Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
She smirks, a look that radiates superiority on her face as she high-fives her teammates.
My dick jumps in my pants. Fuck, that was hot. I’m not looking forward to sitting here with my dick half-hard.
Eventually, they win the game. The cheerleaders stand from their spot, gathering their pom-poms, and then Holden slaps a hand on my shoulder.
“Meet you back at the house,” he says, hopping up before jogging down the bleachers. He heads straight for the cheerleaders, all of whom are thrilled to see him. Except for one. Valen scrunches up her nose when he says something to her, and then she holds up her middle finger before walking away. Good luck with that one.
The volleyball team disperses to find their family or friends after talking to their coach. Shayne bites down on her lip, pressing up on her toes to scan the bleachers. I see the minute she realizes her mom isn’t here, her shoulders sagging. Some of the excitement drains from her eyes, but she masks her disappointment in record time. She glances around, as if to make sure no one catches the flash of vulnerability, but I’m the only one who sees her. I’m probably the only one who’s ever seen her. The version of her that matters, anyway. Something gnaws at my conscience seeing the whole thing play out, but I shove it away.
Shayne heads for the lobby so I follow suit, staying far enough away that she doesn’t notice my presence. When she goes into the girls’ locker room, I hang back, waiting for everyone to clear out. After a solid ten minutes pass without anyone going in or out, I survey my surroundings to make sure I’m alone before ducking inside.
I spot Shayne standing in front of a locker with her back to me, wrapped in a towel. Her hair is piled on top of her head, wet strands sticking to her neck, but the rest is dry. Tossing the towel inside her locker, she bends over to pull a pair of white underwear up her legs. My dick jumps at the sight as I eat up the distance between us without making a sound. Once she’s within arm’s length, I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. She squeals, trying to jerk out of my hold, and I cover her mouth with my palm.
“Shh,” I whisper, and Shayne’s body loses some of its tension once she realizes it’s me. I bring my lips to her neck, sucking the tender skin into my mouth before licking away the sting. She shivers, leaning her head to the side to give me better access. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
She peels my hand away from her mouth. “You missed me,” she accuses.
I spin her around, reaching down to grab a handful of her ass cheek, gripping it hard. “I missed this.”
Her bare tits are pressed against my stomach as she looks up at me with suspicious eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“I watched you play,” I say, avoiding her question mostly because I don’t know how the fuck to respond. I don’t even know the answer myself.
“You did?” Her eyebrows pull together in confusion.
I nod. “You’re kind of a badass.”
Her smug expression quickly gives way to surprise as I lift her up and pin her against the locker. Her legs wrap around my waist as her arms circle my neck.
“I was hard the whole time,” I say, pushing my hips into her to illustrate my point.
Shayne lets out a tiny moan, her eyes falling to my mouth. She wants to kiss me. And I should walk the fuck away right now, to end this before shit gets messier than it already has. Instead, I’m leaning in closer, bracing one hand on the locker above her head. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as her fingers slide up into my hair, pulling me closer. Her full lips ghost across mine, and then I feel her tongue flick against my piercings at the corner of my lips. I groan, pushing into her heat, wanting to pull her panties to the side and fuck her right here and now.
Shayne’s mouth moves against mine, her tongue slipping inside tentatively at first, but then her arms tighten around my neck, her thighs squeezing me as she deepens the kiss. I snap into action, kissing her hard but slow as she grinds her pussy against the bulge in my pants.
Hooking my hands underneath her thighs, I walk her over to straddle the bench between the rows of lockers, bringing her on top of me. She doesn’t miss a beat, bringing her palms to either side of my face as her mouth moves against me, her hips shifting forward. Her movements are confident and it’s hot as fuck to see her like this, taking what she needs from me, but if she doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to blow my fucking load like a middle schooler getting his first hand job.