I shut the water off and leave the bathroom. Sitting in the recliner, I stare out of the floor-to-ceiling window across from me that reveals the man-made lake in my neighborhood. In the middle of the lake is a fountain that usually centers my focus.
She stretched today. Bent over, touched her toes. Her perfect ass was in the air.
Fuck. I can’t take it anymore.
I lift my hips and shove my jeans down to my knees. My cock is already hard as I lower my boxers just enough to fist it. I stare out at the lake, the tequila buzzing in my blood stream, and slowly begin stroking my cock.
It’s not slick enough and I don’t have anything around me to use. I don’t want to kill this moment, so I bring my hand up, spit on it, and wrap it around my hard cock again.
I stroke faster, staring out at the lake a moment before closing my eyes and throwing my head back, imagining Lakes.
What does she look like naked? What would her eyes look like if her mouth was wrapped around my cock right now? Would they be bright and innocent, as they usually are, or dark and sultry? Would she even know what to do with a thick, throbbing cock like mine in her mouth?
Jesus. What the hell is wrong with me?
I groan, jacking my cock faster, faster, until it’s twice as hard. I’m so close to coming, picturing her perfect ass, those silky legs, yanking on her wild hair from behind.
That does it.
“Ah, fuck!” I groan loudly and come way too hard for my own good. Cum gushes out in hot, thick streams, some of it landing on my jeans, but most of it dripping down the back of my hand.
I stand up, almost falling as my jeans slide down to my ankles, but I catch myself. I pick up a shirt from the floor to wipe the cum away, then I go to the bathroom to start up the shower.
As the warm water runs over me and my palm slides over my cock again, I groan in response, realizing I won’t be completely satisfied until I’m buried deep inside Amber Lakes. But that will never fucking happen because she’s a student—my athlete.
And knowing it never will refuels me all over again. I stroke my cock in the shower and come even faster this time, because that’s all I can do.
As a coach, I can never be with a student athlete—let alone my athlete—and even though fantasizing about her is just as wrong, it’s all I’ve got right now.
NINETEEN
A hand slaps down on my desk and along with it, a bright yellow sheet of paper. I sit back and look up at Kendall who is giving me the goofiest smile.
“Popcorn, funnel cakes, fried Oreos, ice cream, and hella fucking rides!” She pulls her hand away as I focus on the paper she has on my desk.
“A carnival?” I ask, picking the paper up and reading the headline.
“Yes, I saw this on someone’s car. We have to go, Amber. It’s for Halloween so it’s supposed to have haunted rides and shit, but I don’t care about that. I just want a piping hot funnel cake with double the powdered sugar and some hot fudge.” She does a chef’s kiss.
I laugh, placing the paper back down. “What day are you thinking?”
“Tomorrow after practice. I’m going to text Janine, see if she’s down.”
“Okay. Sounds good to me.”
“But there’s one condition for you,” she says as she pulls her phone out of her pocket. “No Stephen. Fuck that guy. It’s just the girls tomorrow night.”
I laugh. “Why would I invite Stephen out with us?”
“I don’t know. He’s been all up your ass lately so I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up at the carnival.”
“Well, he won’t. I think he said he’s going to a frat party or something tomorrow anyway.”
“Well, good, ‘cause we are hitting up all the rides! Oh—and look what I got.” Kendall dashes away for a moment, only to return between the frames of my door, holding up a bottle of vodka.”
“Oh, shit! Where did you get that?”
“Remember when I met Janine at her place before we went to Wal-Mart?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, Christa had two bottles of vodka on the counter. One was for Katie and the other was for Melanie.” Kendall turns the bottle around and shows me a pink post-it-note on the bottle with Melanie’s name on it.
I break out in a laugh. “You did not!”
“I fucking did. Fuck Melanie. I’m sure she can afford another bottle from her rich daddy anyway.”
I can’t fight my laughter.
“Tomorrow will be lit, mark my words. We deserve this! We have to live it up somehow before pre-season starts.”
“That, I agree with.”
And Kendall is right. Once the season starts, we will be traveling for races more often and practicing even more. We get a slight break over Thanksgiving and Christmas, but Torres has already warned us that as soon as January hits, it will be time to put our game faces on.