Page 136 of Bad Run

“You can have as many kisses as you want, Mr. Taylor.” Gwen throws her arms around my shoulders and jumps into my arms.

My determination to give Gwen those three words grows stronger.

Tonight, I tell myself.

I hold her up by her butt as she slams her mouth to mine in an urgent kiss.

Our tongues battle, fighting for control. I concede, letting her take the lead. Her tongue curls around mine as she moans, and it’s a direct shot of lust to my dick.

She grinds her hips into my hard cock, and I shove her door closed, pushing her up against it. I almost break when the heat of her pussy sears me through the layers of our clothes.

We break apart, gasping for breath.

“Fuck it. I can be five minutes late. I want to watch you come on my cock.” I kiss a path down her neck as she grips my shoulders and swivels her hips.

“Lance,” she moans my name, and I almost come in my pants again.

I mentally squeeze the tip of my dick. I refuse to come anywhere but inside Gwen’s perfect cunt.

In her pussy is where my cum belongs.

I return my mouth to hers, swallowing every sexy sound she makes until she comes screaming my name into my mouth. Nothing ever tasted so good.

Icy fear makes my nuts shrivel and retract into my stomach as I approach Coach Anson’s office.

“Yo, Taylor. What are you doing?” Cam yells from down the hall.

“Shh,” I hiss.

Cam frowns as I make a cursory glance around the room. Relief floods my system when I find no one paying me any attention.

Cam approaches and lowers his voice. “What’s going on?”

I suck in a deep breath. “There are photos of me and Gwen that are going to drop, so I wanted to warn Anson.”

“Gotcha.” Cam nods, pulling out his phone. “Don’t be scared. Anson’s all bark and no bite; I mean, if he didn’t kill me for secretly dating a teammate’s sister, you’ll be fine. He’s got our backs.”

“Teammate is not the same as the owner’s daughter,” I grumble.

He throws his head back and laughs as he grips my shoulder for balance.

“Shut up.”

“Sorry.” He chuckles, sobering up. “It’s not the same, but Anson will have your back. Just tell him you love her. He’s a softy at heart.”

My spine stiffens.

I knew I’d have to tell coach about me and Gwen, but I did not consider having to tell him I love Gwen before I told her myself.

This morning was the perfect opportunity. The words were there, right on the tip of my tongue, but I held them back. I thought how I said I love you mattered more than when.

I should have told her how I felt before I set my plan in motion.

“Fuck,” I grumble, running my hands over my face in frustration.

“Wait? You love her, right?” Cam asks, misconstruing my frustration.

I glare at him. “Of course I love her. She’s it for me. Knew it the moment I met her. She’s perfect. And there isn’t a chance in hell I’m giving her up.”