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When he finally pulls out the fresh mess drips onto the metal between my legs. He looks down at it and then back up at my face. “You really mean it. About not caring what the town says.” “I mean every word.” I stay spread open so he can watch the cum leak. “Let them talk. Let them stare. I am not done with you and I do not plan on hiding any of it.” Jack reaches down and pushes two fingers through the mess, holding them up so the thick strings catch the fluorescent light. “Then we are going to give them plenty to talk about.”

“Looks like Jerry is back to crying. I should send him one of these pics.” “Oh my gosh, you wouldn’t.” I said, secretly hoping he would. “Oh wouldn’t I?” he asked, flashing his most devilish grin. “Like a proper cuck. Now he at least has something to jerk off to.” “There’s no way I can stay with him after this.” I said, kind of happy to have gotten it out of the way.

Then, Jackie comforted Holly, "It's alright. Just let me know if you're ever in any trouble." Harry became inwardly excited when he saw how gentle Jackie was. Before the dishes were served, Harry hurriedly created another group chat and named it "No Jackie". For some reason, Giselle was added into the group as well. Harry: "Jackie's in love! Attention! I've seen her in person, and she's quite pretty! Would you guys like to see a picture of her? Let me know if you do! Otherwise, cover your eyes!" Sam: "Can you stop with the suspense? Let me have a look at her now."

I raise a peace sign and then the next pose I spread out my oversized shirt like its a dress. "Good?" I ask. "Beautiful." He replied. Cue in the blush. "Sir Hulk take a picture of us please?" I requested. He nodded and Greyson gave his phone to Sir Hulk and he wrap his arm around my shoulder. When Sir Hulk counted to three I was shock when Greyson kiss my cheek, I instinctively close my eyes and smile. "Perfect." Greyson said when he saw our picture. "Let me see!" I look at the picture and I look like I ate a lemon because my eyes are close and my face is scrunched up into a smile.

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He pulled her close, arm around her shoulders, warmth blooming, their laughter mingling, a vow in every jest. Lila’s charcoal flew, hazel eyes sparkling, voice bright, showing pups her sketch. “See, the stream—like our pack, flowing strong!” Spark yipped, vibrant. Stars, Lila—shine, lead! Pups cheered, their drawings bold, moonlight catching their joy, her courage their guide.

Jerry started to walk towards some tall grasses in the valley and we followed him. There was a stream that we jumped in and washed ourselves. The sun was rising at the horizon as the day started to lighten up. Birds chirping and the splash of water as we washed ourselves could be heard. We rolled in the stream adamant to get the sticky blood off her furs. It drew a wolfy laugh from Jerry as he was watching us. I flushed in embarrassment. Jerry left the water and walked away. He came back a few seconds later in his human form, wearing a blue shirt and black shorts and a large shirt in his hand.

"You can’t even. Hic. Pronounce the. Hiccup. R’s." "I fucking can." I said, walking over to my best friend and slapping him on the shoulder. "RRRRRRR" "You sound like a lion." Isaac was practically rolling on the floor now. "A drunk lion." Goddess, we shouldn’t have drunk that sixth bottle. "It smells so nice." Hazel said, walking out of the room. Almost stumbling over the threshold. "Hi!" I heard her say. "I think you’re my mate." "Mine," a familiar voice growled.

He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked like he was modeling for a ‘Calvin Klein’ magazine cover. I looked up at his face only to find him staring at me from the rearview mirror. I snapped my gaze away fast and focused on getting out of the car. “Mr. Bunny wants pretzels,” Isla announced. “Mr. Bunny doesn’t have teeth,” I replied. “Mr. Bunny has imagination,” Isla shot back. Gabe laughed. “She floored you.” “She’s three,” I said. “Still counts.” In response, I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

CHAPTER 17 /MAVERICK/ The hockey team group chat was going absolutely wild, my phone vibrating so heavily against my thigh that I thought the battery was going to melt. I finally pulled it out while sitting in my car, expecting another stupid post-finals meme from Saige. “Bro!! I heard that Mave’s tutor is gay?” Saige’s message read. What the fuck were they on about this time? “Mave, did you know about it ever since?” “You idiot, how would he know that?” Miller sent a sticker to follow up his message. “And how do you know that he's gay?”