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Neither of us needed words to understand how the other felt in that particular moment of space and time. Her mind fell into mine, melded together with it.
We were separate but together, two but one. She leaned forward, palms on my chest to hold herself up as she continued grinding relentlessly. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I found it hard to formulate any type of rational thought. Part of me understood fucking her without a condom was dangerous, but in the heat of the moment, I didn’t care.
As I got closer to coming, I sped up my thrusts. Nothing mattered but achieving an orgasm, shooting my hot, thick seed deep inside her.
The look on her face told me she was close too. We were still staring into each other’s eyes, knowing somehow we had won the ultimate prize.
Both of us flinched as someone pounded on her front door.
“Who the hell is that?” she asked, crawling off me.
“I have no idea,” I said then stood up, my still hard cock bobbing up and down. “Let’s go find out.”
We both threw on our clothes. Stuffing my hard cock into my underwear and then pants was not fun and took me a bit longer.
“Go on,” I said. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
She flung open the door of her bedroom and rushed out. I gave up wrestling my cock and shut the door before sitting on the edge of her bed to wait for her.
THIRTY-ONE
Brooke
When I got to my front door, I opened it with one hand while holding my robe closed with the other. A skinny man with a Mohawk wearing a pink shirt stood on the porch surrounded by two other men and two women. I didn’t recognize any of them.
“Can I help you?” I asked. “It’s late.”
“We’re friends of Jocelyn, and we’re here to get her stuff.”
“Um, I don’t know who the hell you are. What makes you think you can show up here and collect her things?”
“She told us to come get them,” he said, slipping past me.
“Hey!” I shouted, startled.
The other four walked into the living room and looked around.
“Get the hell out of here!”
“What’s going on?” Austin asked as he emerged from the hallway, fully dressed.
“There he is,” the Mohawk man said, pointing.
A tiny woman with short cropped hair wearing all black darted across the room. She stopped in front of Austin, swung her arm back, and slapped him. My eyes widened in surprise at her actions, but what he did next surprised me even more.
Nothing. He didn’t raise his hand or try to stop her. I fell even deeper in love with him at that moment. The situation slipped into hell-mode over the next few seconds. All three guys rushed toward Austin, yelling at the top of their lungs.
He punched one in the face, sending him spiraling to the floor. I put my hands over my mouth, not believing what was happening. Austin crouched into a fighting position with his fists up. The other two guys stopped and looked at each other.
“Don’t do it, fellas,” Austin said in a calm, cool tone.
“He hit a woman,” the one yelled. A complete lie.
“What the hell? You guys broke in here. He’s just defending himself. And he didn’t touch her!”
“Yeah? Wait until our social media friends hear about this. He’s going to be kicked off the team.”
