Chapter Two
Saint
The space between us is charged with the kind of electricity you feel after a storm.
My hands are cupping her ass, and I feel desperate to touch more of her.
I want to feel her skin on mine. And as my gaze roams over her face, the professional with a tight ponytail is gone, replaced by a woman who’s looking at me like I’m her next meal.
“Trainers’ office,” she says against my mouth. “Before security makes their rounds and finds us fucking against the wall.”
I don’t need to be told twice. And I don’t feel the ache in my knee when I spin us and start walking toward the offices. But I do feel her hands tighten around my neck.
“Saint, your knee.”
“It’s fine, Doc. You’re the one who said I’m looking good. Ready to move to the next step.” I laugh and quicken my pace as I carry her across the turf.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant. Carrying me across the practice field, putting unnecessary weight on it right now.”
“You let me worry about that. I’m fine. And your buck fifty is nothing. I was lifting that in middle school.” I chuckle.
I find the first door, nudge it with my shoulder, walk in, and kick it closed behind us with a definitive sound.
It’s a tiny room tucked into the far corner of the field, and the small window isn’t big enough for anyone to see inside from across the turf.
It’s where the trainers keep emergency kits and other supplies.
The only light in the room comes from the small window and the smoke detector on the ceiling. But I don’t reach for the light switch. I don’t want to see anything in here other than her.
I set her down on the edge of the desk, pushing aside a stack of papers and making them fall to the floor.
I step between her legs, my hands finding her waist, pulling her forward until her knees bracket mine.
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts that mold to her curves.
Even through my shorts, I can feel the heat from her pussy rolling against my cock.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask, my voice rough, my forehead resting against hers.
I slowly trace a path from her hip to her center, and I brush my thumb over the seam of her shorts. In response, her hands move under the hem of my compression shirt, her palms hot against my skin.
“I’m sure. Just promise me we won’t ruin our friendship.”
“Never, Doc. Nothing could ever come between our friendship. And that includes my dick.” I smirk.
“Stop talking before I change my mind,” she sasses.
That’s all the permission I need. I reach over my head and grab the neck of my shirt and pull it off, then toss it into the shadows of the room.
Her hands are back on me, and she toys with the waistband of my shorts.
But I don’t stop. I run my hands up her ribs, lifting the loose crop top she’s wearing and easing it over her head.
For a minute, I just take her in. Sure, I’ve seen her in a sports bra more than once, but knowing I’m about to peel it off makes my dick hard as a rock.
Goddamn is she beautiful. Her skin is flush, and her pulse thrums in the hollow of her throat. I lower my head and kiss the skin just below her ear. She lets out a soft moan, her head falling back as her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Saint,” she says with a soft exhale against my lips.
“I’ve got you,” I promise.
I kiss down her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone down to the swell of her breasts.
The friction of the fabric against my lips frustrates me, so I pull off her sports bra, then cup her breasts when they spill free.
She’s the perfect size, fitting in the palms of my hands.
I feel a surge of possessiveness so strong that it makes my head spin.
I squeeze one breast in my hand and drop my mouth to the other, sucking her nipple hard, making her squirm.
“Don’t tease me, Saint.” She runs a hand through my hair and tugs.
I smirk against her dusty-pink nipple because it’s cute that she thinks that could stop me. But I don’t want to delay this moment any longer either. Not the ideal spot to fuck her for the first time, but I’m not gonna give her the chance to change her mind.
I kiss my way back up her chest, her neck, until my mouth finds hers with a hunger that’s borderline feral. This isn’t tentative. It’s wet and messy, and I want to swallow her whole.
“You’re stunning, Pres.” I break the kiss and run my tongue up her neck to her earlobe. “I’ve spent hours staring at you, and still … I wasn’t prepared for this.”
I memorize the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine, and the way her skin feels like silk under my callous palms.
When my hand slips under the waistband of her shorts, moving slowly over a thin strip of hair, she gasps against my mouth, and I feel her stomach muscles contract from my touch.
My finger slides between her lips, coating it with her arousal.
I push my finger inside her pussy, then out, and up to circle her clit.
I can feel her body trembling just with me touching her like this.
We both move with a desperate, frantic energy—a decade’s worth of desire boiling over in this small office. The rest of our clothes are discarded in a heap on the floor. Including my knee brace.
Her hand wraps around my cock, and I can’t help but thrust into her palm.
Holy fuck. It’s even better than my dreams.
Every stroke, she arches into me as if she’s been starving for me like I have been for her. We’re frantic, but our breathing is synchronized. And the scent of her coconut shampoo, mixed with our sweat, fills my senses.
I pull back to look at her—really look at her. Her long blonde hair is falling out of her ponytail, and her eyes have the same fire that’s burning me alive. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and she’s every fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Presley,” I mumble, my voice gravelly.
