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I remember the first time I laid eyes on Ryland Rowley. I was . . . I was awestruck. He was fit, attractive, at times . . . mesmerizing, and he was my brother’s coach.
Umm, I don’t foresee this going well for me, so I shoot off a quick text to Bower. Gabby: If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow morning, Ryland murdered me and disposed of my dead body via garbage disposal.
“You’re talking about Wyatt. He writes about murdering people for a living.”
“You really don’t want a boner on the field. That would be a detriment.” “Yeah, people might think you’re smuggling a bat in your pants.” Hayes scoffs at him. “Dude, that’s giving him way too much credit. No way does he have a bat-sized dick.”
“You might not want to be shielded, but you sure as hell will be shielded by me. Don’t fight me on it.”
I needed this to push me to what I’ve been trying to avoid. She’s it. She’s what I want. And there is no way in hell I can go another day without her knowing.
“I see that you’re wearing my shirt. I assumed I’d be getting it back.” “Ooo, that’s embarrassing for you, as you assumed wrong.”
“Ryland, I don’t need someone overhearing that you want to fill me with your cum.” I chuckle. “Why not? It’s a compliment. There isn’t anyone else on this earth who I’d want to fill up with my cum.” From the corner of my eye, I see her clasp her chest as she says, “As honored as I am to know that I’m a vessel for your cum, I don’t need other people hearing it.”
“It’s fine, but Jesus, don’t ask if you can date another man ever again. That shit made me nearly drive into another car.”
“Now she’s destroyed.” Mac lets out a cackle that makes my ass shrivel up in fear. The kind of cackle that shouldn’t belong to any little girl.
