As I walk into the lobby of the stadium, a few guys on the basketball team walk past me, all covered in sweat from practice. One of them is the guy I met in the elevator at the hotel: the one who told me what room Jack was staying in.

"Ayy, Little Maddox," he says, stopping in his tracks after recognizing me. "You find Jack the other night?"

"Yeah," I say, slightly embarrassed. "I did. Thank you."

He laughs. "Don't thank me. Griffin's been on another level since that night. We" —he gestures to other guys on the team— "should be thanking you."

"Well, in that case, you're welcome," I say, earning deep laughs from all of them.

They start walking toward the exit again. "Good shit, Little Maddox. Listen, take care of our boy, got it?"

I nod, giving him a mini salute. "Got it," I say before pushing the double doors into the actual stadium. I smile, leaning on a railing overlooking the court where Jack and two other guys are goofing around, playfully trash-talking one another and trying to juke each other out. I recognize the two guys from when Jack introduced me to some of his teammates on Halloween.

I'm meeting Jack here so we can leave for a date together. He hasn't told me what the date is, and I'm assuming it's probably a dinner somewhere then hanging out at his dorm, which sounds like the perfect night to me.

As excited as I am to get Jack all to myself, I stand back and observe for a few minutes, enjoying seeing Jack in his element and still enjoying basketball. It isn't long before they tire themselves out, having just endured several hours of intense practice, and start packing their stuff up.

I cup my hands around my mouth. "Hey, Number Thirteen!" That gets Jack's attention. He smiles when he sees me. "You suck!"

"That's what we keep telling him," one of the other guys says, nudging Jack. I recognize him as one of the point guards: Matthew Perez. Jack shakes his head, his mouth full of water. "See, even your girlfriend thinks you're bad," Matthew adds on, taking advantage of Jack's inability to talk back.

The third guy in their trio—Andy Cutler—laughs. "Perez, I'm pretty sure your girlfriend likes Griffin more than you."

Matthew scoffs. "Not true."

Jack finally swallows the last of his water. "It is true," he agrees. "Your mom does too. At least that's what she said the other night."

I watch this whole interaction go down, laughing at Jack's elementary 'your mom' jokes. They're all laughing too, even Perez. "Not cool," he says, solemnly shaking his head. "My mom died last year."

Jack laughs even harder. "No, she didn't."

"You're right, she didn't." Perez smiles. "But if she did, you'd feel really bad about what you just said."

Jack pretends to think for a second. "No, I don't think I would."

"Alright alright," Andy says. "Jack, enough acting all tough in front of your girlfriend. Perez, just accept that you're not as sexy as Jack. Sorry, I don't make the rules."

Perez grumbles something about his girlfriend not being into blondes as he and Andy walk off the court. Once the doors close behind them, I make my way down to the court. "Should I feel threatened by Cutler?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "I think I saw some sparks fly between you two."

He leans down to kiss me. "Don't worry, Cutler's just my side piece." He kisses me again. "Was that the only thing that caught your attention during that conversation?"

I tilt my head, not sure what he's getting at. He smiles. "You didn't have a problem with them . . . calling you . . . a certain word . . ." His voice trails off, leading me to interpret what he's saying.

Of course I noticed them calling me Jack's girlfriend, but I like seeing Jack so nervous right now. Like he's been looking for a way to bring this up to me for a while now. I try to make this moment last a little longer, pretending to think. "I don't remember either of them calling me ugly. Did I miss that part?"

Jack groans and lifts me against him, his arms wrapped around my thighs so, for once, I have to look down to see him. "You know what I mean, Scar," he says. I smile, enjoying this.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now?" I ask, unable to hide the giddiness from my voice. It's been two weeks since the championship finals, so two weeks since we got back together. I feel like I'm in elementary school right now, but this seems like a significant milestone for us, especially considering everything we went through to get to this point. We've already said that we I love each other, but this finally makes it official.

"Are you saying yes?" he asks, searching my eyes nervously for an answer. "In that case, yes, I am asking you to be my girlfriend."

"In that case, yes, I am saying yes." Then I press my lips down onto his, sealing the emotions flowing between us. He's lifting me so high that my feet aren't touching the ground, and the only stability I feel is Jack's body holding us in place. A single unit: two souls pressed together.

"Thank god you said yes," he says, chuckling. "Because I kind of planned our entire date tonight under the assumption that you didn't straight-up turn me down."

