A/N: Mature content (finally, I know).

"Again Jake..." Tim Harrell passed me a half-sheet of white paper and a tight-lipped smile. "All clean."

"Thanks." My head nodded a few times as I skimmed over the list of negatives I'd expected and all of me was satisfied when that's all I saw.

"None of my business, but thought you were monogamous," he spoke quietly, his gray eyes filled with a hint of curiosity. When my eyes snapped up to his, he clarified, "The internet oversharer."

"Not her." I snapped a picture of my STD results, which weren't worth the long q-tip swabbed straight right through my slit for no reason because the only action my cock had gotten since my last test involved my hand and Harper's mouth, both of which I was positive were clean.

Nonetheless, I texted Harper the picture. While I one-hundred percent agreed that safe was better than sorry, I still shot her a cocky response.

me: Told you.
me: [ image attached ]

"But yeah." My mouth twisted into a half-grin at Tim and I slipped my phone into my pocket. "Hoping this one lasts the whole season."

"Well then..." Tim reached into a familiar white cabinet, fished out a silver cardboard box, and whipped it in my direction. With a soft smack against my palms, I caught the box of Magnums and tucked them into my gear bag.

"Thanks," I started when my phone buzzed against my outer thigh.

HER: They missed one.

After one wave of gratitude in Tim's direction, I exited his office and closed the wood door behind me. The training facilities walls surrounded me as I frowned at Harper's response and walked towards the exit. A quick recheck of my paper slip showed all the standard 14-panel test results.

me: What?

HER: The asshole STD.
HER: Side effects are overconfidence, cockiness, and premature ejaculation.

"Not funny." I might've smiled at her response, just a little.

me: I showed you mine, show me yours.

HER: Still waiting.
HER: Mortals use the campus health clinic.

Guess we're starting after the Notre Dame game.

The thought stirred a mix of disappointment and subdued excitement in me.

Work first, play second is probably better anyways.

While the UW game was circled on a lot of fans' calendars like a rematch of last year's PAC-12 Championship game and the UCLA one for a local rivalry, game three's opponent was one of USC's biggest and longest rivals, Notre Dame.

After years of defensive holes, the Fighting Irish simplified their defensive scheme into an adaptive one. During Sunday's film study, we saw how easily they rotated their linebackers, sat their top rookies more than other teams in favor of their seasoned players, and played man-on-man coverage with aggressive corners, which meant a challenge for our receivers.

In an unusual approach, Offensive coordinator Colbert and my quarterback Coach McGuire drew up a few more trick plays for Saturday's game than normal. We lined up Pierce Lydell, my number two running back, in a few alternative positions like full back for some end-around and reverse plays that took a few reps before we streamlined them.

An end around was a handoff of the ball from me to a wide receiver, which Evan actually picked up faster than Griff. The play's name came from how the 'end' receiver came 'around' to get the ball. A reverse play happened whenever a pitched or handed off ball was carried aggressively in one direction, like parallel to the line of scrimmage, then handed off to a wide receiver.

I was fine with the new tricks, but they were tougher for my receiver core to grasp, who were used to running straight through the line of scrimmage then varied their routes like slants, hooks, or wheels. Monday's practice was an absolute disaster, where half the time I chucked the ball to an open spot. Once Zach and Griff crashed into each other and Pierce got steamrolled by Griff behind me. Both of those incidents would've been hilarious under any other circumstances but instead left a pissed off vibe in both the locker room and our dinner table.

"You'll get it," I muttered to Griff after Tuesday's practice, when he wrenched his beanie over his eyes, then rolled it up and grunted at me. I'd caught up with the guys post-shower, after Tim waved me into his office for my test results.

"Easy for you to say, twinkle toes." Even the normally annoying-as-fuck-cheerful Zach looked pissed off.

Honestly, I had no idea why they still bitched about the plays because they weren't that difficult. More of the plays' maneuvering pressure was on the running backs and me, which I actually hadn't minded. Both Jackson and Pierce bought into the changes and, from the first practice snap, tore up the backfield. The change of pace and quicker movement drained the energy in my legs, which felt like they were weighed down with cement even after ice baths and a scalding hot post-practice shower.

Just when my receiver's moodiness rubbed off in the slight pulse of a threatened headache in my forehead, their strings of complaints faded in my ears at the sight that greeted me outside.

