The water felt refreshing. It always did. And when I surfaced, it was to the sound of the crowd going wild.

Two years now, I’d been the recurring champion at Nationals on the Columbia diving team.

In some ways, Shelley had been right. The scholarships had come in and I’d chosen Columbia. I’d won the first two years and this year I was competing again.

Except Shasta Yoiuen was my competition this year and fuck—she was good. Really good.

She’d beaten me at regionals two months ago, but I knew that I’d just won. I’d just pulled off the best fucking dive of my life. And there was no way in hell that Shasta was going to take that title away from me.

I hadn’t gone through hell and back only to be beat by someone like her.

“You fucking have it, girl!” my teammate, Sari, squealed. I loved Sari. Her and I had flocked together our first practice and bonded at a party that night. Of course, she was the incarnation of me in high school, except she slept around a lot more than me. I’d been with three guys my entire life. She’d been with three that first week. But you couldn’t help but warm to her jest for life.

She added, “Shasta knows it too. Look at her, she’s pissed! No way can she beat that, no fucking way. I love it, man. I love you, you kick ass.”

“Good job, Taryn.” Coach Mayer patted me on the shoulder. I loved it. He was reserved as hell and I knew the smallest pat shouted volumes.

A second later my scores came up and a deafening roar went around the pool-house.

I’d won. Shasta was a mere shadow compared to my near perfect scores.

Laughing, I ducked around most of my teammates, but a few managed to engulf me in hugs.

My win brought the team to first place.

Everyone on the team had just won a gold medal from Nationals.

Fuck yeah.

I grabbed a towel and pulled my swim-dress over my head before heading to the stands.

Mandy was visiting and Carter couldn’t have been happier.

And when I made my way up to them, amidst a sea of well-wishers, I had to wait. The two were disgusting and drowning each other.

“Ahem!” I coughed, not at all subtle.

“Taryn!” Mandy giggled, wiping her mouth. She shoved Carter aside and gave me a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I could tell,” I said dryly.

“I am.” She blushed. “We were just—”

“Carter’s happy you’re here,” I said simply. And he was. It’d taken eight more break-ups due to Devon’s cheating, but Carter finally made a stand and the two of them had been together for a year and a half now.

“Taryn, that was awesome. You’re a great swimmer.” Whatever. Carter came for two reasons. To see girls in their bathing suits and to make-out with Mandy as much as humanly possible.

“Hey, hey.” Grayley greeted from behind me, wrapping his arms around me. In my ear, he whispered, “That was fucking hot, Taryn. Really. I’m proud of you.”

I blinked the tears away, but his words…got me right there, you know. He was my best friend.

“Geezer will be just as happy as me when I call him,” he added.

“Right. Happily stoned,” I remarked, sarcastically. Geezer hadn’t changed. He still liked the marijuana too much, but…what can you do. He’d probably always be a stoner, but Grayley had mentioned a girl. Maybe Geezer would hold back for the new girlfriend. But I wasn’t holding my breath.

“Hey, Taryn. Where’s Tray?”

“He was hoping he’d get back in time for the meet, but guess not. Chance wanted him to stick around for some extra meeting. I don’t know. He sounded pissed on the phone last night.”

“Where’s he at?” Mandy asked.

“He flew to some conference with Chance and then they were going to visit their dad. All I know is that he was not having fun.”

“Are they still trying to recruit him?”

“Yeah. But Tray wants nothing to do with any of them. DEA, none of them. Ask me, I think Tray kind of gets a kick out of watching Chance’s supervisors send their little agents to do surveillance on him. They still think he held back a lot of his contacts when he was working for Galverson and the police force at Rawley.”

“Dude, Tray’s gotten scarier, if you ask me.” Mandy murmured, but firmly encased in Carter’s arms.

And he had. But it was a topic no one talked about. Mandy just broke that unspoken rule.

“Oh hey,” Grayley murmured, “he’s right over there.”

And there he was, looking as delectable and fine as shit.

I could see his tattoo underneath the black muscle shirt he had on and it mixed well with the second tattoo he’d gotten between his shoulder blades. It was the Hebrew word for loyalty. And it meant a lot to both of us. I’d been there when he’d gotten it and the sex had been explosive that night.

Mandy was right. Tray had gotten a bit scarier, but I knew most of it was because he was having a hard time dealing with Chance and his father. His dad hadn’t ran. He’d been prosecuted and he was in the penitentiary.

It didn’t help that some of his father’s lawyers were hounding Tray to pay them for his dad’s legal services. Tray kept refusing to pay them. He wasn’t his father and he didn’t own any of his loans. Plus, Chance was always on the phone harping at Tray. Chance was among the legends of government authorities that thought Tray hadn’t been completely honest in all the evidence he’d handed over.

And he hadn’t been. But would you, considering that you had two drug empires on one side and the government on the other?