"'Entire date'?" I ask, wondering what he could have planned this late at night. "Well, since I didn't leave you heartbroken and sobbing, what do you have planned for us tonight?"

"Ever been to a planetarium?" His smile grows when he sees the excitement in my eyes.

"It's, like, nine o'clock at night. How long is it open for?"

"It closed at eight." My excitement dims, and Jack just kisses me again. "And Perez's dad owns the place. He's gonna let us in after hours. Most of the lights will be off, but the attractions stay on. It'll just be the two of us in the whole place."

I can't even put into words how fun that sounds, especially when Jack says that we could stay the whole night in the planetarium room under the digital projection of the night sky. Of course I tell him that I'm down for that.

"Great, but first, I gotta hit the showers." He sets me down. "Are you fine waiting here while I shower?"

I nod, sitting down, already counting down the seconds until he's back. But just as he's about to push open the doors, he turns back toward me. "Actually, do you wanna come into the locker room with me? No one else is—"

I'm already rushing over to him, smiling when he holds his hand out for me to take as he leads me to the locker room. In the locker room, he opens his locker to get a few things out, and I stand next to him to get a better look at what's in there.

"You like it?" he asks, noticing me staring at the picture of myself that is pinned to the inside of the door. Next to it is a picture of the two of us together. "The other guys give me shit for it, but I couldn't care less."

"They should." I smirk at him. "I mean, this girl can't be all that great." I trace my finger over the picture. "She looks really clingy. And she's probably majoring in something basic, like psychology."

Jack smiles. "She's both of those things, but they're two of the things I love about her. That she loves so intensely and follows her heart no matter what other people think." He leans up against the locker, leaning his head over mine and shutting the locker. "She's the most amazing girl I've ever known, and I'm kind of in love with her."

"Really?" I smile. "Well, then I guess you should keep her photo up."

"You think?" Then he kisses me, gently at first, but it isn't long before my back is pressed up against the lockers, my leg raised around his hip.

!!! strong sexual content !!!

"Scar," he laughs when I reach my hand between us, palming the hardness under his clothing. "I gotta take a shower."

"Then take your clothes off," I breathe, bringing his lips back against mine. "And take mine off while you're at it."

Jack kisses me hard as he thinks about what I just said. Then I feel him wrap both my legs around his waist and start walking. I moan as every step pressed his growing cock between my legs. I feel my back press against the tiles of the shower wall.

"This is a public locker room," Jack says against my lips.

"Well, I want you. Right here. Right now," I say, hearing desperation laced in my voice.

He presses a wet kiss to the curve of my neck. "Then I guess I'll just have to give you want you want."

I gasp when Jack presses his knee between my legs, keeping me pinned against the wall as he uses his hands to pull off my clothes. Then finally, he tears off his own sweaty clothes before turning on the water.

I vaguely feel the droplets of cold water spray onto us, but my mind is more focused on Jack's hard length against me. Finishing what I started, I reach down and take his cock into my hand. The warming water of the shower wets my hand, letting me slide up and down his length with ease.

Jack's hips tense, bucking forward and pressing me harder against the wall. His hand finds the side of my neck, holding my forehead against his as we both look down at where I'm stroking his thick cock. Water droplets drip from his hair and run down his muscular body.

He starts kissing me again—short, soft kisses all over my face. The kisses feel both loving and passionate, only making the wetness between my legs grow.

I'm going slow, exploring his body like I've imagined doing millions of times before. Jack stop his kissing when I sink to my knees in front of him. I look up, almost moaning at the sight of his tall body and him looking down at me with lust clouding his vision. Holding his wild gaze, I press my lips to the smooth head of his cock.

All I want right now is to make him feel good. I want it more than my own pleasure.

When I slide my lips over the head of his cock, taking his length into my mouth, Jack groans deeply, letting his head fall back in ecstasy. But then he looks back down at me, as if the view of me sucking his cock is half of the pleasure.

His hands are braced against the wall above me. I press as much as I can of his thick cock into my mouth, even when my gag reflexes yell at me to stop. I want to take as much of him inside of me as possible, to see him lose control.

My tongue slides on the underside of his length as I start moving my lips over him. He's so big that I need to bring my hand up to stroke the few inches of his cock that I can't fit into my mouth.

Jack moans above me. "Take as much as you can, baby," he says, watching me work to fit him into my mouth. "That's perfect. You're doing so great."

