Page 38 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

When was the last time I had good sex like this?

Since the day before Maddox O’Riley Wilson left Strattonville.

The best part is, he’s not done.

Oh, no. We’re going all night.

“You know you’ve just awakened a beast, right?” he whispers in my ear while catching his breath.

The words make me tremble for far different reasons.

“You know I love when you go all beast mode.”

He chuckles into the nape of my neck before kissing my feverish skin.

“You’re going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“A good type of sore,” I suggest. “Fuck. If I keep swearing like this, I’ll screw up tomorrow.”

“When Coach Johnson is back.” He sounds oddly pleased.

I have a strong feeling he wants to casually walk into the kitchen like old times and surprise the poor man like, “Hey. Back after five years. Got some bacon? It’s cheat day today.”

He always used to say that shit when he was training to bulk up.

“Yeah. When my father returns, and I’m simply saying fucking all the time instead of pucking.”

“He realizes your twenty-five, right?”

“That depends on a lot of factors,” I admit with a bit of quirkiness in my voice. My arms are around his neck, which helps me hug him against me.

“Is cheat day tomorrow” I ponder, waiting for my body to calm down a little more before we go again.

“Surprisingly enough, it is,” he admits. “You got bacon?”

I laugh, expecting him to ask that.

“Always have a pack in the fridge.”

Hugging me back, his lips press against the top of my head. I know my confession hits home and hits him hard in his heart that I wonder is still healing.

“What happened to us?” I ponder.

“I fell in love with you, Mikayla Cross Johnson.” I never thought he’d admit it. “And the idea of sharing you scared me. To the point… I thought losing you was the only way.”

Neither of us says another word. We just hug each other and listen to the beat of our hearts.

I’m slipping away before I realize it, but I know I won’t sleep long with his cock still deep inside me. A quick nap before another round of sensual madness.

“Can we try again?”

I wonder if I’m dreaming those words.

Snuggling closer to him instead, I dare to answer truthfully as I slip away into the comforting darkness.

“Let’s try again.”

The One Who Almost Got Away

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