“Shut up, and fuck me, Dane.”

He was slightly taken aback by my words, and so was I. But he brought it out in me, making me want to match him in every way.

He smirked, and after rubbing the head of his cock against my clit, he gripped my hips and pushed inside with one hard thrust. I covered my mouth with my palms to silence the shocked scream his invasion evoked, and arched my back as my body adjusted to his size. It had been a while since I’d last had sex, and even then it wasn’t like this. The slight twinge of pain subsided, and I was overcome with the feeling of exquisite fullness.

“You okay?” Dane’s voice was strained, and I relaxed my shoulders so that I could look at him. His face was taut, no doubt from holding on to his control, and his stomach rippled with his harsh breaths.

Words weren’t possible, and any attempt to speak would probably misfire on account of my brain checking out, so I did the next best thing to show him I was more than okay.

I squeezed my muscles, and rolled my hips, fighting not to smile when Dane growled. He pulled back, and then slid back in once, twice. On the next thrust, he let go, and pounded his way into my body, his piercing hitting the same spot every time. I tried to keep quiet, but it was proving to be almost impossible in my delirious state.

“Mmmmmm.” I bit into my palm, and screwed my eyes shut. I was already so close.

“That’s it.” Dane stared down at where his cock drove into me. “God, I’ve never seen such a perfect pussy.”

With my free hand, I started massaging my breast, twisting my hard nipple between my fingers. My skin was slick with sweat as our bodies came together, the smell of us permeating the air.

“Please,” I whined, pulling my hand through my damp hair.

“I’ve got you,” grunted Dane. “Just,” Thrust. “Like.” Thrust. “That.”

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, ripping its way through every never ending until they were frayed. My thighs shook, my toes curled, and I stifled my scream by covering my mouth with my forearm. Dane didn’t stop, and it intensified the euphoria pulsing through every fiber of my body. I wanted him to fall over with me, so I hooked my feet behind his waist, and clenched around him until he fell forward and shook between my legs. His teeth sank into my breast, muting his snarl while he rode out his own orgasm.

We stayed like that until we could breathe again, and all the while I rubbed his back, his arms, his thighs, and his chest. I’d never in my life thought sex could be so… tempestuous, and explosive.

“Damn woman.” Dane’s hot breath hit my neck, and felt a ridiculous smile overtake my face.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I replied haughtily, feeling pretty good about myself.

He lifted his head, his eyes bright and brilliant as they regarded me. “We’re not done yet.”

He’d started to soften inside me, but after a few minutes, I felt his cock lengthen.

“Again?” I couldn’t hide the surprise – or arousal from feeling him harden inside me – from my voice.

That wolfish grin was back. “Baby, I’m an animal. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me.”

He crashed his lips to mine, and didn’t let up until dawn broke over the horizon. I was incredibly satisfied, and fucked until I could barely breathe. And then it was over.

When I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I was alone, with nothing but my memories and the delicious soreness between my legs. I waited for the regret, but it never came.

CHAPTER SEVE NTEEN

Dane

I WASN’T COMPLETELY unfamiliar with contrition. I’d lived with it for a long time after my sister died, and even allowed it to consume me for a while. It was the same feeling that crept over me earlier, but I couldn’t determine where it came from, whether it was from leaving Kennedy alone after several mind-numbing rolls between the sheets, or because I’d gone there with her in the first place. Would she get the wrong idea? Would she expect it to happen again? Would she be upset and feel like I’d used her?

Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!

A heaviness settled in my chest as the warm water from the showerhead pelted my tired body. It was early, and I had to force myself out of bed to get ready for practice with the team. Having gotten only two hours of sleep, I was sure it was going to be a nightmare.

I shut the shower off, and threw on a clean set of athletic clothes, trying to mute thoughts of Kennedy and what we’d done. It was difficult, especially when it was all stuck on replay in my head.

Play. Her body opened and welcomed me as I slid inside her. Pause. Pink flesh, glistening with arousal, taking all of me to the hilt.

Play. Her body strained, so close to the edge, eyes wide, mouth parted. Pause. The violent way she shook, and clenched around me, willing me to fall apart at her mercy.

I shook my head. Stop.

If I kept thinking about it, watching the images in my head, I’d have a hard-on all day, and that wasn’t something I needed to worry about, especially if I was going to have lunch with my mother.

My father was out of town on business, and my mother had called to invite me to lunch. I’d been avoiding her this week, with it being my birthday, but something in her voice reminded me that she had lost just as much as I had, and the last thing I wanted her to feel was that she’d lost me too. I didn’t want her to live with that, so I agreed to meet her at a coffee shop in Brighton as soon as I was done with practice.

Reid was already in the kitchen when I left my room. He was leaning against the counter messing around on his phone – probably texting Jade – with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up when he heard me come in, and pocketed his phone like I’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been.

“Mornin’.” I greeted him, and set about making some coffee for myself.

“Mornin’,” he replied, watching me with curious eyes. “You got in late this morning. Have a good night?”

I couldn’t help but stiffen at his observation. I knew he was suspicious last night, so I’d been extra careful to sneak out of the party a little later to avoid him.

“It was alright,” I replied, my back to him. It was a lie, a big one at that. It had been one of the most intense nights of my life, even if it had left me feeling confused, and contrite afterwards. I didn’t want to cheapen the time I’d spent with Kennedy by playing it off as nothing, because it wasn’t nothing, but I had to admit how it had fucked with my head. I was too caught up in the urgency of it all to stop and think about how I’d feel when it was all said and done, and now I was wishing I’d thought it through. Not just for my sake, but for Kennedy’s too.

“Do anything special after you left?” Asked Reid. There was an undercurrent of smugness in his voice that had me turning to face him.

“Why do you ask?”

His mouth dipped into a smirk. Bastard.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking out. I know exactly where you went.”

My breath faltered. He couldn’t have figured out where I was, or who I was with. I was too careful. Unless Jade had said something.

Fuck. Did she hear us?

Kennedy and I had both tried to stay quiet. The energy between us, the sexual intensity of it, had me wanting to make her scream until her voice was hoarse, but I knew we’d be caught if we were too loud.

“You spying on me again?” I asked, feeling more agitated by the second.

“No,” he chuckled. “I have my sources.”

“What did these sources say exactly, because I can tell you they’re probably talking shit.”