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“I really don’t wanna think about Coach right now.”

They laughed, and Maya went a little faster with her thumb, enjoying every twitch and squirm of Jamie underneath her.

“When you gotta work a little for something, it’s a bigger reward, right?” She took Jamie’s other nipple into her mouth, grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth. When she caught Jamie’s gaze, she smiled, letting her tongue swirl in lazy circles.

“You’re the devil,” Jamie growled, but she was unable to look away from her. She was unable to do anything.

Maya brushed over her opening, coating her fingers in her slick. “Is this what you want?” She slipped into her again, hard and fast, tilting up to brush against her G-spot.

Jamie’s back arched, and Maya propped herself up above her, soaking it all in.

“You’re such a smug bastard, you know that?” Their eyes met, and Jamie tangled her fingers in her hair, pulling her in for a warm, wet kiss. “But I do fucking love your fingers,” she murmured against her mouth.

Her stomach ached, and she kissed Maya again, feeling her orgasm building. Each touch was a promise, every command a testament to how deeply she understood her. Everything pulled taut, her body humming with a fire she’d not experienced with anyone else. Maya fucked her harder, their tongues sliding together to finally push her over the edge. The feeling spiked low in her navel, cresting and pushing before spilling everywhere.

She clawed her nails into Maya as she climaxed, hot white waters flooding her vision, and Maya swallowed every moan of hers with her mouth.

“You feel so amazing when you come,” Maya said, lying down beside her and planting a kiss on her collarbone. She watched the rise and fall of Jamie’s chest for a while, tracing her fingertips over her burning abs.

Jamie turned to her, the curl of Maya’s lips a telltale sign of her own smugness. And with good reason; Jamie was still high somewhere in the ceiling. Maya’s fingers were fucking magic.

She adjusted herself, the corners of her mouth pulled upwards, and held Maya’s stare. “Meh,” she uttered, and they both erupted into stupid laughter.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Maya

The university’s pitches were quiet, except for the distant rumbling of cars in the distance. Maya bent her knees, keeping her focus on the ball by Jamie’s feet. Jamie took a few steps backwards, blew out a breath, then smacked her laces through the ball, curling it towards the top corner.

Maya pushed against the floor and leaped up. But the speed of the ball made her duck her hands out of the way, and it rippled the back of the net.

Jamie laughed. “I think you should stick to being a defender.”

“Noted.” She picked the ball out of the back of the net and passed it to her. “Anyone’d think you were trying to take my head off with those shots.”

“You could stop them if you didn’t duck last minute.” She took aim, then drilled the ball hard into the bottom corner.

Maya didn’t even attempt to save it. She collected the ball again with a sigh. “This is Megan’s job, not mine.”

“Good job too, or we’d be at the bottom of the league.”

She volleyed the ball at Jamie, and it bounced off her arm. “If you ducked last minute, you could’ve stopped that.” She laughed and then let out a child-like scream as Jamie charged towards her. She fought off her attempts to tickle her and ran across the pitch, Jamie in hot pursuit.

Then she heard a cry from behind her. “A-a-h! My ankle!”

Oh shit.

She spun round, ready to assess the damage, but Jamie seized her in her grip, a huge grin on her face.

“That’s cheating!” She squirmed and chuckled as Jamie dug her fingers in her ribs. “How dare you use my compassion against me.”

They fought for a little while more, until Maya remembered what she could use against her. She grabbed her arse and pulled her towards her, locking them in a kiss. Jamie’s hands forgot their torturous tickling and gripped her waist.

Maya felt her smile into the kiss, and Jamie pulled back. “And now you’re using your womanly wiles against me. Fair play.”

“Works every time.” She threaded her fingers through Jamie’s, and they collected their things to begin making their way back to the changing rooms.

Now that exams were finished, she and Jamie had been coming out to the field after classes to practise some drills. Jamie had pleaded with Maya to help her get back to fitness, and Maya had taken it as an opportunity to practise her strength and conditioning coaching. Her injury had been a worry, but witnessing her powerful strikes today had given Maya hope. Still, the thought of the Harriers’ game next week brought a knot to her stomach.