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It’s only a minute, maybe less, and she’s panting against my neck. “Please, Scott. I’m ready. I need more, need all of you.”
It doesn’t take any more. I’m about to burst. Rising onto my knees, I spread her legs wide, sliding the tip of my cock down her slit. I push against her tiny pussy until it swallows up my cock, so tight and slippery I ram home until I’m balls deep in her perfect body. She cries out and digs her fingernails into my back when I break her virgin barrier. Sweat trickles down my spine and I hold as still as I can. Her pussy ripples against me, pulsing so sweetly as she stretches to accommodate me.
“You feel too good,” I pant. “Can’t control myself.” Unable to help myself, I slowly glide in and out of her ravaged pussy.
“More,” she cries, grinding her hips beneath me. “I’m so close.”
That’s all I need to hear. “I’m going to come inside you,” I growl, pounding hard. “I’m going to make you mine.”
She shivers and holds on tight, nodding wordlessly against my shoulder. Her breathing intensifies, her moans grow louder with every thrust of my cock. Her tight channel squeezes me like a vise as she comes again. I want to keep going, draw every last gasp from her. We have all night. Right now, I have to…
I roar as I spill my seed inside her, going until there’s nothing left and I’m in a heap on top of her. Her fingers run up and down my arms and her breath is warm on my neck.
“Good God, Harley.” I roll to the side, drawing her close.
“I liked that way too much,” she says, making me laugh.
“There’s more. Lot’s more,” I promise, closing my eyes.
We must fall asleep for a while, because when I open my eyes, the light at the window is fading and I’m starving. I gently wake up Harley, asking if she wants to go eat. We wander down the pier, hand in hand, searching for fish in the dark water below. She points out the ships in the distance, then closes her eyes as if making a wish.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
“How everyone used to travel by ship, and how different it must have been.”
“You really love the past,” I say. “I’ve never thought about it much, but I enjoy hearing you talk about it.”
She keeps watching the ships and sighs. “I find it comforting, just not really sure what I want to do with my degree. Definitely something in a museum, but it’s hard to consider where I want to be. For some reason, I never want to think about the future.” Edging closer to me, she sneaks a shy glance. “Until now.”
Her eyes hold so much hope there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her every dream come true. I’m so overwhelmed with emotion that a lump forms in my throat. I can’t speak, only pull her close to my side. As we walk back toward the boardwalk to find a restaurant, we pass an elderly couple. They’re holding hands, slowly making their way to the end of the pier with a picnic basket. They smile at us as if we all share a secret.
It hits me like a ton of bricks that I haven’t thought about missing practice or our upcoming playoff game at all since this morning. For the first time in my life, something is more important than hockey.
I just need to find a way to make her believe me, before she finds out the truth.
Chapter 6
Harley
Scott keeps his arm around me as we wander down the pier. There aren’t enough silly, poetic idioms to describe how I feel around him. He completely erased the pain of my father’s rejection and I haven’t thought about him since the phone call this morning. That man has had so many chances. When I was little, I would forgive him over and over again, even as his disregard shattered my heart. Again, he’s ruined the second chance I gave him now that I’m grown. He chose not to take either.
However, I don’t think missing a semester to visit was a mistake because I met this amazing guy who can’t get enough of me. And I can’t get enough of him. Now we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other so our love can bloom. Because being around him feels like magic.
“How about there?” Scott points out a busy fish place. Delicious smells waft from its open deck and my stomach reminds me it hasn’t been fed since breakfast.
“Perfect choice,” I agree, tugging him forward.
We sit outside with a view of the ocean, surrounded by rowdy locals. I can’t take my eyes off Scott despite the glorious waves crashing only a few hundred yards away, but he keeps scowling over my shoulder.
“What?” I ask, craning my neck.
There’s a group of guys slamming back beers and when they see me looking, they raise their glasses and whistle.
Scott’s fists clench and he half rises from his chair. “They’ve been checking you out since we got here.”
“Well, I’m a pretty girl,” I say, trying to joke away his surly mood. “Men are going to look.”
He keeps scowling, and one of them has the nerve to get up and make his way toward us. I pray he’s just getting up for a trip to the restroom because Scott looks like he’s ready to throw a punch.
