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“I’m going to fucking come. Not like this.”
He pushed me away from him and turned me around so I was facing away. His fingers raced between my legs.
“We don’t have any lube.”
“I don’t need it. Take me.” I panted.
He rubbed his finger over the ridge of muscle just as his cock sank inside my ass. I rocked forward and he pushed his fingers in my pussy.
“Ohh, Ohh, Dylan.”
“Fuck me.”
I bounced up and down, but it wasn’t long before another orgasm claimed me. He filled me with strokes so deep I felt like I was being tossed in the waves, set out to sea, only to be pulled back again by his powerful body. I crested and floated.
He climaxed, seizing my ass and groaning as his cum spilled inside me.
I laid on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?”
“For not treating me like some delicate flower. For letting me be a sex panther,” I giggled.
He helped me get cleaned up and dressed. “There’s no holding a sex panther back.” He winked. He kissed me. “I have to get down to the locker room. Team meeting with Applewhite.”
“Oh? What’s it about?”
He shrugged. “Playoffs?”
“I guess so. Will you let me know if it’s important?”
“Of course. Have you heard anything from legal?” he asked.
“No. It doesn’t make any sense.” I picked up the fresh glass of orange juice. I was starting to feel a little drained.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sitting on the sidelines.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t like it when other people make decisions for me. If I were you, I’d tell your brother the fight is over before it even starts. Scare him off.”
I twisted my lips together. “You think it’s that easy? He wants a billion-dollar franchise. Ghost stories aren’t going to work.”
“Ghost stories might not, but reality might.” Dylan winked. “Let me know how it goes. I’ve got to get to that meeting.”
I ran after him at the door. “Wait.”
“What is it?”
I threw my hands around his neck. “I love you.”
He laughed. “Love you too.”
As soon as Dylan was gone I looked around my office. It hadn’t been an easy journey to get here. I had cried. I had sleepless night. Nights when I was so scared I didn’t know if I could make it work the next day. I started with a fifty-year old broken desk and now I was surrounded by beautiful art. I looked at the watercolor of us.
It was the only thing that mattered in this world—my true family. I pressed my palm to my stomach. “Ok, baby. Daddy number two is right. We’re going to fight for the Warriors because this team is going to be yours one day, if you want it.” I smiled. “You don’t have to have it. I won’t force you to have it, but I’m going to fight so you can make that decision—not your crazy uncle.”
I picked up my pink leather bag and marched to the elevator.
