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Violet doesn’t seem to mind my complete loss of control. She bites my neck and mutters fuck me repeatedly. I change the angle to get a better grip on her ass, and she circles her hips. Bowing my head, I bite the skin just above her breast, and she lets out the sexiest, sweetest cry.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”

It’s no way to talk to the woman I am currently having aggressive, hot sex with against a set of lockers, regardless of whether it’ll be true. I wait for her to slap me across the face.

Instead she smacks my ass and groans. “I damn well hope so.”

The banging of the lockers grows louder the harder I go. Violet chants how much she loves my cock the closer she gets to an orgasm. It makes me feel like a superstar. Beyond the walls of the locker room, I hear the sound of the buzzer and raucous cheers. I’m too wrapped up in the feel to get what it means.

Suddenly, I’m being squeezed so hard the circulation to my dick feels like it’s being cut off. Violet calls out my name, followed by a string of colorful profanities as she comes. Hard. So do I.

I feel like the champion of the world. Just as I surface from the abyss of sexual gratification, I hear voices.

“That was unreal,” Violet says. “I want you to do me again.”

“Violet, baby—”

She kisses me fiercely. “I love it when you call me baby.”

Violet is so out of it, she hasn’t registered we’re no longer alone. Well, as alone as we possibly could be with security guards hanging out in the hallway.

The voices grow louder, filtering into the locker room. I tuck Violet’s head into my neck and angle my body so the only parts of her showing are her legs wrapped around my waist. Even that’s too much exposure. If I hadn’t been so volatile tonight, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I just keep screwing things up all over the place where Violet is concerned.

“What the fuck, Waters?”

Butterson’s voice echoes through the room. While I don’t particularly care if he knows about Violet and me, his walking in while I’m banging her against the lockers isn’t going to go over well. Some of the other guys stop short. The majority turn around, staying on the other side of the room, where Violet and I are mostly out of view.

“Uh-oh,” Violet whispers, burying her face in my neck. “I think we’re pucked.”

“You’re unbelievable, man. You get kicked out of the game, and first thing you do is find a bunny to screw?” Butterson sounds somewhere between incredulous and envious.

“You might want to give us a minute,” I say, adjusting my grip on Violet’s ass. I have no idea how I’m going to get her out of here without anyone else seeing her naked.

“Now you’re looking for privacy? You should’ve thought of that before you decided to fuck some bunny against the lockers.”

While I totally deserve to have the piss taken out of me for this, the situation blows.

“Hey, Butterson,” Kirk says. “Isn’t that your sister?”

If we weren’t pucked before, we sure as hell are now.


My state of blissful wonder is short-lived in the face of Kirk’s ill-timed question. I’m beginning to think locker-room sex wasn’t the best plan. Especially during the third period. Too bad I’ve already done it.

Alex holds my head against his neck, protecting me from the eyes of his teammates.

“Wait a minute. Violet? No way! No fucking way! NO FUCKING WAY!” Buck shouts. “Is your dick in my SISTER?”

It’s so humiliating it’s laughable. It’s bad enough I’m naked, wrapped around my . . . Alex, who I’m in a yet-to-be-defined relationship with. Having my stepbrother yell at him while he’s still inside me is beyond reasonable levels of mortification.

I lift my head so I can state the inappropriately obvious. “I’m your stepsister.” As if technicalities are going to stop the rumble about to go down. “And Alex can stick his dick in me whenever he wants.” The last part is unnecessary. I’ve ignored Buck’s warning and hooked up with Alex, except I’ve taken it to the next level by getting it on in a public venue with all his teammates as witnesses.

I might as well throw dynamite in a gasoline fire.

“I’LL KICK YOUR ASS, WATERS!” Buck continues his bellowing. His volume is excessive as he’s mere feet away.

Alex doesn’t so much as flinch. He strokes a gentle palm down my back, a stark contrast to the angry, dirty sex we’ve just engaged in.

Breaking the connection, Alex unwraps my legs from his waist and sets me down gently, using his body to shield my nakedness from Buck and Kirk and whoever else is watching the show. I’m having a hard time standing without assistance so I grab his shoulders. He wasn’t lying about fucking me until I couldn’t walk.

“Let me handle this, baby.”

“Did you just call her ‘baby’? How long has this been going on? Get your damn hands off my sister!” Buck’s face is an unnatural shade of red; verging on purple. He looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.

I’d love to put my clothes on, but they’re strewn all over the floor. I can’t reach them without someone getting a glimpse of my well-used cooter. Alex can’t get them for me, either, as he’s acting as a human shield, guarding my naked body from the teams’ hungry eyes. Okay, maybe I’m being a little over dramatic. Most of them aren’t looking at all.

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