And I don't mean the fucking sunset over the Coliseum.

"Fuck," I cursed under my breath and clenched my fist tighter around my gear bag's strap at my shoulder.

Ten steps out of the locker room, the surprising sight of Harper lurched my feet to a complete stop. From the angle she leaned against one of the tunnel's walls, her breasts were elevated and lower back slightly arched. Between her cutoff jean shorts and the way she crossed one heel over the other, her legs looked endless. The setting sun glowed golden on her skin and a slight breeze tossed her long, straight hair around her shoulders.

"What the fuck, Jake?" Zach stutter-stepped around my left side.

"Her again," Evan grumbled quietly, which earned him a slap against the back of his head.

"Later guys." I blinked myself out of my frozen stance and my tired legs found new energy as I bounded towards her like a fucking puppy.

The more I closed the gap between us, details came into focus that turned me on even more. Faint peaks from her nipples poked through her blue tank top, which dipped lower from the sunglasses perched at the bottom of the V-shaped collar and knotted high enough on her belly that she flashed her navel. What did me in was the casual upward lift in her full lips, her hands shoved into her pockets, and eyes focused straight on mine.

"Didn't know you'd be here." I rolled my lower lip under and ran my tongue over it because, from my height over her, the sliver of black lace I saw beneath her tank top was enough that we needed to be back in my room already. "Thought we agreed on a warning."

"I can leave," she tossed out sarcastically but made no attempts to move.

"No." I stepped close enough that the faint but familiar vanilla scent on her skin was the last reminder I needed of how fucking genius our reinstated agreement was. My head dipped low, I skimmed my nose around the shell of her ear, then bit down gently.

"Only place you are going is straight into my room, where I'm locking the door, stripping you naked, pinning you down onto my bed, and pounding that pussy until you scream so loudly that the entire city of Los Angeles hears you."

"Hmmm..." was her only response but by the time I pulled back, her eyes flashed brightly and she pushed herself off the wall.

"But first." I wagged one index finger at her while my other hand adjusted the semi that had shifted my fortunately loose athletic pants. "You owe me your test results."

"Eighty-seven." She smirked at me. "Pretty proud of myself on my first in-class quiz."

"Not those results." My eyes rolled at her diversion.

We walked towards the stadium parking lot, where she paused at her bright red Audi and pulled out her phone. "Here then."

Her thumbs flew over her screen and my phone buzzed a few seconds later.

HER: 🍆
HER: [ image attached ]

At least she didn't use the hotdog.

"Hilarious." My eyes lifted up from my screen and met the cocky smirk that she wore. Since I always walked home after practices, I glanced at her open passenger's seat. "You giving me a ride?"

After an initially surprised look in those sky-blue eyes, her damn smirk returned. "Yes."

Fuck yes.

I was surprised my walls, floor, and furniture hadn't rattled with how hard I slammed my bedroom door shut. Thankful was an understatement of how I felt that Harper drove us over here from the stadium. Not only had we rode the five minutes with my left hand trailed up and down her right inner thigh, but we also arrived here before the rest of the guys from practice, which avoided lengthy introductions of Harper to my house mates.

By now, even though I hadn't said a word, the entire house knew about Harper and, of course, wanted to meet her. I'd ignored the questions peppered at me about 'the girl Harrison chased,' which became more ridiculous the more tight-lipped I became.

Now inside the confines of as much privacy as our house afforded, my fingers flew to Harper's shirt and I gently tugged it overhead, then groaned at the gorgeous sight revealed in front of me. Her soft, glowing skin contrasted seductively against the strapless black lace fabric of her bra that pushed the swell of her breasts up like she'd laid them out on a fucking platter, at least to this starving man's eyes.

"You should see the rest." She stepped back with a smirk as her shorts dropped to the floor.

I groaned as she pivoted on the balls of her bare feet and every inch of her curves was on display in the matching black lace thong that disappeared seductively between the swells of her ass cheeks.

With one quick movement, I stripped my T-shirt overhead, possibly flexed my arm and abs muscles as I tossed it aside, and tore off my pants until they puddled on the floor near our kicked off shoes.

