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“I know. And I want to be with you more than I want to be mad at you for lying to me.” I give her a stern look. “But don’t do it again, though.”

“No, I would never.” She shakes her head. “So… you’re not rethinking if all of this was worth it? IfI’mworth it?”

“You’re worth everything, Sloane Hunter.”

She smiles at me, her eyes twinkling and gorgeous like there were actual stars in them. “You want that dance, now?”

An hour later, Sloane is sitting on my face while her mouth is wrapped around my dick. We hadn’t even made it to my bedroom before we started, opting for the floor of my living room after we’d danced to Aerosmith’sI Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.

I pull back and murmur against her pussy. “You looked so fucking beautiful tonight.”

She pulls off of my dick with what sounds like a wet pop. “You looked really fucking good too. A lot of the girls were joking about asking you to dance. It really pissed me off.” I can’t see her but I am picturing a sexy scowl across her gorgeous face.

“I never would have done that. Even if it wouldn’t be totally inapprorpriate, you know I’m yours, don’t you?” She doesn’t say anything so I tug on her hair, pulling it gently. “Answer Daddy.”

She moans in response and rubs her pussy against my mouth.That’s my girl.“I know you’re mine.”

“Good.” I rub her gently before sliding my tongue through her sex again. “This pussy owns me.” I’m about to put my lips on her again but she turns around and rests her wet cunt on my pelvis just behind my dick. “Put me in.”

She wastes no time sliding down my dick so slow I feel her clenching around me harder with every inch. “Shit, baby. You already got me there.”

She leans over and pushes her lips to mine while continuing to fuck me slowly. “I know this is what you were trying to avoid this whole time and I’m sorry I pushed this…” I feel wetness on my cheeks and when I pull her face back, I see that tears have started to fall down her face.

“Hey, none of that. I’m here and nothing is going to change between us. Whatever happens at this point, I still wantthiswith you.”

CHAPTER 24

SLOANE

“I AM SHOOK,” Delaney says for probably the tenth time since I told her everything this morning. River left early this morning to go to the school, and I went home to confess everything to my cousin.

And also to find out whether she already knew this information.

“I cannot believe…” She chuckles. “Honestly, you’re going to be a fucking legend,” she says while scraping cream cheese across her toasted bagel. “Do you know how many girls would die to be in your position?”

“It’s probably going to cost River everything, so… it’s not all great,” I tell her while sipping a glass of orange juice.

“Okay, welllll he knew that going in, no? Like, he can’t be that surprised or upset that he might get in trouble over something he knew he would get in trouble for if he got caught? Sounds a littleif two plus two is four…?” She tilts her head to the side and runs a hand through her hair that still has the curls in it from homecoming last night.

I put my head in my hands because everyone keeps saying variations of “we told you not to do this” instead of saying anything helpful. It was enough to make me want to scream.

“I mean, honestly, of all the people who could have caught you, Mack is probably the best-case scenario short of like… me,” she continues.

“How so? He seems really fucking pissed.”

“Because Coach K… well River… oooh can I start calling him River now? Sidebar, I am really surprised that I never put together “River” and “football coach” and “teacher” when you told me.” She whistles. “Wow. Like how many guys named River coach football in Maryland?” She takes a bite of her bagel. “Anyway, River is like their God. And Mack is getting scouted by like every big school in the country and is damn near on a shortlist to go pro. He’s not going to do anything to fuck that up. That includes being at the center of drama or scandals or anything. Also, I keep trying to tell you. Mack is cool. He’s pissed, and he may have sounded like he was going to bring you down last night, but I don’t see him ratting you guys out.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“So…” she says, leaning forward, “now onto the good stuff. How good is the sex?”

“Can I sit?” I ask Mack, who’s sitting on a park bench that’s near both of our houses.

“That’s why you’re here, right?” He leans back and rests his arm along the back.

“How are you?” I ask, ignoring his rhetorical question.

“Alright.” He shrugs.