Water poured over us, soaking my hair as it traced the lines of his chest and abs, catching on the sharp dip of his hipbone. All I wanted was to taste every drop.
“We’ve got twenty minutes before we have to be back at camp,” he murmured against my lips, backing me into the wall. “Plenty of time to make you cum twice.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I breathed. “I’m scared. I just want to run away with you.”
His skin was hot and slick beneath my palms, muscles flexing under my touch.
“I know, and same,” he rasped, pulling his head back so he could look me in the eyes. His thumbs trailed over the side of my face. “You think we can rent a house at GCU?”
“What?” I asked against his lips.
He framed my face with his hands, dragging his tongue along my jaw.
“I’m going with you to GCU. No way in hell am I doing long-distance.”
In the haze of everything, I hadn’t really thought much about it.
“But—you’ve got a full scholarship to Vanderbilt.”
His lips stilled. He pulled back just far enough to look at me.
“Yeah, I do. But I also have one at GCU, and I made the baseball team there.” He kissed down my jaw again, pulling back to look me in the eye. “Surprise.”
The shock must have been obvious on my face because he smirked, and then I felt him, hard against my stomach. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable.
“I can’t fucking wait to come home to you every day, to be with you every morning. I’ve literally dreamt about it for years.”
“I’m already moving into the dorms. I don’t know how that’s going to work.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening. We’re married. We’re getting a place off-campus, our own space. Just you, me, and whatever chaos we decide to create.”
I laughed softly. “Chaos sounds about right.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, running a hand down my back. “And, uh, we’ll need a plan for keeping our evenings interesting. I’m planning on fucking you every day for our first year of marriage, and then, if I didn’t get you pregnant last night, I’m going to work hard to get you pregnant by Christmas. I want our own littletrouble.”
I swallowed hard. “Max…”
“Yeah,” he whispered, thumbs tracing circles over my hips. “I want to claim everything that’s mine. I want it.”
I shook my head, heart thudding. “You’re insane. We’re way too young for all of that.”
“I’m in love with you,” he said, dark and serious. “I don’t care if it’s crazy. You’re mine, and I want a family with you. I don’t care how old we are.”
I smiled, half-exasperated, half-molten with desire. Max was leading with emotions again. Part of me melted. Another part wondered what happened to girls who belonged to men who never changed their minds.
“Fine. But you better not get lazy with those baseball practices because I was promised front row seats when you make it to the MLB.”
He laughed. “Oh, baby, you won’t be getting just front row seats. You’ll be getting the suite.”
He bent down, taking my right nipple in his mouth. My back arched as his tongue circled. I was already gasping, clutching at his shoulders, drowning in the feeling of him.
He bent down on his knees, running a hand through his wet hair and flipping it away from his face. He grabbedmy hips, steadying me, and pressed his tongue flat against my center. I cried out. He gently inserted one finger as he circled me with his tongue.
“This is my favorite thing,” he said against me.
I placed a hand on the side of the shower to keep myself balanced, and he grabbed my hips tighter, pulling me in closer to his face. He was licking me up and down, thrusting his tongue inside me, with such ferocious energy that I couldn’t hold back any of the sounds I was making. I closed my eyes, my legs trembling.
The pressure built inside of me. So fast. He made me cum so fast. He grabbed me even tighter, and I saw stars as I came undone. I think I had shouted his full name, Max Alexander McKinnon, because he shuddered with laughter.
