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“Yes, we do.”

“Mmm.” She licked at the water running down my neck. “Good, then fuck me. I want you inside of me right now.”

“Right now? With her here.”

Kallie lifted a shoulder and let it drop. The movement was far more innocent looking than what we were talking about. “Why not? She’s not going to interfere anymore.” Kallie glared down at the girl like she’d said something. “Do it, fuck me now.”

“What if someone comes in,” I asked, and yet was lifting her ass to slide into her regardless.

“They won’t. I locked the door and hung a closed for maintenance sign on the outside.” She smirked.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, sliding into her wet pussy. “You devious minx.” Kallie wiped whatever worry I had left away as she kissed me and stole the air from my lungs. My pulse ramped up as she pulled my hair and bit my lip so hard I could taste my blood on her lips.

Nothing else mattered other than her. Spinning our bodies around, I pushed her up against the tiles and fucked her as hard as I could. She was growling my name in my ear as her ass smacked into the wall. I knew she came when her nails dug into my shoulders, her pussy squeezing my cock tight as she screamed.

There was no slowing down, and I growled, annoyed that I couldn’t get as deep as I wanted. I didn’t give a fuck about the body anymore and laid Kallie down on the shower floor.

“Put your arms above your head,” I ordered, grabbing her legs and placing them on my shoulders.

“Oh shit, yes,” I said, stuffing my cock in so deep that my balls hit with every thrust and added to the intense pleasure that roared through my body.

“Fuck, Carter! Yes, I’m going to come again,” Kallie cried out. She tensed and arched as her climax hit, pushing me over the edge. Each thrust was a pleasure so powerful it almost hurt, yet I would do it again and again.

My arms shook as I hovered over her body, and I loved how Kallie lovingly traced the muscles in my arms with her fingers.

She turned her head to the side and stared at the body. “Did you enjoy the show?”

I shook my head. “You’re so fucked. I love you.”

Pushing herself up on her elbows with a devilish grin, she softly kissed me.

“I love you more,” she said.

But I didn’t think that was possible.

Chapter Thirty

KALLIE

SENIOR YEAR DAY 1

I never hated school as much as I did this year. Graduation and prom were the only school events I was looking forward to, especially since Carter didn’t get to enjoy his. It would be amazing showing up arm in arm when everyone at our high school thought we were related. The gossip mill would run their mouths faster than a motorboat.

Equally as exciting, Carter and I were flying to Florida just before spring break—when the team wanted him to see the spring training facility and meet the players, trainers, coaches, and physiotherapists—but that was so far away. Dad wasn’t thrilled with the idea of me flying. Probably because he couldn’t follow me there, but I finally talked him into it. My begging skills had gotten much better and he knew I’m an adult now. He had to let go at some point.

“Why do you look so sad,” Talon asked as we waited for the teacher to show up.

“I’m not sad. I’m annoyed. I just want this year to be over so I can get on with my life.”

It seemed lame sitting in this class when I could teach it. I wanted to start my business and move in with Carter—once he finished college and we knew for sure where he was going. Dunedin Florida sounded amazing, but if he did well then we’d be off to Buffalo for Triple A, or right to Toronto and the big leagues. Carter said that was unlikely, but I knew he would make it. They would see how great he was and if they didn’t I’d make sure that they did.

“Oh, I’m excited. This will be an amazing year. I have lots of activities planned.” She made a strange squealy noise, and I stared at my cousin, wondering how the fuck we were related? “I’m signed up for so many things. I have dance, band, yearbook, prom planning….” She smiled, and all I could do was stare.

I had the strangest urge to put her in a glitter-covered unicorn costume. That might come close to what she looked like to me.

“You can’t tell me you’re not excited about anything this year,” she said, and just then, Mrs. Peterson walked into the room.

I sat up a little straighter as I watched her walk across the room her heels annoyingly clicking. Well, hello. I hadn’t forgotten about her, but she’d moved to the back burner with other things taking priority. Now, my semester just got a lot more interesting.