Cortland
Seeing her sitting in the stands, wrapped in a blanket, gives me an idea. The world fades away as my eyes lock onto Austin, lounging effortlessly on the top tier. She's a vision of beauty that steals my breath. With purpose in each step, I make my way toward her, the echo of my boots on the concrete matching the drumming of my heart. The tension between us crackles like electricity, a palpable force that thrums around us.
Austin remains still, but her gaze speaks volumes as it trails over me from head to toe. There's an unspoken understanding between us; we both know what this moment holds. Cortland Carter doesn't play games, and neither does Austin Myers.
I can't help but smirk as I lean in, capturing her lower lip between my teeth and sucking lightly.
I mirror the hunger of