My entire body ached at the sight of Harper in nothing but black lace, my dick almost burst from my boxers, and my hands didn't know what they wanted to touch first. I settled with them rested on the curve in her hips, the smoothness of her warm skin against my palms, and my fingers extended back over the bare globes of her ass. With no ounce of shame, I cupped my hands, tightly squeezed the flesh in my hands, and drew a low groan out of both of us.

"I hope you know," I growled as my fingers squeezed harder into her skin, tugged her flush against my chest, and pressed my lips hard against hers. "That I'm going to rip this lace off you."

"Like I don't have hundreds more," was her snarky response before she bit down on my lower lip. A burst of pain erupted and a slight taste of rust hit my tongue as I pulled back, wet my lip, and soothed it.

"Good." With one jerk of my hand, I tugged at the lace on the right side of her underwear until it ripped off her hip. My eyes roamed down temporarily and a slight sense of guilt filled me as I saw the thin, red mark on the outside skin of her opposite hip.

Most girls would've giggled, gasped in shock, or had some kind of reaction. Not Harper. She hadn't budged, both physically or in her expression. Instead, she looked up at me, her dilated pupils dark against the light blue of her irises and framed by her thick lashes, then tipped her head back and simply said, "Better."

"Harper," my voice rumbled low in my chest. Since slow and seductive wasn't in her playbook, my right hand cupped over the warmth between her legs, where I palmed her bare mound and my index finger teased a few strokes over the sinfully wet skin. Even her outside folds were soaked with arousal, which I hoped started with how I'd rubbed and squeezed her thigh on the ride over. With no ounce of humility, she hummed and pressed her hips so she impaled my index finger inside her.

My breath sucked in sharply when she slid her hands right below my navel, where her fingers stroked softly. "Looks painful." Her eyes shifted down to the tent I sported from my cock pointed straight up. With no shame, the tip even peeked out the elastic waistband, glistened with precum like it cried for her attention. With one jerked movement, her thumbs tugged my boxers down and my erection slapped me on the stomach.

With the determined look that Harper gave me, the same silent challenge burned in her eyes that I satisfied her before we always had sex, with equal parts of excitement, anticipation, and a primal desire that I ravaged her rushed through me. That hardened look in her expression, down to the way she slightly wrenched her mouth to one side and slightly raised one eyebrow, always issued an unspoken challenge that I pleasured her to my full extent.

Every fucking time, Harper's resolve burned straight into my pride.

My free hand lifted off her ass, grabbed the small curve of her waist, pulled her flush against me, and I smashed my lips hard against hers. Our mouths shared nothing soft or sensual in our kisses. They moved in hot, heady, and desperate pushes, nips, and pulls against each other.

She felt and tasted amazing as I breathed in the familiar smell of her vanilla body wash and teased my finger in shallow strokes along her inner wall until I found the small, spongy spot I wanted. She used to wear a similar scented perfume in high school until Ellie recognized it but the faint smell on her soft skin smelled like a sensory homecoming.

Harper's tongue found mine first as my cock pressed into the warm, smooth skin of her stomach and my finger circled and pressed her g-spot like a fucking on switch. Her shoulders trembled but my entire body jolted as one of her hands cupped around my balls while the other rested on my sacrum. Her front hand tugged gently, then kneaded my balls with her fingers before they slid lower and one finger pressed the taut skin halfway towards my anus.

"Fuck," I cursed into her mouth as she'd hit my sensitive spot and send an aching rash of heat through my pelvis that tightened every last stretch of skin over my erection. The ache spread like wildfire into my gut and was quickly followed by a desperate urge that I buried myself inside her.

A satisfied smirk curled up on her lips as her fingers teased my painfully hard erection and spread my precum as a lubrication. I didn't even need to look down to know my cock probably looked like it dribbled out a leak because, internally, warmth, pressure, and ache throbbed pulses from where her fingers teased and down my shaft.

"That's the idea, dipshit," was a response I'd only ever heard from her and probably should've expected but still grinned at her choice of words. In one quick palmed movement, she shoved a hand onto my chest and pushed me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed.

Within a breath, she was between my knees and climbed over me with no restraint.

"Here." She handed me a condom that I had no idea how she'd unearthed but none of me cared at this point. "Unless you count rolling this on as foreplay, put it on yourself."

"Only you talk like that." My grin threatened to split my face in half as my fingers ripped open the package, tossed the wrapper in the general area of my trash can, then rolled the condom on. Harper's only response was her knees straddled around my hips and once her hands clamped onto my shoulders and I lifted my cock near her entrance, she immediately sat down.

