Bonus Chapter #2
It’s been a month, give or take, since the best damn night of my life.
Since me and Iris got back together.
And that’s how I know how long it’s been since she let me touch her.
Now, don’t get me wrong. She’s enthusiastic. Determined to wreck me in every possible way. Hell, if coming your brains out could kill you, I’d be six feet under.
But while I’m over here, getting it damn near every night, Iris hasn’t let me return the favor once.
And it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.
I’m sitting at my desk after work, pretending to look at game footage while I replay that night over in my head. The way she looked sprawled out on the bed, the way she looked at me, the way she felt around my cock.
At first, I figured maybe she was sore, didn’t wanna do it again so soon. I’m sure it was a lot for her, being her first time and everything. Maybe more for Iris than anyone, considering how she feels about her body.
But it’s been a month.
A month of sleeping next to her, her mouth and hands on me every night, but not letting me touch her the same way.
I’m starting to think maybe I fucked up somehow.
I did my homework. Articles, videos, anything to make sure I didn’t hurt her. I wanted her to feel safe. Wanted it to be good. I never claimed to be the expert, but I thought I did alright.
I lean back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. “You’re losing it, Wesley. She loves you. She ain’t avoiding you ‘cause you suck in bed.”
Still, the thought gnaws at me.
That’s exactly where I’m at, damn near a half hour later, when there’s a knock at the door.
Iris.
We had dinner plans tonight, and I forgot. Ain’t no wonder she doesn’t want me to fuck her. The door creaks open before I can answer, and she pokes her head in, the prettiest smile already blooming on her face. “You ready, coach?”
Jesus.
Even after a full day of teaching, she still looks like that. Wavy hair still perfect, those fucking glasses I had to beg her to keep wearing, sitting a little crooked. The sliver of skin that shows between her blouse and her skirt if she shifts a certain way.
The way she looks now, combined with how I’ve been thinking about fucking her for the last hour…
My throat goes dry as my dick perks up.
“Uh…” I sit up straight and roll my chair, attempting to hide the bulge in my jeans. “Yeah. ’Bout ready.”
I thought I was playing it cool, but she’s already got that look that means I’m caught. “You sure? You look like you’ve been in a staring contest with your computer.”
I grunt, trying for casual. “Watching footage.”
She tilts her head, unconvinced, walking further in. “The naked kind?” Her gaze shoots down to my crotch, where it’s hidden under the desk.
Damn her. I almost smile, but it doesn’t make it past the anxiety building in my chest. If I didn’t make her feel good last time, is she ever gonna want me again? Feels like I had one chance to get it right with her, and I blew it.
“I wish.”
She frowns, leaning a hip against my desk. And there’s that perfect brown skin I want to kiss. “Are you okay?”
I nod automatically. Then shake my head. “Yeah, I mean… Hell, I don’t know.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “You don’t know?”
I exhale, leaning back in my chair again, twisting back and forth so I’ve got something to do besides look at her worried face. “It’s stupid.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
I drag a hand over the back of my neck, feeling heat creep up. “I’ve been thinking.” And damn it, she’s looking at me with those big hazel eyes, and it knocks whatever little bit of sense I had left right out of my head.
“About us,” I admit. “About last time we fucked.”
Her lips part a little, surprise flickering across her face. “Last night?”
I shake my head. “Y’know. The last time we uh… It’s been a while, is all I’m saying.”
“Nate. We’ve done stuff since then.”
“Yeah, stuff to me.” I meet her gaze again, and now she’s the one who looks caught off guard. “You haven’t let me touch you since that night.” Her lips part, but she doesn’t speak right away, and the silence kills me more than anything she could say.
That’s gotta mean something.
“I just—” I sigh, shaking my head. “I keep thinking I did something wrong. It was your first time, and I tried to do everything right, but maybe it wasn’t good for you.”
She frowns. “Nate, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then what is it?”
Her hand finds the edge of my desk, fingers brushing mine. “Can I sit?” I nod dumbly, and she eases herself onto the desk in front of me, her ankles brushing the insides of my legs.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” she says, real quiet, looking down. “That night was better than I ever could have imagined.”
I huff, trying to play it off even though my chest feels tight. “Then tell me what’s going on so I quit feeling like a damn idiot who can’t fuck his girl right.”
