She starts slowly, carefully, looking down into my eyes as she works her hips, her hair curtaining her face as her pussy tightens and grips the hell out of my cock.
I can’t take this shit at all.
“Come here,” I growl as I sit up and clutch a handful of her hair. “Fuck, you look so good on top of me.” I force her head back so her neck is exposed and I claim her throat with my lips because this shit is priceless.
Fuck the risks.
Fuck the age difference.
Fuck it all.
Amber Lakes is all mine and I’ll be damned if I let her slip away from me.
FORTY-THREE
My bond with Torres has become even stronger after the night I spent in his apartment. I didn’t even go home that night. We talked until we were bleary-eyed, and I fell asleep in his arms. When I woke up, he had toasted bagels and fresh fruit waiting in the kitchen.
It was nice, and interestingly enough, I could see myself living with Torres after that night, but maybe that’s just the high of that moment talking. I know relationships aren’t that simple and ours is far from basic or easy, but we make it work.
We continue track season at a safe distance, and when practice is over, I go to his place to study, eat, have sex, or all three and it is amazing.
The team eventually gets to the championships and I ace my races. I end up winning a medal for the 200-meter dash in the championships for coming in first place and it’s bitter sweet. I’m proud of it, but sad that now that things are starting to feel normal and good, the season is coming to an end.
Before I know it, exams have gone by and I’m packing up to return home for the summer. Mama will be arriving in four days to drive me back to Raleigh and the thought of it kills me because Torres lives here, and I know I won’t be able to see him as much as I want to or visit him like before.
I remember him telling me about his former girlfriend, and how there was a distance between them and it didn’t work out.
Not that he has ever said I am his girlfriend or anything, but it feels like it at this point. I don’t think I’m comfortable enough calling him my boyfriend, but what we have works for now. No titles are necessary.
My phone buzzes in my back pocket and I take it out. It’s a text from Torres.
Torres: Meet me at my office. Want to ask you something.
I read his message three times and then respond with, “Okay.”
After grabbing my keys, I head for the living room. Kendall is sleeping on the sofa. She started working her job with her aunt and has been coming home late and leaving early since track season started. She snores as I’m on my way out.
I trek across campus until I’m on the track and make my way to the tunnels where the track coaches’ offices and locker rooms are. I pass the locker room to get to the wing of offices and make a sharp right to get to the room at the end of the hall.
I give the door two knocks, despite it being wide open.
Torres picks his head up and when he sees me, he smiles. “Lakes.” His voice is deep and sweet.
I want to run in and throw my arms around his neck, but I know I can’t. Not here, no matter how badly I want to greet him with all my love.
He looks down and picks up a packet of paper. “I’m glad you’re here. I would have asked about this tonight but didn’t want to wait.”
“What is it?” I ask, eyeing the papers in his hand before locking on his brown irises.
“Well, every summer I do a side job where I coach for an elite track league. There are track meets every week, practices every night, and it can be overwhelming, but it’s worth it for runners who are looking to build up their skills over summer. The athletes spend a whole month at the hotel the league reserves and the stay is covered, as well as breakfast, lunch, and dinner. You’ll have your own jersey too.”
“Oh, my God. Wait. Are you talking about Golden Runners Elite?”
He smirks. “I knew you’d heard of it.”
“Uh—yeah! Which runner hasn’t? Are you serious right now? You coach for them during the summer?”
“Have been for the past three summers, and since I do, I am allowed to recruit one athlete a summer. Last year I recruited Regis, but this year, I want to recruit you…but only if you want it.”
“Holy shit—Joaquin! Are you kidding me right now? I would love to be recruited for that! I would literally do nothing but train over the summer anyway. I might as well do it there!” I can’t even contain my excitement right now. I jump into his arms and hug him, bouncing on my toes. “This is seriously a dream come true! I never thought I’d get anywhere near GRE.”