He leans over me, hips working in short, frantic bursts, and sinks his teeth into the back of my neck as he buries himself to the hilt.
I feel the hot rush of his release, the twitch and pulse of his cock as he empties himself inside me. It seems to go on forever, each feral grunt and snarl sending aftershocks racing down my spine.
Finally, he collapses on top of me, his breath gusting hot and damp against my ear. We lay like that for long minutes, trembling and gasping, our sweat-slick skin sticking together.
When he pulls out, I can't bite back my whimper at the loss. He rolls to the side with a groan, flopping onto his back, and I realize for the first time how pale he is beneath his flush.
“You were right. I shouldn't have—”
“No shit,” I snap, taking in his still paling complexion. I want to smack him, punch him, knock some sense into him. “You're not fucking invincible, Jackson.”
“Says who?” He reaches for my hand, then laces our fingers together. “Besides, it was worth it.”
I roll my eyes as I get off the bed. My ass throbs with every movement, the skin hot and tender, but it's a good ache. In the bathroom, I clean myself up, even pushing some of his cum back inside me.
Then I grab a washcloth and bring it back to the bed.
Jackson watches me through heavy-lidded eyes as I wipe the sweat and lube from his skin. I sort of like taking care of him. I mean, it’s just post sex cleanup. But I feel . . . needed by him. “About your earlier comment, I think I’d like that.”
He quirks a brow, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “And which comment would that be?”
“You know which one, asshole.”
“Falling in love with me already?” He bats his eyes and plasters on a big grin.
“Maybe.” Figured my response would shut him up, throw him off. Bet he figured I’d backpedal.
What I don’t expect is for his cheeks to turn bright red as he smiles so wide, as if I’ve just handed him the moon. It does something to my insides, and when he lifts up onto his elbows and kisses me, I’m done for.
“Killian Blackwell, like you ever had a choice in being anything other than mine.”
I give him the finger. “You're such a cocky bastard. And by the way, my mom already called youmyboyfriend anyway, which means I’m not yours. You’remine.”
His eyes widen, mouth fully agape. “You told your mom about me?”
“Uh, yeah. She wants to meet you.”
“You're going to kill me,” he mumbles, pulling me back into bed, his hands sliding down to grab my ass, possessive and sure, and the ache of it makes me shiver. “I hope you know that.”
I grin, nipping at his bottom lip. “Well, yeah. It’s been written in the stars since the day we were probably born. Definitely since the day I kicked your ass at camp back when we were ten.”
“In your dreams, fuckface. Everyone knows I won that fight.” He looks down at my neck. “Your teammates ask about the bruising?”
“Not outright.” Raiyne’s been the most curious, especially since I’ve been disappearing.
Trembley too.
Both of them have made passing comments about me hooking up with an aggressive girl, and I haven’t bothered to correct them. Not that it’s about being a guy. It’s just because it’sJackson.
It certainly doesn’t help that we’re playing against each other tomorrow. The winner will move on to the semi-finals. The loser’s season comes to an end. And I won’t be taking it easy on the asshole.
It’s not who we are.
But once playoffs are over, I don’t have to hide who I’ve fallen in love with. I’m not sure how my friends will feel about it, but maybe it won’t be such a big deal if we win.
Either way, I’ll come out winning something, and I can’t help but be happy about it.
“Between the two of us, we’ve given each other more bruises in the past few days than in the years we spent fighting. Guess we’ve always been marking one another, just never realized it.”
