My right hand slides down between us, and I press my thumb to her clit, stroking tight circles over the swollen nub. Her entire body jolts beneath me, and she cries out my name—myname—like it’s the only thing she knows.
God, I love that sound. I want to hear it over and over again, louder, needier, until she can’t say anything else.
I can’t leave after this. There’s no way I’ll survive being away from her, not now. I’ll have to move in with them. I’ll tell her tonight—I’m not going anywhere.
Her body tenses under me, hips bucking wildly. “I’m gonna come,” she whines, her voice breaking.
I press harder on her clit, grinding into her with every stroke. “Come for me, Dylan. Come now.”
Her eyes squeeze shut as her entire body locks up. A cry tears from her throat, sharp and desperate, as her pussy clenches around me like a vise. Her grip is so tight it’s almost painful, her inner walls squeezing my cock like a python strangling its prey.
The sensation is too much, too perfect. I bury myself to the hilt and still, groaning as the pressure breaks inside me. My release surges through me in waves, and I spill into her—rope after rope of hot cum filling her completely.
Her body shudders beneath me, the aftershocks of her orgasm milking every last drop from me. I can barely breathe, lost in the haze of satisfaction, her scent, her warmth—everything that is Dylan.
When I finally catch my breath, I collapse onto the bed beside her, slipping out of her. The cool air hits my skin, and I can’t help but laugh, still coming down from the high.
“That was amazing,” I say, chest heaving. “But way too fast.”
She giggles, turning her head to look at me, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy with satisfaction. “I agree.”
I grin, reaching over to brush a strand of hair off her damp forehead. “Good thing I’ve got you all night. I’m going to fuck you over and over again.”
Dylan’s grin turns wicked, and she bites her lip. “I can’t wait.”
“Oh, and Dylan?” I murmur, my hand sliding possessively over her thigh.
“Yeah?” she whispers, her eyes still dreamy but playful.
“I’m moving in.”
Her smile softens, and she leans over to kiss me, slow and sweet. “It’s where you should’ve been to start.”
Her words feel like a promise, and I know—this isn’t just a fling. This is everything I’ve ever wanted. And now that I have her, I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 27
Dylan
The field stretches wide under the afternoon autumn sun. I inhale deeply, letting the crisp air fill my lungs, but it does nothing to calm the jitters.
First day of practice. College lacrosse. I’ve dreamed of this moment forever, but somehow, standing here now feels different.
Yes, I’m once again the only girl on the team, but this time, I’m not alone.
My fingers tighten on the strap of my gear bag slung over my shoulder. Ford stands to my right, tossing a ball between his hands like it’s no big deal. Jacob’s on my left, his expression somewhere between amused and indifferent. I admire and envy his ability to care just enough without caring too much.
The other guys on the team? They’re staring at me like I’ve sprouted three heads.
One guy—the team captain, I think—narrows his eyes and mutters something to the dude next to him. Both of them glancemy way, and then the captain scoffs under his breath. I know exactly what he’s thinking. I’ve seen that look a thousand times.What’s a girl doing here?
There’s no “girls' team” option here. I belong on this field, just as much as any of them.
But getting them to accept that? Yeah. That’s the real challenge.
Coach Woosley clears his throat, and we all snap to attention. He’s an older guy with the grizzled demeanor of someone who’s spent decades yelling at athletes and isn’t about to stop now. His clipboard clatters against his palm as he scans the lineup of players in front of him.
“All right, listen up!” he barks, voice booming. “I’ve got a couple of new faces to introduce to you today. Meet your new teammates: Ricky Lettion, Sam Facto, Jacob Stoll, Ford Nickels... and Dylan Murphy.”
