The Real

“Jesus, you’re soaked,” he said as he rubbed the finger over the barrier then tucked it beneath. He cursed as he buried his nose in my hair and bit down on my shoulder before he thrust his fingers inside me and began to work them. Gasping at the feeling, I was already there as he began to pump them while I clutched his shoulders. “Someone will see,” I managed to get out, jerking myself against him to chase my release as he pressed in deeper.

“I’m going to come,” I announced as if he couldn’t feel my body start to tremble.

“Let go,” he ordered as he worked me over. I succumbed to the wave of heat that swept over me. He straightened, looking down at me as I convulsed with lips parted, wordless as ecstasy coursed through my veins. Looking at his face only heightened it—his eyes blazing while his jaw pulsed. The strain in his features looked like a mix of pleasure and pain while he watched me crack under his touch.

“Watching you come . . . it’s better than anything I imagined,” he whispered as he slowed his digits and softly kissed me before he straightened my dress. My craving for him was only mildly tempered by the orgasm he gifted me. I wanted more, and I wanted it then. I gripped his blazer and threw myself into a kiss, which he returned just as feverishly. He lifted me so he could slowly grind his rock-hard dick between my thighs. I was already on the verge again while his tongue teased mine.

“We should probably not have sex on my porch,” I said as he worried my lip with his teeth.

I was too turned on to be embarrassed about our little indiscretion, and by the look on his face, he didn’t give a damn, either. But my porch wasn’t the place and the words “come in” refused to come out.

Reluctantly, he pulled away slowly, setting me to my feet before he gave me a tight smile.

“It’s late,” he whispered. “I should go.” He leaned in and searched my eyes. Once he drew a conclusion, he backed away.

I was already mourning the loss of him, my body aching for more.

“Tonight was amazing,” I said. “Thank you.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I nodded.

I was about to speak when he beat me to it.

“’Night, beautiful.”

At six a.m. the next morning, there was a pounding on my door. I opened it to find a drop-dead gorgeous coach smiling at me. I promptly slammed it in his face. I heard his laugh before I slowly opened it again. This time, he held two boxes.

“Okay, we’ve only been asleep five hours. Can training wait until tomorrow?”

“No time like the present.”

“When I said yes, I didn’t mean today,” I said, making a quick excuse.

“So, you want to start tomorrow?” he asked.

“That would be awesome. I can get new running clothes and everything.”

“I had a feeling that might be your excuse. I’ve got you covered.”

I groaned. Of course he did.

“New Nikes, size seven. These will be good for your affliction,” he said sweetly. I didn’t take offense as I pulled out the shoes.

“These are awesome,” I said, “and expensive. Cameron, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I wanted to. There’s some clothes in the next box. I like pink on you.”

It took everything I had not to mount him in my entryway.

“Wow,” I said as I pulled out the hot pink pants and matching shirt. There were a few more outfits as well as a sports bra. I was speechless.

“When did you get this stuff?”

“Last night when I left you, I went and robbed my own store,” he said. “Go try that on, and then we’ll stretch.”

“Okay,” I said, booking it down the hall, a strange excitement seeping into me. After brushing my teeth, I tied my hair up and washed my face. Everything he got fit perfectly, and I loved the look of it.