Possessive Coach

She comes in a rush and I lap her up, not stopping, not holding back. She shivers and groans, and as she finishes, I move up and kiss her slow. I let her taste her pussy on my lips, let her know how much she means to me. I linger there for a moment before pulling back and staring into her eyes.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

“I trust you.” She bites her lip, legs still open, pussy shining and perfect.

“Good.” I kiss her one more time. “Then trust that I’m going to get us out of this.”

She nods. I help her get dressed then sit on the couch and pull her into my lap. I hold her tight, kiss her neck, her cheeks, her lips. I can tell she’s still upset, but I’m hoping I calmed her down, at least a little bit.

I need her calm. We can’t both be losing our fucking shit.

Erik is going to pay. That’s the only thing that keeps running through my mind. Erik’s going to pay and I’m going to make sure it happens sooner rather than later. I just need to find a way to do it that doesn’t involve Chloe and won’t blow back on her. I need to make sure she’s safe and shielded from whatever the bastard decides to do to get revenge.

This is going to be up to me. And in the end, she’ll be all mine, no matter what happens.18ChloeI poke at my salad, shifting the leafy greens covered in balsamic around the big black plastic bowl, not able to take a bite. I consider a piece of feta, then an olive, and finally decide to give up on the idea of eating lunch entirely as I tilt my head at Sara.

“You look preoccupied,” she says to me, taking a big bite of her buffalo chicken cheesesteak. Somehow the girl can eat as much junk as she wants without gaining a pound. Well, probably because she’s constantly surfing and doing yoga, but still.

“Oh, yeah, uh, sorry,” I say and smile, even though I don’t feel like smiling. “I just, uh, I’m thinking about something.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“Uh. Just.” I shut my mouth and look away. I take a deep breath. I’ve never been this flustered with Sara before.

All throughout my time at CU, she’s been my rock. When studying got to be too much, when stupid things stressed me out, she was always there. She talked me down, made me popcorn, one time she even took me surfing and tried to give me lessons. That failed miserably, but I appreciated the attempt.

“What’s going on?” she asks, seeing through my discomfort. “Spit it out. You’re freaking me out.”

“I saw Erik yesterday.”

She tilts her head. “You did?”

“Yeah, uh. I slept at David’s, but before that. He came to me after I was done tutoring.”

“Okay,” she says. “Right. What happened? Did you punch him in the eyeball?”

“No,” I admit. “I wanted to though.”

She puts her sandwich down and wipes her hands off on a napkin. We’re sitting outside at a plastic and metal table and chairs with an umbrella up to block the sun. Some wind rolls down from the ocean, bringing the smell of salt and wild sage, and other groups sit around us chatting away like nothing’s happening.

“So what did he want then?” she asks.

“He showed me a video. Apparently, there’s an outside camera on his house.”

She slowly sinks down and her mouth falls open. “What?”

“Yeah,” I say, “but don’t worry, he doesn’t know it’s you. He thinks I’m the one that spray painted his door.”

She gapes at me for a long moment. My heart races in my chest. I was so scared to tell her about this, so worried. I don’t want her to think that I’m throwing her under the bus her making this all about her. In fact, I need her to understand that I’m trying my best to protect her.

“Wow,” she says finally. “Okay. That’s, like… okay. Wow. That’s intense.”

“I know,” I say. “I needed you to hear about it from me, okay? But I’m not going to tell him about you. I’m not going to tell him anything about you, I promise.”

“What’s he going to do?” she asks, and then her eyes go wide. “Holy shit, David wasn’t wearing a mask.”

“That’s how he knows it was us,” I say. “I mean, who else would David bring? Well, at least he knows about me. He doesn’t know it was you yet.”

“Right, right, okay. Wow, this is a lot to process.”

“David’s face is all over the video, and Erik wants me to take the video to Coach Hardy and get David fired.”

“You’re fucking kidding me?”

I shake my head. “No, I wish I were. He says he’s going to take the video to the cops if I don’t do it. And we’ll get in trouble for… I don’t know, vandalism or something.”