“Is she collegiate?”
“She was.” She put her glasses on, looking at her computer screen, reading out loud. “She’s aged out by a couple years now. She’s Nate Davis’s sister. Her name is Seren.”
I didn’t even know Nate had a sister. “Damn, I’d love to see them. If she’s got fast feet like Nate, then we’ll need her.”
“It’s food for thought.”
We talked a few game plans for next week’s game, everything seeming to settle into place. Even with Delany leaving, we all understood that the game moved on whether you were ready or not.
Coach nodded. “Go win your final.”
I smiled. “I plan to.”
The door closed behind me, and the corridor swallowed the quiet, noise bleeding in from the gym at the far end—shouts, whistles, the sounds of my team. I barely made it around the corner before I almost ran straight into Connor.
He steadied me by the elbows, reflex fast. “Careful, Captain.”
My pulse kicked, sharp and familiar. “You stalking me now?”
“Just timing it right,” he said easily, eyes dropping to my mouth before flicking back up. “You heard about the charity game?”
“I did.” I moved my hands to his chest, sliding them upward to his collarbones, licking my lips. “I can’t wait to beat you.”
He swallowed a laugh, resting his hands on my hips.
We stood there for a second too long, the hallway suddenly narrow, the rest of the world moving around us while we stayed still inside it.
“I can’t talk now,” I said, stepping back. “Finals week, you know.”
He didn’t let me go, instead crowding me, and I couldn’t help but want to curl around him. “Then I can make promises for later.” He dipped his head to my ear. “Want me to eat that pussy, sunshine?”
My fingers tightened in his shirt, a traitorous keening sound slipping from my lips at the thought of him… “Are you trying to torture me?”
“Always.” His tongue swiped out, like a hot stroke right against my clit. “But I’m good at making it worth the wait.”
He pulled me in, ghosting his mouth over mine, sharing the same air.
Then I pushed him back, pointing at him and his devilish smirk.
“Trouble.”
His lips pressed to my cheek, and he said one word that sent my heart beating wildly.
“Mine.”
***
Connor’s forehead pressed to mine, his jaw tight, eyes dark and focused as I moved above him. The rest of the world didn’t exist outside these four walls. It was just us, moving together, the bed creaking softly beneath the rhythm we’d already found and refused to lose. My hands braced against his shoulders as I shifted my hips, deepening him inside of me. His hands tightened on my thighs, encouraging me, helping me keep the pace we needed.
“Fuck,” I breathed as he hit my G-spot over and over.
He answered with a low sound in his throat, and slid a hand beneath my ass, adjusting me with practiced care, like he already knew exactly how my body moved. The friction built fast, breathstacking on breath, my head tipped forward, hair falling around us.
“You gonna soak my dick, sunshine? Fuck, I need it, need you.”
His words unraveled something inside me, the last of my restraint slipping loose as my breath broke against his mouth. My hips lifted on instinct, snapping faster, rolling, chasing as my orgasm started to break loose.
Connor swore under his breath, his body moving upright to bite down on my shoulder and he held me there, like he was determined to carry me through it rather than rush me toward the edge. Every movement felt deliberate now, tuned to the way my body reacted, the way I trembled beneath him. The way we came together.
