“Sure is,” I smirked back.
“Well, Dayna better realize you’re here to get ready for next season. That means you have to stick to the workout schedule, Aiden.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll get plenty of workouts, Coach.” I couldn’t resist.
“No, no fucking way,” Carson balked. “That’s… she’s… Never”—he jabbed a finger in my direction—“talk to me about her like that again, okay? It’s too much for my brain to handle.”
I got up and walked around the counter, squeezing his shoulder as I went. “Know what I think, Coach?”
“No, but I’m sure you’re going to enlighten me.”
“You need to get laid.”
I walked out of there to the sound of his choked laughter. Carson wasn’t a bad guy, and I knew I’d need his support and guidance in the coming months.
And maybe, if things went right with Dayna, I could quit calling him Coach and start calling him a friend instead.
* * *
“So, what did Carson say?” Dayna asked as I worked her dress up over her hips.
Much to Carson’s amusement, she’d picked me up in her car again for our second date. We’d gone to a little diner on the beach, eating some of the best damn burgers I’d ever had, and then when she’d asked me what I wanted to do next, I’d told her I wanted to go somewhere quiet. Alone.
Dayna had driven us to a secluded spot down by the coast. Just because her parents and Carson knew about us didn’t mean I had any immediate plans to fuck her in her bed or my bed at Carson’s house.
So car sex it was.
Not that I was complaining. I was desperate to be inside her again. To feel her pussy clamped around me.
“You want to talk about Carson now?” I yanked the neckline of her dress down and started kissing her there. She tasted like salt and vanilla, and I couldn’t get enough.
“God, that feels good.” Her hands went to my hair, stroking back and forth, sending shivers zipping up and down my spine.
My fingers teased their way down her stomach and between her legs until I found her center, slick and ready. “You’re soaked.” I hooked her panties to the side and dipped two inside her.
“I want you, Aiden.” She ground against my hand, moaning my name.
“I want to watch you come first.”
She grabbed my hair and tugged, forcing my eyes to hers. “I want to come with you inside me.” Her eyes flared with lust.
“Little Miss Impatient.”
“I have a lot of time to make up for,” she smirked, tugging at my belt.
“Dayna, let me— fuck,” I choked out as her hand worked inside my boxer briefs, fisting my dick and pumping slowly.
“You were saying?”
I gripped the backs of her thighs, dragging her closer. “Put me inside you.”
Shit. I froze.
I never went bareback with a girl. Ever. But this was Dayna, and she wasn’t any girl.
“We need a condom,” I said, desperate to feel her.
“Wait.” She grabbed my wrist and gave me a shy smile. “I’m on birth control if you’re—”