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"Oh, Brock, I'm getting close," I scream, my hands gripping the sides of the dryer even tighter. "Please, don't stop."

"Me too, stepbro." His thrusts become more frantic and determined. I can tell he's reaching his limit as well.

With one final, deep thrust, Brock pulls out and hot ropes of cum splatter across my back.

The sensation of his release triggers my own, and I come hard inside the dryer, my vision blurring as pleasure takes over every inch of my body.

"Damn, Blakely. You cameinthe fucking dryer?"

"Shut the fuck up, stepbro!"

A part of me wonders if this is some bizarre dream, but the lingering warmth on my back and the reality of our tangled bodies tell me otherwise.

As our breathing evens out, Brock's strong arms wrap around me, pulling me in for a gentle kiss. Our lips meet, warm and tender, sealing the intense experience. Even though we're still physically connected in this vulnerable position, the affectionate gesture fills me with a sense of reassurance that goes beyond lust.

"Blakely," Brock murmurs against my lips as he tugs me free, "I can't believe I fucked you like we’re in a porn video."

"At least I’m out now."

"Damn right."

"I still need to find my lost sock, though."

Brock grins, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Then, as if suddenly realizing why I found myself in this situation in the first place, he glances down at the dryer. "Hey, look what I found."

Stretching out a muscular arm, he plucks something out of the dryer and holds it triumphantly between his fingers.

It's the missing sock, the very thing that started this whole ridiculous—and incredibly sexy—escapade.

"Finally," I exclaim, laughing despite the absurdity of it all. "Who would have thought that a lost sock could lead to this?"

"Life works in mysterious ways."

Brock presses another quick kiss to my lips before handing me the sock.

"Here," he says, smirking playfully. "You might want to wash this again now."

"Ha, very funny," I retort, except it is covered in cum. Christ, Brock turns me on.

I glance down at our naked bodies and the evidence of our recent activities. "We should probably clean up before anyone else comes home."

"Agreed," Brock nods, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But maybe next time we do laundry, let's make sure you don’t look so goddamn tempting, okay?"

"That’s harder than it sounds."

"The way I fucking like it," Brock rasps, making me squeal as he tickles me.

CHAPTER24

BROCK

Tension charges the air as my teammates and I hustle onto the practice field. The big game is a week away, and everyone knows it's time to step up the effort.

My muscles tense with anticipation, and I glance at my fellow Riverside Rawdogs, trying to gauge their focus.

"Let's get moving." Coach blows his whistle, signaling us to begin our warm-ups. I stretch my legs, feeling the burn in my quads, and try to stay present, but something inside me keeps pulling my focus elsewhere.

"Hey, Brock, you ready for this?" Justin slaps me on the back, snapping me out of my thoughts. His brown eyes are filled with determination, and I can tell he's all in.

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