She twists her fingers around, fidgeting with her rings. “It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. I just…” She exhales, her cheeks going a little pink. “It’s a lot for me. To get there.”
My brows draw together in confusion. What the hell is she talking about?
“I can’t reach down and… the way you can. It feels like more trouble than it’s worth. Especially with Alex home. I don’t want him to hear us.”
That catches me off guard. “More trouble than it’s worth?”
She bites her lip. “That, and I don’t know. You’re cute when you come. And I don’t exactly feel great about my body most days. It’s easier not to think about it and make you feel good.”
I stare at her like an idiot, trying to process those words. “Cute when I—? Iris. Come on.”
Her mouth twitches. “You’re blushing.”
“Fuckin’…” I mutter under my breath, trying to keep it together.
That’s definitely a new one.
Her smile finally breaks through, soft and teasing, and damn if that doesn’t make it worse. But I ain’t letting her get me off track.“You think I don’t wanna make you feel good?”
Her smile falters. “I know you do, but you make me feel good in other ways. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that.”
I lean back in my chair, eyebrows shooting up. “I’m not exactly looking for a participation trophy, Darlin’.”
“I don’t want you to get tired of it, or get frustrated if I can’t, or—”
“Iris, you honestly think I’d ever get tired of touching you?”
She blinks, startled, like she didn’t expect that for some reason. I lean forward, resting my hands on her thighs. “If you’d let me, I’d spend all night, dragging it out. I’d do whatever you need. However long it takes. Every goddamn day.”
She swallows, her eyes glued to my hands. “You mean that?”
“If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t have been losing my mind for the last month. All I’ve been able to think about is how I’d do anything for you to let me inside of you again.”
Her hands come up to rest over mine. Her touch is soft, but her voice comes out rougher than usual. “You don’t have to do anything, Nate. I’m right here.”
I look up at her, at the barely concealed heat, and I’m caught between a laugh and a groan. “We ain’t at home.”
She shrugs, looking at me with a teasing grin. “So?”
Jesus, this girl.
Always wanting me in the most inconvenient places. I attempt to laugh it off, shaking my head, trying not to picture what she’s offering. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Her smile turns slow and knowing, the color on her cheeks exposing her real feelings, but she sounds as sure as ever. “You want me?”
I look up at her, and hell if I can think straight. My hands flex against her thighs, and even though I’m supposed to be saying no, I nod. “Yeah,” I rasp. “Yes, I want you.”
Her breath catches, and for a second, we stare at each other. “Then stop overthinking it.”
I drag a hand over my face, trying to find a little bit of the control I lost the second she looked at me.“You’re killing me, Iris.”
“How?” she murmurs, leaning in enough that her hair brushes my cheek. “You have me if you want me.”
The space between us disappears like it was never there. My fingers tighten around her legs, tracing the edges of her thighs, my thumbs finding the soft skin of her hips. I swear my pulse is louder than it’s ever been.
We’re at work.
“If I kiss you right now,” I manage to say, “I ain’t stopping at that.”
I don’t get the chance to say anything else before she leans in and kisses me without any hesitation.
My brain damn near shorts out, but then the chair rolls back as I stand, pulling her against me.
She gasps against my mouth as I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, tasting her lipstick and the warmth underneath.
My hands slide up, curling around her waist. Her fingers twist in my shirt, pulling me closer, even though we’re already touching everywhere.
She tilts her head, and the kiss deepens, until all that’s left is her and the sounds she keeps making.
I break the kiss enough to rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You really don’t play fair, do you?”
She smiles against my lips. “Didn’t think you wanted me to.”
My hands tighten at her waist, trying to ground myself. “We should probably lock the door.”
She hums. “You worried someone will catch you, Coach?”
“You act all innocent,” I say, shaking my head. “And then you pull this.”
“What? Kiss my boyfriend?”
I can’t help it, the contrast between the innocent look on her face and what she’s wanting from me, my cock pulses in my jeans, and my heart feels fuller than it ever has. “You’ve changed, y’know that?”
“I haven’t changed, I’m just not scared anymore.”
My hand drifts from her jaw to the back of her neck. “Yeah,” I brush my lips against hers. “I can tell.”
Her breath catches as my thumb strokes along her throat. I feel her pulse jump beneath my hand, and she looks up at me, wide-eyed, but sure all at once.