“Don’t you dare stop, Saint. I know you’re clean, and I’m clean and on the pill.”
She winds her legs around my waist, pulling me into her, and my dick meets the wet heat of her pussy, making me groan.
I fist my cock and slide it up and down her slit, circling her clit with the crown.
And with a patience I didn’t know I had, I enter her in one slow, agonizing drive.
The fit is so tight and feels so right. Like a physical click.
I grab the back of her thighs and hold still for a second, letting her warmth surround me. My muscles strain to keep me from losing control, and my eyes are locked on hers. I want to see her. I need to make sure she’s with me.
I can feel her legs tremble, and the way her fingers hold my hair, I know she’s as undone as I am.
Resting my forehead against hers, I try to regain some control so I don’t blow my load before we even get started.
“You okay?” I breathe against her lips.
“I’m perfect.” A small, airy laugh escapes her. “Just … please move, Saint.”
I pull out slowly, then push back in, my muscles straining to maintain a pace that won’t break us both. Every inch of me is connected to her.
My pace quickens as the friction builds.
Presley’s voice becomes a series of soft moans, her head tilted back as she grips my shoulders.
I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut.
I bury my face in her neck, the coconut and sweat on her skin filling my lungs. And I push harder.
My vision starts to blur as I feel her pussy clench around my cock. Nothing else exists but this. Just the sound of our skin slapping together, our breaths mingling.
“Saint. Saint, I’m—”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I pant, my hands sliding under her hips to bring her even closer. “Stay with me.”
She cries out, her nails digging into my back as she shatters.
The sight of her coming apart, the sound of her calling my name—it’s the final trigger that sends me over the edge moments later.
I take her mouth with mine as I erupt inside of her.
A guttural sound escapes me as I pour eleven years of wanting her into the kiss.
I pull my head back to catch my breath, the silence between us heavy but sweet. I want to stay buried in her for as long as she’ll let me.
Her head rests on my shoulder, her warm breath shaky against my skin.
Slowly, I pull back, but only because I can feel my cum starting to leak out of her and onto the desk. I release my hold on her legs as I slide out. Already semi hard and ready to go again.
She scoots off the desk, picks up her clothes, and starts to dress.
I grab my shirt, but wipe down the desk before putting it back on, and I issue a silent apology to whoever uses this desk next. Then I set the papers I knocked off back on the desk and finish dressing.
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into my chest, turning us and leaning against the desk so she’s between my legs. She feels small against me, even though she’s a tall woman. Her head tucks under my chin, and I can feel her heartbeat leveling out.
Her hand rests on my thigh. “So, I suppose,” she says, tracing a scar on my leg, “this will make the progress report for today a little more complicated to write.”
I let out a low, deep laugh that vibrates through the room.
I pull back enough to look at her face. “Just say I had a highly unconventional form of … hydrotherapy. Or you can say I’m a miracle of modern medicine.
” I kiss the top of her head, the damp hair sticking to my lips.
“Whatever you decide, I think my knee is at one hundred percent. In fact, you might agree that I’m overperforming. ”
She laughs and smacks my thigh.
“Maybe leave out the part that we made a mess of the room and left our mark on the desk,” I tease.
She looks up at me, smiling, but I see the vulnerability in her eyes that she always tries to hide now that the adrenaline is fading.
I cup her face. “Hey. You okay?”
“I’m okay,” she says, reaching up, tracing the line of my jaw. “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page about what this was. I don’t want to lose our friendship. I don’t want this to make things weird between us. Promise me it won’t.”
“I promise,” I say, my voice serious. I take her hand from my face and kiss her palm. “I could never lose you. You’re my best friend too. That won’t change.”
She looks at me for a beat, her thumb tracing my lower lip. “Okay, so we’ve scratched the itch. One and done.”
“I mean, it doesn’t have to be one time; we could always come up with some kind of arrangement.” I cup my dick.
Presley laughs, then leans in, stealing another kiss. “Saint, we can’t. The season will be here before we know it. I can’t be around you at work, thinking about fucking you all the time.”
She wiggles out of my hold. “Let’s get out of here before security or my dad finds us. I think I have some mint Oreos in my office that are calling your name as a reward for your hard work today.”
“Oreos?” I grin, standing and reaching for our clothes. “Now you’re talkin’.”
As we walk out of the office and back across the turf, I feel a sense of stability I haven’t felt in years.
Probably even before my dad died. Sure, a line between us has been crossed today, and this is sure to wreck me much harder than that kiss did eight years ago.
But I know whatever happens next, I’ll keep my promise to her just like I did then and never let this come between us.
Because I need her in my life, and if friendship is all she can give me, I’ll take it.
But I won’t say I’m not hoping for a repeat. Because that was the best sex of my life, and frankly, now that I’ve had a taste, I only want her more.