I drive my hips into her, pressing hard against her clit.
“Oh wow, oh my god,” she babbles.
Around my waist, I feel her inner thigh muscles tighten and tense.
“I want it hard and fast, Blake. Will you fuck me hard and fast now? Please?” Her voice is breathy and pleading, and any self-control I’m employing to take this slow and steady is swirling down the drain. I can’t say no to Briar. Anything she wants, I’ll give it to her. My whole heart is in her hands.
I tilt my hips forward and press against her clit again. She starts to shake against me.
I do what she says and fuck her fast and hard. Her hands dig into my shoulders, and she screams my name.
Her sweet pussy tightens around my cock as she starts to unravel. I press my teeth against the hinge of her jaw, then run my tongue over the sensitive skin.
“That’s it, babe. Come hard on my dick like the good girlfriend that you are.”
Pleasure hums through my body as I feel her fall apart against me. She tightens so hard on my cock that my vision starts to go fuzzy. Flames race up and down my spine.
“You’re so good, Briar. Perfect. Fuck, I love you so much,” I grit out as I hit my peak.
I come with a roar, shattering completely. I’m a million broken pieces floating in the air, and the only thing that can put me back together is Briar.
I come down from my release, panting like I’ve sprinted a marathon. My lungs feel scraped out.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead and wrap my arms tight around her.
We don’t say anything for a few minutes. We just stand there, our arms around each other, breathing hard as hot water rains around us.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” I confess, my voice soft and low.
She grabs my face in her hands and looks at me. “So are you.”
I think about everything happening right now—what I could lose. If I lose hockey, I’ll be devastated, no question. But I’ll get through it. Because I have Briar.
She kisses me. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Chapter 58
Blake
Blake, honey, can you call us? We’ve heard some concerning news about you, and we want to talk to you.
Istare at my phone screen and reread the text my mom sent me an hour ago. I see the four missed calls from her and my dad too.
I don’t call them back though. I just sit on my bed and try to ignore the feeling of dread that cuts through me like a knife.
My parents know about my secret social media account—my thirst trap account.
Just thinking about the fact that my mom and dad have seen photos and videos of me shirtless, posing suggestively, makes me want to crawl out of my skin.
They were never supposed to know about this.
But now they do. Everyone does.
I huff out a breath. I think about tossing my phone on the bed and heading downstairs, just so I can put this off for another few hours, so I don’t have to face their disappointment and disgust.
I’m about to stand up and walk out of the room, but my phone buzzes again. Another text from my mom.
