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I moan, my skin burning with his touch, and I’m done waiting. I bring my hands between us and quickly undo his jeans, causing his breathing to pick up, but he moans when I cup his rock-hard cock. He grips my panties, pulling them to the side and I line his head against my entrance, and I slowly lower myself onto him, my walls sucking him in, and he breaks the kiss as he throws his head back and gasps, “Freckles, we should be doing this in a bed for our first time...”

I smile as I place my lips against my name on his skin and I murmur, “We can try again for round two.” and he grunts, “Fuck, you were made for me,” as he grips my hair and forces my mouth up and he kisses me hard and fast while I move my hips, up and down, then swiveling slowly, making love to the man I will always love, no matter what.

Chapter 3

Crusher – Two Months Later

I breathe heavy as confetti cannons spray the field, and a chuckle escapes me as I shake my head in shock as I stand at the end zone. My team sprints towards me, and the crowd goes fucking wild.

We just won the fucking championship, holy shit!

I blink then blink again before I’m tackled, and I laugh, holy shit, we just won the championship!

I’m lifted then bounced and I laugh before my eyes go to the sidelines where my girl is jumping up and down. She is standing with Linc, who has agreed to prospect for the club, for me. I’ll be fucking sponsoring him, taking full responsibility for him before my eyes go to the crowd and pride shoots through me seeing my parents, my actual fucking father clapping and whistling.

I’m not stupid. I know Mom dragged him along, especially after we got into an argument when I told him I claimed Alexiana. He thinks she will be a distraction like Mom apparently was for him, because obviously he is never the problem for his fuck ups, but he’s fucking here, and it means everything.

My team lets me down, and I pat a lot of backs before sprinting over to the sidelines, not stopping until I’ve lifted my girl. She instantly wraps her legs around my waist as she grips my cheeks and I spin us before slamming my lips against hers, and she giggles against my mouth.

“I’m so proud of you,” she chokes, and I grin as I kiss her again.

“Can you not let her up for air for one moment so I can congratulate you?” Linc chuckles, and I grin wide before pecking my girl's lips, once, twice, three times before letting her down. Linc grabs me by my neck and hugs me, choking, “Fuck Hayes, that was one hell of a catch, one hell of a fucking catch,” and I hug him back tighter.

“Thanks,” I rasp back before I hear my name being called, and I look up to see my dad heading my way.

I pull back and look at Alexiana, who grins and confirms, “I’ll meet you at home,” knowing the boys will want to celebrate. I nod as I gently kiss her lips and murmur, “I love you,” and she whispers, “Not as much as I love you,” and I grin.

“Impossible,” I reply, making her chuckle, and I kiss her one more time before she hugs Linc, making me growl. I can’t fucking help it, I hate anyone touching her.

They both shake their heads, and Linc says, “Come on, alpha man, introduce me to your dad, then you can go celebrate with the boys and get home to your girl, who by the way, just remember I was her friend first.”

I laugh as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and we walk over to my dad, who is making his way towards us, a smile on his face. It soon vanishes when he sees Linc, and a frown takes its place.

“Dad,” I say, but he doesn’t look at me, he says, “You look like Candice Garcia,” and I tilt my head.

“That’s because she is my mother. How do you know her?” Linc asks in return with a bite, his mom a very sore fucking subject, and everything fucking slows down as Dad chokes, “I told her to abort you,” and I stumble back while Linc freezes.

Son of a…

“You’re my deadbeat dad?” Linc confirms with a growl as the background noise disappears.

“You’re the rightful heir to the road caption job,” Dad chokes, and I swear I feel like he’s just shot me in the fucking heart.

That is all he has to say? No, I’m sorry, not I’m a douche bag, but his fucking role that he forced me to learn since I was a kid?

Linc scoffs before he storms off without a word, and I stare at my father like I don’t even fucking recognize him.

“You cheated on Mom?” I confirm coldly, and he flinches.

“It uh, um, it was a last hurrah before we married, she doesn’t know. Candice came to see me five weeks after and mentioned she was pregnant. I didn’t believe the kid was mine and told her to abort because she’d fuck that kid up. She was a big druggie even back then, but I didn’t care because I knew I was about to be tied to one woman for the rest of my life and thought fuck it. He uh, he’s got my features, and look, son, I’m sorry, but you won’t become an officer, that role belongs to, fuck, it belongs to your brother.

Years being pushed into his office, forced to learn the road maps, years missing out, and he’s just shoved me aside, just like that, like I mean fuck all to him.

Fuck, he hasn’t even thought about Mom yet, all he can fucking think about is his precious fucking role within the club going to the rightful heir. He hasn’t even thought about how he’s basically just wasted my entire fucking life.

Selfish fucker.

“Good luck explaining to Mom that you’re a cheating bastard, Dad,” I sneer, and his eyes widen, and I shoulder check him and storm towards the lockers before I kill him.