Tray kept what he needed to for his life and mine. We called it our life insurance.

And that was something Mandy, Carter, and Grayley weren’t privy too. No one was.

I moved away from the group and met Tray on the bottom steps of the bleachers.

“Hey,” I whispered, being pulled into his arms.

“Hey,” he greeted, kissing me hotly. Almost desperately.

I raked my hands through his hair, twisting them helplessly when the waves of lust engulfed me. He could always do that to me.

“Okay. Public,” I panted, pulling away slightly.

“I caught the dive.”

I melted and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned and dipped his head again.

“Hmm,” I moaned against his mouth, “I’d love to continue this wild orgy that is engraved in writing for tonight, but we have visitors from out of town.”

“Mandy will be busy with Carter. Let’s escape now.”

I grinned, and felt him pull me back for another kiss. I felt like my panties might melt off.

“Seriously,” he murmured, burying his head into my neck, “I need some time with you and not them. Mandy’ll be fine with Carter. She’s coming here anyway next semester. And Grayley goes here, he can see you tomorrow in class.”

“I am not looking forward to that semester. Shelley and Kevin are going to be in town a whole lot more.”

“Here come the bribes of money, dinners, cars, and lunches,” Tray joked.

And it was kind of funny. Mandy had cleaned up after a second stint in rehab, but Shelley still refused her problem.

To their chagrin, I’d stayed away. But Shelley and Kevin continuously send me cards and gift packages. They wanted a relationship and would wait when I decided I wanted one too.

It’d been three years. They weren’t getting the hint.

But oh well. I was still taking their money and saving it. I thought about buying a plane ticket to see them, ripping it in half, and mailing it to them. Maybe they’d get the idea then.

But Mandy seemed better, probably because she wasn’t living there anymore. Austin had turned into the school’s bad boy, but that was to be expected. He ran the school almost as well as Tray.

I was proud, like a momma.

My thoughts were distracted again when Tray maneuvered us so that I was between him and the wall. When he dipped his head, I lost conscious ability and surrendered myself.

Like I always have.

And like I always would.

“Taryn, are you going to the party tonight?” Sari exclaimed breathlessly, her gold medal already around her neck. She was fingering it, looking from me to the medal and back again.

Tray neatly hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs and arms around him. As he explored the crook between my neck and shoulder, I grinned lazily to my teammate, “Of course. The team won, it’s going to be a raver.”

“Fuck yeah. I’m going to get laid.” She beamed excitedly, and flushed.

Tray lifted his head and remarked dryly, “I’m trying to get laid right now.”

Sari rolled her eyes. It’d been like this between them since the first day, three years ago.

Sari wanted to party and Tray wanted his own partying. But for the most part, they got along.

“When aren’t you?” she griped, but it was good-natured.

It had better be.

“Can you two stop mauling each other?” Mandy asked, arriving with Carter behind her. I saw Grayley was talking with another teammate of mine across the pool. He’d been after her for a while, about fucking time he got somewhere with her. Not that Grayley had a problem finding girls, it was the opposite, but for some reason…he was holding back with this one.

Kara’s nice and all, but she didn’t hang out with me and Sari for a reason. She was a good girl.

Maybe that’s what he needed. A nice tame girl that would never get him mixed up in a drug-deal gone bad where he’s captured and has to recuperate in the hospital for two weeks.

Tray pinched my ass.

“Hey,” I cried out.

“Your mind was wandering,” he murmured, and looked over to where I’d been watching. “He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine.”

Sari looked over too and harrumphed. “She’s a pansy. I don’t like her.”

Sari and Grayley tried for a good month. That had been freshman year. Ever since then, they’d just been fuck buddies when the need arose. It arose often, for both of them.

“So what’s the plan? Are we going out to eat or what?” Mandy asked, Carter tucked her against his side.

“Sari says party, so we party tonight. I don’t really care right now. I just want to shower and change.” I slid down from Tray, but leaned against him. I noticed Mandy watching him intently.

“Alright. Should we meet up in an hour?” Mandy asked.

“How about two.” Tray said briskly.

Carter grinned.

“I’ll give you a call later, Taryn.” Sari waved off, heading across the pool and a moment later she had subtly maneuvered herself between Kara and Grayley.

I loved that girl.

“I’ll do the same and we can grab a bite to eat, okay?” Mandy suggested as Carter was already leading her away.

Tray gestured to the side door, “You need to do anything else? You want me to wait for you?”

“No. I’ve got everything.” And I did. I had my swim dress on and I dangled my car keys in front of him. Everything else was either locked in my car, at home, or in my locker in the pool-house.

The apartment wasn’t far away and within a few moments Tray pulled into the driveway.

The house was huge, but not as big as the one he’d had in Rawley. But according to the average college student standards, it was still a fucking palace.

