Page 4 of Rules We Break

Fuck me. I press back against him, trying to speed him up. He chuckles against my shoulder and reaches around my waist to grasp my cock again.

This time it’s more than I can take and I start to thrust back and forth searching for my release.

River runs his teeth along the shell of my ear. “Beg for it.”

“Fucking Christ.” I groan. “Please. River, please fuck me.”

His control snaps and he bites into my shoulder, his cock slamming into my ass over and over as his fist strokes my cock. I don’t bother trying to be quiet. The entire team could come in and nothing could stop what’s happening right now.

His fingers clench almost painfully and my release crashes through me, my body shuddering with every spurt of my release.

“That’s it, Baby.” River’s strokes slow, and grow languid as I come down from my orgasm. Once I’ve steadied myself, he grips the back of my neck, pressing my face hard into the wall. The cool tile digging into my cheek while he fucks me with abandon. The sharp snap of his thrust echo through the room as he chases his own release over the edge with a deep rumbling moan. “Alex.”

Breathing heavily, he kisses the nape of my neck tenderly. “You’re going to kill me.”

“The feeling’s fucking mutual.” I grind out, fully collapsed against the wall, not even shifting as he pulls out. I’m like jelly, clinging onto the cool white tile for balance. River washes me and the sweet smell of his body wash fills the air. He has a thing about marking us with his smell and the deepest, primal part of me isn’t mad about it.

He flips me around, washing my front and drops his head to mine. Dark eyes search my face. “I love you.”

No matter how many times he says it, my stomach still flips. “I love you too.”

He bites my lower lip before pulling back. “Let’s get home to our girl.”

CHAPTER2

RIVER

I watchAlex get ready across the room as I meticulously roll the sleeves of my crisp button up shirt, revealing my forearms. By the time we’d made it out of the shower, the rest of the guys were already out in the hall. Alex had turned a cute shade of pink, but all I felt was a possessive sense of pride.

I swear to fucking God, Alex is taking his sweet time pulling on his shirt. He’s facing his locker, joggers hung low on his hips, and the muscles of his back ripple with his movements. I have half a mind to drag him back into the shower. The bright white fabric slips down his spine and I let out a breath.

If this man knew how gone I am for him…no screw that, I want him to know. I want him to fucking scream it from the rooftops. I close the distance between us with three long strides, wrap my arms around his middle and bury my face into his neck, taking a deep breath.

He leans into me and says, “I’m never going to finish getting ready if you touch me like this.”

I splay my palm over his stomach and bite my bottom lip as his muscles flex underneath. “That’s not the deterrent you think it is.”

He chuckles and spins in my arms. His eyes widen when I press closer, crowding him until his back hits the locker.

“Anything you want. Ask and it’s yours.” I say, fingers tightening on my hip.

His head tilts to the side as he takes me in, and with one brow arched Alex asks. “Anything?”

I nod, not knowing what I can give him that he doesn’t have, but wanting to do it anyway.

“Bugatti Chiron.” He blurts out, smiling like he doesn’t believe me.

“Done.”

He tilts his head. “Serious?”

“Dead fucking serious.”

“Fuck off.” He scoffs.

I lean in and nip his bottom lip, promising. “Later.”

He gulps and clears his throat. “Well, what do you want?”

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