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I lower my gaze to the ground, a trembling breath slipping past my lips. “For a second, I thought I would lose you to him.”

She shakes her head and gives my hand a squeeze. “I hope you know that I never felt anything for him. I thought going on a date with him would help me move on and get my mind off you. But it only made me realize how much I wanted to be with you.” With her gaze locked on mine, she places her palm on my cheek. “You’ll never lose me. I’m yours, Maddox. Always have been. Always will be.”

A warm rush of emotions floods my chest as her words envelope me like a sweet symphony. They serve as a promise of forever and of our unbreakable bond.

I rest my forehead on hers and weave my fingers through her hair. “And I will always be yours.”

I pull her close to me, kissing her soft pink lips. Every kiss we share is electric, sending zings down my spine and awakening every single nerve. Her lips part slightly and I thrust my tongue inside.

The moan she releases in my mouth has my cock throbbing with need. Lifting her up, I move her to the counter and pull my T-shirt over her head. She lets out a sharp cry when I place my mouth over her swollen peaks, licking and sucking in quick succession.

My hand moves between her legs and a deep groan rumbles through me when I find her panties soaked with arousal. “Do you still need time to recover? Or can you take my dick again?” Pushing her panties to the side, I slip two fingers in her with ease.

Her head falls back and unintelligible words slip through her lips.

“I’m gonna need you to speak clearly.” I push my fingers deeper, hitting her sensitive spot while I rub her clit, and she lets out a strangled cry.

“Maddox!” she moans, tightening her grip on the counter.

The sight of her topless and moaning with my fingers inside her has my cock rock-hard. And she is so fucking wet. A small puddle is already forming on my counter.

I can’t take it anymore. I need to be inside her. Pushing my shorts off, I release my aching bulge from its confinement.

I rip off her lace panties and drag the head of my cock through her dripping pussy. She squirms on the counter and her breathing becomes erratic. “You’re still not giving me an answer.” My fingers tug her nipples and she lets out a loud gasp.

“Fuck me, Maddox.” She wraps her hand around my length and positions it near her entrance. “Don’t hold back. Fuck me hard.”

Her words awaken something primal within me. Spreading her legs wide, I grip her thighs and slam my cock into her tight cunt.

Her screams of pleasure ripple through the entire house as I fuck her senseless, pounding into her with deep, brutal thrusts.

My phone buzzes repeatedly on the counter, a flurry of messages lighting up the screen—it’s the team group chat. I switch it to Do Not Disturb. I have more important matters to take care of.

After giving her multiple earth-shattering orgasms on my kitchen counter, I check my phone while Annalise rinses off in the shower.

Darius

Coach just called me and said practice is canceled. Chandler got into a car accident. They had to rush him to the hospital.

Elijah

Oh fuck, it must be bad. I pray that he’ll be okay.

Andrés

Oh God. What’s his condition? What hospital are they taking him to?

Darius

I’m not sure. And Greenwich Memorial. I’m heading there now.

My blood runs cold and bile rises in my throat. Chandler and I aren’t the best of friends or anything, but he’s one of my nicest guys I’ve ever met. He always remains positive and lifts up everyone on the team after a loss.

I call Elijah’s and he answers after the second ring.

“Dude, I just saw the text,” I say. “I hope he’s okay. Have you left yet?”

“I hope so, too. And I’m getting ready now. Do you think you could pick me up?” Elijah’s voice sounds frantic on the other line.