Once we were inside, Tray and I attacked each other. He’d been gone entirely too long.

We fell to the bed and Tray rose above me, staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

His hands were caressing my thighs and working their way inside my bathing suit. I felt his thumb flick against me and gasped. It always worked.

He grinned and slowly bent down to meet my lips, dipping his tongue inside as his thumb slid inside.

I could only hold on as the fever built and a little later, I exploded over the edge.

Fuck.

Then his shirt was off, my dress was pulled off and the swimsuit was quickly thrown on the floor.

Tray was anchored between my legs as he bent to kiss and lick from my lips, down my jaw, and finding my breasts. He suckled one nipple as my legs wrapped around his lean hips.

It was too much.

“Tray,” I whimpered, clasping him tighter.

“Pretty soon, baby.” And he kept his slow exploration and I was going insane.

“Tray,” I said sharply.

He slid his hands down behind me in response and arched my hips to him better for a better angle. And then he slid inside of me, filling me completely.

The first thrust went deep, as they always did, and I arched my body against his. Each thrust took us closer.

Tray grabbed my hands and held them above my head as he bent to suck on my nipples, still thrusting in and out of me.

I almost screamed as I climaxed and Tray shuddered right alongside of me.

A moment later, as we rode the waves out, Tray curled up behind me and tucked his head on my shoulder.

I felt a soft kiss and laced our fingers together.

“I’m glad you’re back,” I said softly.

“Me too.” His voice was slightly muffled as his breath tickled my skin.

“It was hard seeing everyone,” I noted.

The trip, seeing his father, and spending time with his brother. I knew that he needed me right now.

“Yeah,” he breathed out.

For now, I would leave it alone. Instead, I said, “Mandy’s really excited about moving here.”

“Carter’s excited, too.”

I rolled onto my back and met his gaze, both of us adjusting to still stay in each other’s arms.

“She’s kind of afraid of you.” I had to say it. Tray would notice, he’s not dumb.

Tray shrugged. “As long as she doesn’t try to poison you against me, I don’t really care.”

“You could be nicer, you know.” In some ways, Tray had stopped caring about his reign in Rawley. It was his job, he took it upon himself, to take care of what was his. Rawley was his. But after everything that happened, with Galverson and Jace...he’d become content with only talking to me, Carter, Bryce, and Grant. Amber and Jasmine stopped coming over to the house and after Mandy returned from one of her stints in rehab, she’d stopped considering Tray as a friend.

The publicity had been crazy once everything was out in the open. It was the biggest drug-bust in years and the headlines focused a lot on Tray’s family. The media was fascinated with Tray and his family. A father who’d been the police chief turned drug lord. The eldest son a DEA agent. And the youngest son, the one who brought it all to a head.

It hadn’t helped that both sons were gorgeous and had the same charismatic ‘fuck everyone’ attitude.

Tray stopped caring about everyone when everyone became obsessed with him.

Like I said, he’d turned to me and a select few. Most of my teammates and friends couldn’t understand why I was with him. They all saw what Mandy now saw. A tough dick capable of being ruthless. Which he was and it’s what he showed the world, but they didn’t see the other side of Tray.

Tray shrugged. “Mandy and all your other friends are scared of me because they don’t understand me. I really don’t give a shit to sit and let them analyze me or explain myself to them. It’s been almost four years that we’ve been together. You’d think it’d be enough for them to know that I love you and I make you happy.”

“You used to be a friend to her,” I only said. .

Tray sighed, and pulled away slightly, but he kept his hand still laced with mine.

“It’s just…it’s too much, Taryn. I’ve got Chance on my back, those fucking agents keep tailing me, and I swear I saw one of Lanser’s old men watching me yesterday at the conference. I’ve got enough just trying to survive without having to focus on making your friends like me.”

I sighed and moved to straddle him. Tray watched me lazily, his hands automatically resting on my thighs. He moved them up and down. One hand slid to caress my stomach.

I loved it when he did that.

He sat up and moved against the headboard, pulling me with him.

His hand moved to cup my breast, then caressed down against my curves before moving back up to fondle me again.

“You took care of that. You have insurance.” I wasn’t talking about health insurance.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re on surveillance because Chance doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

The problem was that Tray hated feeling caged and being watched made him feel caged. But it had been like this for three years, and it was getting better.

“Yeah.”

“So let’s go party tonight and you could try to forget about the world on your shoulders. For one night, maybe,” I suggested, grinning lightly as he grinned back and tucked me closer against him.

One quick adjustment and he slid inside.

He slowly thrusted upwards, and remarked, “I’d like to start forgetting right now.”

Oh…fuck.

I sighed into his mouth and I couldn’t help but reflect.

I had survived so much. Life. Brian’s death. Jace’s separation from my life. And right now, Tray and I were surviving together.

But we were doing pretty damn good.

We had persevered and we were still fucking conquering.