love. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself because somehow, we blinked and it’s already January and the night of the PTA lip-sync fundraiser.

Winter break was kind of a blur. My entire family came to visit over Christmas. I really didn’t think I could fall even deeper in love with Cooper Graham until I saw him with my nieces. They clung to him like glue. By the end of the trip, they were both calling him Uncle Coopy, although my youngest niece, who is only two, pronounced it more like Uncle Poopy.

Lyla’s husband, Gavin, knew I had a history with the famous Cooper Graham, but seeing him fangirl over him was priceless. He was in even more shock when Sutton left early to go spend New Year’s Eve with Ace in Chicago.

When not rehearsing with Austin or hanging out with family, Cooper and I searched for a house. After what felt like years, we finally found one that we both loved. We just submitted an offer yesterday and are waiting to hear back. It’s close to his parents’ house.

As I watch the art department perform the Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way,” my mind swirls with anxiety.

Will I remember all the choreography?

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