Smiling, I took the phone off speaker.
“It will all work out; I have no doubt. I just need to find the right coaching staff. I’m going to hit the road in a few days to do some scouting of some high school football coaches.”
“High school? Why not college?”
I laughed. “No college coach would even consider taking on this team. A high school coach, on the other hand, would see the opportunity as a step up and might be willing to take on the challenge of whipping these guys into shape.”
“That makes sense. Listen, your father is calling me. Do you have a name for the Akahl-Teke yet? She is one amazing creature.”
“No, not yet. Nothing has come to me. I’ll plan on heading down there this weekend. I’d love to spend some time with you and Dad.”
“That would be lovely, sweetheart. Why don’t you invite Ms. Wales? I’d love to meet her.”
I laughed as I stood. “There is nothing going on there, Mom. I’m doing a job for her, that is all.”
“Mmm-hmm. Okay, if you say so. I love you, sweetheart.”
“Love you more, Mom. Tell Dad I said hi.”
“Will do!”
I resumed my run for another ten minutes and then made my way back to my place. When I walked by Kendall’s apartment, I glanced through the large picture window and I saw her sitting at the table. When she stood, I froze. She was wearing a black nightgown that hugged her body. My jaw hit the ground.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, adjusting my growing dick. I was rooted in place, unable to move, and hell if I even wanted to move.
Kendall must have felt my gaze on her, and she turned and caught me staring. She attempted to look angry, but I saw it in her eyes. She liked me watching her. She slowly made her way to the front window, and I caught a glimpse of her nipples pressing against the fabric of her gown.
Jesus in the heavens above. What did I ever do to you to make me suffer like this?
For a moment, I prayed she would flash me a peek of the breasts I knew had to be perfect. She reached up, and I held my breath.
Fuck yes.
With a roll of her eyes, she grabbed the curtains and yanked them shut.
Okay, I guess I deserved that.
Back in my apartment, I stripped out of my clothes and headed for the shower. If I thought my cock had been hard before, seeing Kendall dressed like that—nipples and all—had the poor bastard crying for relief.
The water was hot as I stepped in, and I let out a sharp hiss, but it felt good on my tense muscles. It didn't take long for an image of Kendall in that damn suit and my muck boots to pop into my head, making one hand curl around my cock as the other braced against the shower wall. I started off slow, but more images of her filled my mind. Closing my eyes, I pumped faster, squeezed harder.
I moaned as I imagined my cock deep inside Kendall. Her warmth and tightness pulling me deeper inside her. The only sound coming from her mouth would be my name cried out in pleasure, over and over again. Finally, I’d be able to shut her up and make her completely mine.
“Ahh… fuck.” I groaned louder as I felt my balls tighten. I’d never come that fast before, but that was what Kendall Wales did to me. She drove me to the edge.
One more fast pump, and I was spilling out over my hand, moaning with relief. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.
Letting the water run over me, I fought to control my breathing. “Fucking hell. Kendall Wales is going to be the death of me.”
11
Kendall
Frozen, I stared at the wall in disbelief. Hunter was jacking off in the shower. The moans. Damn. They were deep and guttural. It was sexy. Beyond sexy. My core throbbed as I imagined his hand wrapped around his cock as he leaned against the shower while the water streamed over his body.
Get a grip, Kendall.
Fantasizing about the temporary coach wasn’t going to get me anywhere. However, that thought didn’t seem to stop me especially after I saw he’d stopped on his evening run and stared at me from the sidewalk the other night. I wondered who he was thinking about , if he was involved with someone. From what I had been able to glean from my research, he wasn’t. But asking if someone was single on the HR forms wasn’t really legal. And the fact I was even questioning this in my mind told me I was headed for trouble. Huge trouble in the form of a muscled cowboy who jumped over fences and did one-armed pullups.
None of it mattered. Hunter was here for a year. Just a year, and then he would go back to his ranch and his nameless Golden Horse. And I would never think of him again.
Or at least that was what I kept telling myself.
The shower turned off, and I froze like I’d been caught red-handed. Which was ridiculous because he couldn’t see me. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I pictured him wrapping a towel around his firm ass. I looked at my phone, wondering what I should do. We seemed to be on the edge of crossing the professional line. But Hunter had started it, and I couldn’t not step up to the challenge.
After that stunt in my office with him adjusting his pants and all his demands that my office had to fulfill, he deserved a little payback. Yes, it was decided.
You don’t scare me, Mr. Owens. Time for a little payback.
I pulled up my text messages.
Me: Are you feeling okay?
Hunter: Yeah, why?
Me: I just heard a lot of moaning and groaning coming from your shower. I thought something was wrong and wanted to be a good neighbor. Are you sure you’re okay?
Hunter: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Oh, so that was how he wanted to play.
Me: Did I mention we have thin walls?
I grinned to myself. There was something about Hunter Owens that made my focus stray from the job at hand. That wasn’t like me. The thee little dots indicating he was typing a response kept appearing and disappearing.
I decided to poke the beast.
Me: Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone your moans sound feminine. It will be our little secret.
Before Hunter could respond, I added:
Me: Night, Hunter. I imagine you’ll sleep well.
I set the phone on the nightstand and got into bed. After I pulled up the covers, the phone dinged with an incoming message.
Hunter: Sweetheart, sounds coming from me are anything but girlie. You should hear them without a wall between us. Come on over and I’ll show you what I mean.
Smiling like a loon, I sank a little further into my bed. This was that line we’d danced around but tried not to cross. Hell, we appeared to have crossed it. And it seemed like neither of us could stop.
Me: I’ll pass. But thanks for the offer. I prefer my men available, manly, and not afraid of a challenge.
Hunter: Game on, sweetheart. Game on.
Me: Oh, Mr. Owens, I am a pro at the game.
Hunter: I’m not talking football.
Me: I’m perfectly aware of that. That’s what my fuck buddy was for.
Hunter: Was?
Me: Is. Typo.
Hunter: Right. Good night. And I think I more than surpass all of those qualifications. However, very few women can handle me. It’s why I’m single.
A little squeal escaped me. He’s single! Immediately, my phone dinged. Shit. He heard that.
Hunter: What was that?
Me: What was what?
Hunter: That squeal?
Me: Are you drunk?
Hunter: No, what was that?
Me: Maybe you’re delusional. Quiet as a mouse over in my apartment.
Before he could press me any further, I quickly typed, ignoring his dots.