In fact, he's so big that my mouth starts to ache as I suck him, moving my head up and down on his cock. I feel a few tears collect him my eyes from my shot gag riflex, but I keep going. The pleasure of having his cock in my mouth cancels out any ache I'm feeling.

I look up, seeing that his hands aren't braced on the wall anymore. Then I feel his hands rest on either side of my face, his thumbs wiping away my tears gently. The lust in his eyes is still raging wildly, but there's no mistaking the tenderness in his gaze as he watches me.

His hands stay cupping my cheeks as I continue to take him into my mouth over and over again. Even when he tilts his head back, moaning and repeating my name through heavy breaths, his hands stay on my face.

I draw my head back, keeping just the head of his cock in my mouth. Knowing he's close, I just continue to suck on that sensitive part of him, running my tongue over the slit with hollowed cheeks.

"You're driving me crazy," he growls, his body tenser than ever, holding back from releasing. Then he lifts me back up so I'm standing between him and the wall.

"But I wasn't finished—"

"I need to be inside you," he says, placing his hand behind one of my knees, bending and lifting my legs so high that my other foot barely touches the group. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

I don't argue with that.

He kisses me again, groaning against my lips when his fingers find my wetness.

Unlike our first time, he doesn't ease me open with his fingers one at a time. I lose my breath when he presses two fingers into my tight pussy. "You're so wet for me," he mumbles against my lips, fingering me slowly while rubbing circles around my clit. He swallows every one of my moans greedily, forcing each one out of me with his fingers.

"Did you get this wet just by sucking me off?" he asks, bringing my leg up further, exposing my pussy even more to him. "Does having me in your mouth turn you on that much?"

I nod, closing my eyes as he kisses my neck. I'm so turned on that it's hard to tell the difference between my wetness for Jack and the shower water running down my body. "You feel so good," he whispers, curling his fingers inside me in a way that makes me grip onto his shoulders even together. "That's it, baby, hold onto me. Don't let go until I tell you to."

I let out an involuntary whimper when his fingers slide out of me, but I'm quickly satiated by the feeling of his cock against my small entrance. He feels huge, pressed up against my tight hole, and I hold onto him tightly.

I whimper again as he starts to press his thickness inside of me. He adjusts my leg so I'm opened even wider for him, but it does little to soothe the discomfort of the large intrusion. He stretches me slowly, inch by inch, until all of his cock is inside of me.

He kisses the corner of my mouth, which relaxes me the tiniest bit. "Another thing I love about you . . . " he starts pumping in and out of me gently. " . . . is how perfectly I fit inside of you." And he's right—when he's inside of me, he fills me completely. It's an addicting feeling—this sensation of utter fullness between my legs.

My moans pick up when he starts thrusting, long and hard, into my tight hole. Like the first time, the discomfort is quickly replaced by toe-curling pleasure, feeling the friction of his hard length deep between my legs. My arms stay wrapped around his neck, and his arms are tight around me, holding all my weight between his body and the wall.

Every time he presses his entire cock into me, the thrust lifts me off the ground. At some point, Jack lifts my other leg up and over the bend of his arm, so he's carrying me fully, with my legs held on either side of him. My tight pussy is opened to him completely.

We kiss under the stream of hot water, his cock pumping inside of me. He thrusts so deep in this position that the sensation cascades up my stomach and through my legs. He fucks me long and hard against the shower wall, all while kissing me just as deeply.

!!! IT'S OVERRRRR !!!

My muscles loosen as my climax reaches its peak, and I relax into Jack's strong arms, letting the pleasure overtake my. I stare at his face as the waves of endorphins rush through me, never wanting this moment of ecstasy and love to end.

"I'll never get enough of making you feel good," Jack says as he watches me climax with hazy eyes.

I drop my head into his shoulder, feeling the remnants of my high, and he keeps fucking into me. I sigh when his warmth fills me, dripping down my legs when he pulls out of me. "I'll never get enough of it either," I say, kissing him once again.

He sets me down slowly, never breaking the kiss. Even when my feet touch the ground, he continues holding some of my weight, knowing my legs are sore from the position. He's right. While my legs are experiencing pins and needles, I keep my arms around his neck and remain as close to him as possible, letting the water fall around us silently.

After a few minutes, Jack laughs again my neck.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. Then he looks down between my legs. "I was just thinking that I'm not the only one who needs to shower now."

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