"Fuck -" I cursed into her mouth against as a soft, squelch sound erupted and she stretched around me.

Warm, suctioned friction like her entrance swallowed my cock squeezed it from all sides. The brush of my tip, even sheathed, against her front wall consumed me. My hands grabbed the soft flesh on her hips and I bucked mine upwards into her, then smiled as she rocked slightly forwards and I was rewarded both with a slight jiggle of her breasts and a loud, heady moan.

"Harder," she commanded as her fingernails bit into the skin on my shoulders.

"Is this what you wanted?" I squeezed Harper's hips tightly in my hands, her skin soft against the rough calluses on my fingers, and pressed her down while my hips jutted upwards. My eyes studied her reaction since my movements were anything but gentle but she only pressed her lips together for a moment. Her entire body jiggled, including her breasts still cupped inside her black lace bra. "Just a warm cock to play with?"

"Again." Her blue eyes stared back at me in a silent challenge, one that I was more than ready to conquer. With slow, deliberate strokes of my hips, I withdrew my cock to the tip, then sharply plunged deeply back inside her.

I rocked my hips into hers as my hands squeezed her down in hard, long strokes that almost bounced her breasts right out of her bra. She lowered in synchronized movements, thrust for thrust, until a cocky, "Harder," escaped through her lips.

"This is why you came here," I grunted, quieter than the soft smack sound of skin on skin as I slammed her down and thrusted up. "Why you put on that black lace, to drive me crazy. You make me fucking animalistic, Harper."

Prickles ran over my skin as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on my chest and back as I pounded against her insides like I burst through her. I pinched her hips hard with my fingers, so hard I assumed I left marks on them but she just moaned quietly as her skin on her ass smacked into the top of my thighs. My lips pressed against the base of her neck and sucked on the vein that pulsed as her moans of satisfaction filled my ears like a siren's call.

With a slight pull back, my ego exploded at how her eyes fluttered closed and teeth gritted from the satisfaction that I gave her. My cock slid easily in and out of her wet entrance and, even through the latex barrier, I felt the warm pressure as her insides swelled and choked down on it. Tonight I was giving, she was taking, and fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd experienced all year.

I loved every second that my cock threaded in and out of Harper but the heated burn in my pelvis warned me I was close. Wet from her arousal, my balls drew upwards and I ached to explode everything inside her but pulled back because the tension in her spine and fingers clenched into my shoulders told me she was also close. A few blonde strands stuck to her sides of her damp forehead, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and a string of curse words drove me in harder, sloppy thrusts that jolted her on my lap.

Her pussy tightened around me like a vice grip and a slight tremble shivered her spine before she stiffened and released an orgasm like it was a welcomed relief. As she rode down the pleasured high, her arousal soaked down to my balls, her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me. For one brief, frozen moment, her expression softened and the corners of her mouth curled up.

My breath vanished, my knees weakened, and I came after that visual moment of softness. My pulse raced as I pulled Harper down for the last time and pumped myself empty, then pressed my lips against hers. I didn't even care if my breath was gone and my head dizzy, but she pulled off with a soft pop sooner than I wanted.

Harper's hands cupped around the back of my neck and her lips pressed against my cheek briefly, then pulled away. By the time my eyes opened, her expression had hardened into a sobering reality.

Just as quickly as she'd mounted me, she climbed off. With two steps of her long legs, she moved away, so I grabbed her wrist. At the risk that I sounded needy, I pulled her back closer to me, then rested my hands on the curve of her hips, checked her eyes for a reaction, and asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Jake," she warned me with venom in her voice. Her hands enclosed over mine, squeezed them once, then pushed them off her gently. One of her hands cupped my cheek and she said, "We both know what this is and what it isn't."

In the amount of time I needed as I removed, tied off, and discarded the condom in the trash, Harper had gotten dressed completely. While normally I loved any chance that I checked out a girl's ass, especially hers, the sight of her perfect heart-shaped curves as they left tugged an uncomfortable feeling inside my chest.

"Harper -" I started but her only response was she slammed the door behind her, and left my head fogged over in the process. Once my thoughts settled down and my eyes closed, a painful, sobering reality sunk in.

Fuck, she's worse than I thought.