I cackle as he shakes his head, doubling down. “That’s fine. I’m on better birth control now.”
There’s a pause as we both remember why that became necessary, but he doesn’t linger on it. He pounds into me, every thrust sending bolts of electricity throughout my body.
I’m too overwhelmed to notice that we’re moving out of the shower, dripping water all over the tiled floor. He walks into his bedroom, still carrying me, and tosses me onto his bed.
“We’re going to soak your sheets.”
He grins as he leans over me, sliding back inside of me with ease. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, baby.”
He thrusts so deep, I’m positive the tip of his cock is hitting my cervix, and it feels so fucking good, I could cry. My pussy starts to flutter from the impending orgasm.
“Look at you,” he chuckles. “You’ve been missing getting fucked like this, haven’t you? Your pussy is practically screaming at me to make you come.”
“I’m not even close,” I lie, but only because when I do come, I want it to be because he’s giving it everything he has.
“Liar,” he chuckles, but he gives me exactly what I want anyway.
He pulls out almost completely, holding still for a moment while the anticipation builds, and then slams back into me. He does this over and over, the pause between pulling out and sliding back into me getting shorter and shorter until he’s ruthlessly pounding me as I come, mumbling gibberish as my body begins to shake of its own accord.
His thrusts are uneven as he finishes inside of me on a low growl, and his warm cum fills me completely.
The only thought running through my mind is:he was made for me, and I was made for him. Nothing else matters.
It’s beena week since Gabriel and I started secretly sleeping together. I almost feel like a teenager again—sneaking around, meeting him in private so that no one on the team or in town catches on. It’s been harder than I expected, not just because I’m fairly certain my brother has figured it out, but because part of me is still hurt that Gabriel chose the tour over me two years ago, when I needed him more than anyone.
So when I get a call from a sponsor in Hawaii offering me a hefty salary to relocate and represent their products in competitions, I don’t say no right away. They email the details and contracts over, and the more I read, the more appealing it becomes.
It would give me breathing room from Gabriel crashing back into my life like a wrecking ball, and from the constant tension between him and my brother. A selfish part of me even believes that leaving might break that cycle and let the team refocus on what actually matters.
Surfing.
I spend three days turning it over in my mind before signing the contracts and sending them back. And just like that, the decision is made. Now I have to tell everyone else, and perfect timing because we’re about to have a team meeting in the Shredder House.
When I get there, I take my usual spot next to Zale and try to steady my nerves while the meeting drags on. When Gabriel asks if anyone has questions, I slowly raise my hand. I glance around, half-hoping someone else will speak first, but when no one does, I stand up.
It’s only once I’m standing that the weight of my decision truly settles in, along with the impact it will have on the team by leaving them with only two female competitors right before the season begins.
“Hi, team,” I say, clearing my throat and wiping my damp palms on my thighs. “I have an announcement to make.”
All eyes turn to me, and my nerves churn so violently I feel like I might throw up. “I was recently offered an opportunity by a sponsor in Hawaii to represent their line in competitions.”
The whole team erupts into cheers and applause immediately.
“That’s amazing, Zalea! Congrats!” Maliah beams from across the room.
I manage a small smile, though it clearly doesn’t reach my eyes because Gabriel and my brother notice right away. Gabriel’s grin fades, hands slipping into his pockets, and I can tell he must know that what I’m going to say next isn’t something he wants to hear.
“Why don’t you look happy?” Zale asks.
“I am,” I say quickly. “It’s just…one of the conditions of the sponsorship is…”
I can’t get the words out, feeling like my throat is closing in on me.
“One of the conditions is that she leaves the team,” Gabriel finishes evenly. “And moves to Hawaii. Is that right?”
Gasps ripple around the room, and Zale jumps to his feet.
“Is that true?” his voice sounds close to breaking.
