Epilogue
I’m lifted into the air by my teammates; we just won the College World Series. I laugh as they spin me around. I’m on top of the fucking world right now; the only thing that would make this moment perfect would be to have my girl in my arms.
It’s been a couple weeks since I last saw her, and I got the first plane ticket home I could get. I can’t wait to get my arms around her later tonight; Dex and Zac will be joining me on the plane. I know our teammates wanted to party if we won, but no way in hell would I rather celebrate with them than be on my way home to Cydney.
I’m set back on my feet, firmly on the ground. “You ready to get to Senoia?” Dex asks, slapping my back.
“Fuckin’ A, more than anything!”
We do our good game formation, slapping hands with the other team that we just defeated, and then we head into the locker rooms for a shower.
The taxi is waiting for us when we walk out of the stadium and drives us to the hotel. We have the driver wait while we grab our bags and then we ride to the airport.
The two hour and fifteen minute flight went smoothly. We grab our luggage and trek through the hundreds of people in the airport, finally making it to the entrance.
“I’m so fucking ready to see my girls!” Dex states as we head for our vehicles.
“I can’t wait to have Cyd in my arms,” I respond anxiously.
“Shut the fuck up! You two sound like a couple of lovesick whiny bitches,” Zac jokes before taking off in a sprint.
“You know you can’t wait to see Cayden,” I yell after him, laughing.
Dex unlocks his truck and throws his luggage in the backseat. “I’ll see you guys there.”
“See ya’.” I pop the trunk, we throw our bags in, and I close it. We climb in Skye and I put the key in the ignition—man, I missed my car.
Following Dex out of the parking lot and all the way to the highway, I push my foot down on the gas and speed the rest of the way until the sign for Senoia, Georgia comes into view. My heart beats a little faster as I race through the small town. We hit the gravel roads, and soon Cynthia’s two-story house can be seen.
When we pull into the driveway, I slam on the breaks and quickly shut off the car, then jump out. Cydney flies out the front door of the house with Callie following close behind. Dex and I stand next to each other as the girls jump into our arms. Cydney’s legs wrap around my waist; our lips crash together, our tongues invading each other’s mouths as we cling to each other like it’s been a year since we laid eyes on one another instead of a couple of weeks.
She pulls back, giving me that beautiful smile. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, so fucking much! I love you, Cydney Fisher.” I hug her tight once again.
“I love you too, Maverick Taylor.” With her head on my shoulder, I pepper kisses on the side of her neck.
“Congratulations, boys! You three played fantastic,” Cynthia said, walking towards us with Raine.
My eyes land on them. “Thank you! Hey, baby girl!” Raine smiles, but my gaze travels back to my girl. “You watched the game.”
“Of course, we did.” She smiles, and her hand runs through the back of my hair.
“Where’s Cayden?” I hear Zac ask beside me.
Cydney and Callie eye each other before all three women look in his direction. “She’s with Brody,” Cydney states with a look of unease. Zac’s eyes turn angry, and he storms up to the house.
“Let’s go for a drive,” I whisper feather-light against her ear.
Her skin pebbles with goosebumps and a shiver rakes through her body. “Take your bags into the house and I’ll grab the keys for the Charger.”
I set her back on her feet, then pop the trunk and grab my bags to bring them inside.
Cydney
The Charger idles on the paved road, and I push my foot down on the accelerator, revving the engine. My smile is bright; I turn to lock eyes with Mav. “You ready?” I laugh; one hand grips the steering wheel tightly, the other on the gearshift, ready to shift into drive.
He has one hand gripping the oh shit handle, the other gripping my thigh. “Ready.” He smiles, but I see the nervousness in his eyes. His hand squeezes my thigh a little tighter.
My attention goes back to the road. I shift into drive and press my foot down on the gas, taking it to the floorboard. Rubber burns from the tires, screeching before we shoot forward. The car climbs in speed: 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 miles per hour, and climbing.
The adrenaline surges through me and I laugh at how amazing this feels. The ultimate feeling; to be free. Almost like flying.
“Fuck!” Mav yells through his own laughter, causing me to laugh harder.
We hit the quarter mile in seconds, and at the perfect moment, I take my foot off the gas while easing up on the clutch, slowly ease down on the brake pedal, and—the pièce de résistance—quickly pull up on the emergency brake. The car spins in a circle, burning more rubber, and we fishtail for a bit. I do fast work on the steering wheel as I lower the emergency brake back down, getting us right on the road before I hit the accelerator once again.
Another few seconds and we are back to the starting point. I slam on the brake, and smoke rolls up around us as we come to a stop. My heart pounds with excitement, and heat floods between my thighs.
The sun is setting, casting beautiful shades of orange, yellow, and red high in the sky.
“That was fucking awesome!” Mav yells with an excited tone.
I laugh at his boyish giddiness. I knew he would love it as much as I do. I drive down the road a little further, then pull to the side and shut off the car. Opening my door, I step out and close it behind me, then walk to the front of the car and sit on the hood.
Mav joins me soon after. With his legs on either side of me and his arms wrapped around my waist, we watch the sunset.
“I love you, Mav.”
“I love you too, Cyd.”
His lips trail softly in the crook of my neck, and my head tips back and to the side, allowing him better access. “I missed Mr. Spectacular too.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I try to hold back my grin, but it’s no use.
“I’m never gonna live that down, am I?” he whispers against my ear.
“Not a chance, Sparky.” I laugh.
“Well then, I guess Mr. Spectacular needs to be reunited with Ms. Perfection.” He scoots us off the hood and picks me up; my legs wrap around his waist automatically. Mav carries me to the back of the Charger and sits me on the trunk. His fingers work to get my shorts off, along with my panties. “This isn’t going to be soft and gentle. I’ve missed you too much and need inside you now.”
“I don’t want soft and gentle.” I grab hold of his neck, pull him closer, and spread my thighs wide, feeling the air on my heated pussy. Reaching down, I undo his jeans and slide them down with his boxer briefs. I wrap my hand around his hard length and stroke up and down a few times before lining his head up to my entrance.
Mav pushes inside slowly at first, both of us hissing at how good it feels for him to be inside of me, for him to be home. “Fuck, Cyd!” His arms wrap around my back, and mine wrap around his neck. We hold on to each other like our lives depend on it. I never want to let him go.
“Fuck me, Mav,” I whisper against his ear.
He pushes into me, setting a rhythm of relentless pounds. We moan into the quiet night air. My nails dig into his back and I beg for more with every gasping breath. A quick buildup forms deep in my core as he drives me closer to my impending orgasm.
“I’m gonna come, Mav,” I shout as my body shakes, my lip quivers, and my vision dances with stars.
“Yes! Come for me. I’m right there with you.” His thrusts become impossibly deeper, our moans grow louder, and his mouth slams against mine.
We swallow each other’s cries as we both shatter and break, coming undone in the best possible way. Mav pulls back, setting his forehead against mine. “We are never spending that much time apart again.”
“Agreed!” I laugh and add, “This is going to be one sweet southern summer.”