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Most of the team is headed straight to bed. I’m certain Conor is going over to Harlow’s. And I avoid looking in Hunter’sdirection as I grab my gear, glad we drove here separately earlier.
There aren’t any other cars parked on her street, but it’s late enough hopefully no one will notice my truck. Or call a tow truck, since I have no clue if you’re allowed to park on the street overnight here.
I pull out my phone and respond to her text.
AIDAN: Thanks.
AIDAN: You up?
RYLAN: Why does this seem like a booty call?
AIDAN: Because it’s a booty call.
AIDAN: Wanna fuck? sounded worse.
RYLAN: Window is unlocked.
AIDAN: Be there in two minutes.
She doesn’t reply.
I probably should have given her more warning, rather than rushing here as quickly as I could. I climb out of my truck, lock it, and then head toward the brown house four doors down. The wind is chilly, but my skin feels impervious to the cold after skating for the past couple of hours. My system is still flooded with adrenaline and the high of winning.
And there’s a fresh rush of excitement when I slide open Rylan’s window. It was pure dumb luck I guessed right last time, and I was fully prepared to dive into the bushes if some other girl had come to the window. This time, it’s much easier to find the flat rock in the flowerbed and use it as leverage to swing one leg through and then pull the rest of my body up. I close the window behind me quickly, not wanting to let all the heat in her room out.
The lamp sitting on her desk is on, casting a subtle golden glow.
Rylan is lying in bed, turned toward me with her hands tucked under one cheek. Her smile is a little shy, and I think she’s blushing, but it’s harder to tell in the dim light. “Hey,” she whispers.
“Hey.” My voice comes out rough, so I clear my throat. “I didn’t realize you’d already gone to bed. I can…”
“Get in bed, Phillips,” she tells me, her voice closer to the way she normally talks to me.
Despite what Hunter thinks, I’m not an idiot, so I listen, stripping off everything. I leave my clothes in a pile on her floor, grab a condom out of my pocket, and walk toward her bed.
Rylan sits up as I approach, and I almost swallow my tongue.
“That’swhat you wear to sleep in?” I choke out.
I’m still having fantasies about the pink lace thong she had on in the truck.
This outfit is red silk, so low cut it might as well not be covering her boobs at all. And it’s so short I can see the hem above where the sheets are pooling around her waist. I take a mental picture. If she ever sends me a photo back, this is what I’d request.
I crawl over Rylan, her familiar smell surrounding me. Dip my head down to kiss her, which feels as natural as breathing. Likenotkissing her would be the strange thing to do right now.
She kisses me back, winding her arms around the back of my neck and then slipping her fingers into my hair. I grunt as she combs through the damp strands, tugging lightly and then scratching her nails against my scalp.
As hot as the truck and the tub were, I’m dying to fuck her like this.
No steaming water and frozen temperatures to contend with.
No small cab only allowing limited movements.
“I like this,” I murmur, fiddling with a strap on her top before kissing a line down the center of her exposed chest.
“Yeah, I thought you might.” Her laugh is low and breathy, turning into a moan when I tug the silk to the side so I can suck on her nipple.
I’m obsessed with her tits. They’re full and perky and perfect.
