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Purple and black were the colors of HHH Hellions, and green and black were the college colors. The teams of Hade Harbor were both called Hellions, so the different colors helped to differentiate them.
“Hm, I could see you in it, actually, and for your information, Cayden and I won’t be a thing at HHU.”
“No? Are you planning on upgrading to me? I’m in.” Tyler gave me a flirtatious smile.
“Hilarious. Actually, I’m not going to HHU.”
It was the first time I’d said the words out loud. They sounded wrong somehow. I didn’t like it.
“What? You have a world-class college on your doorstep, your friends, your family, Maine beauty all around…why would you want to be anywhere else?”
It was a good question, and one I didn’t have an answer to.
* * *
I got home late from the vet clinic, the supplies I’d stuffed into my pockets feeling like lead weights as I’d hurried home.
I went to my room first and unloaded my pockets, checked in with my parents, finding them already asleep, and then went to shower. I stood under the hot spray for a long time, washing the day off. The last forty-eight hours had been utterly exhausting, and I needed a moment to catch my breath. Life was rushing by so quickly after years of slow motion.
I shut off the shower and groped for the towel. Damn, I’d forgotten to put it on the rail. I shook off, squeezing out my hair as best I could before stepping out onto the mat.
Then I noticed the figure standing against the door.
Cayden was shirtless, with low-riding shorts on, the kind that onlyjustseemed to stay up, hooked on the V-shaped muscles of his lower abdomen. I tried not to stare, but it was tough. He had my towel clutched in his fist. So, I hadn’t forgotten it after all. Heat rose over me in a wave.
“You left the door unlocked,” he said, moving toward me.
“Really?” That wasn’t anything unusual. I was used to privacy on the bottom floor of the house, but since Cayden had moved in, I’d been more conscious of his presence. My cheeks heated at his slow inspection of my wet, naked body.
“Really.” He took the towel in his hands and approached, wrapping it around my shoulders, his strong hands rubbing the terry cloth over my skin in broad strokes. He was drying me off.
“How’s your side? We need to change the dressing,” I rambled as he finished drying my back and moved down to my ass and thighs. The towel rasped over my sensitive skin as he dried me slowly and thoroughly.
“Spread,” he instructed thickly as he slid the towel between my legs.
I braced my arms on the counter and parted my legs. The towel slid between them, rubbing over my tender inner thighs and making me hot and bothered all over. His fingers left the towel for a moment and dragged up my skin, brushing against my pussy in a scorching caress, and then he went back to drying my legs. Teasing me.
“Good girl,” he muttered low in his throat before tapping my ass with his towel-covered hand. “Turn.”
I turned, feeling exposed before him. The towel started up my legs and this time spent a lot more time “drying” my slit.
“It’s the strangest thing,” Cayden muttered, his face level with my core. “Every time I dry this spot...” He reached out a finger and placed it on my folds, sliding it up and down the opening. “…it just gets wet again straight away. I wonder why that is?”
His finger circled my clit, and I jerked, holding on to his shoulders as he slowly caressed my pussy.
“See, there we go…wet again. How can we fix this?” His eyes glinted with desire, a hunger that made me weak in the knees. Playful Cayden was something else entirely.
“Maybe use your mouth to dry it,” I suggested softly, a furious blush coating my cheeks.
Fuck, had I really just said that? Me, Lily Williams, the coach’s daughter? If it was anyone else kneeling before me, his face level with my cunt, I’d have burned up with shame, but not with Cayden. He was my first everything, but I had all of his firsts, too. I was completely myself, awkward, inexperienced, and horny as hell with the guy, and there was no embarrassment, only acceptance. Was that normal in a relationship?No. My inner voice spoke immediately, but I pushed it away.We aren’t in a relationship,I reminded myself harshly.Get a grip, Lily, and enjoy this for what it is, while you can.
He grinned and leaned in, yanking one of my legs onto his shoulder. Before I could worry about his wounds or how heavy I was leaning against him, his face was right there, his tongue pressing against my clit. His hand reached around behind me, and two fingers slipped inside my entrance. He pumped them steadily in and out as his tongue circled my clit, pulling it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue against it ruthlessly. I held on to his head, my body threatening to fold in as he ravaged me. The only thing holding me up was my grip on his hair and the counter behind me.
I came quickly. He gave me no way to avoid it. It was like his body had learned exactly where to touch mine, how hard, how fast, and how long, and now, I was an instrument he could play with expertise. I cried out, shoving a fist into my mouth to silence myself as I came. What if my parents heard? While I was drifting on a sea of post-orgasm glow, Cayden stood and pressed me back against the counter, kissing me hard. I tasted myself on his tongue as he swirled it against mine.
“I don’t think that worked, Freckles. I think I’ll have to use something else,” he teased, returning to our game.
He grabbed my hand and placed it over his cock. His hard-on was impressive, tenting his silky gym shorts, pushing insistently against my palm. I gripped him over his clothes, cupping the head and squeezing.
