Ryder
Coach Reyes finds me by the equipment shed as I’m about to leave. The rest of the crew is already packing up. He waits until they’re out of earshot before he starts in.
“Kane. A word.”
“Yeah.”
“Someone filed a formal concern about you being on campus unsupervised around the students.”
Anger claws up my spine. “I’ve never been unsupervised.”
“Someone said you were. One more complaint and I pull the plug. You understand me?”
“I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Your history does the talking for you. You think the school board cares that you’ve been clean for a few years? And who else in this town is going to give a guy like you a second chance? Dave’s the only one stupid enough to risk it.”
The old rage climbs fast. “I’m here to work. That’s it.”
“Then keep your head down and stay away from the students. And the teachers for that matter.”
“We done here?”
He holds my stare for a long second, then turns and walks off. I stand there until the urge to put my fist through something fades.
My phone buzzes with a text from Charlotte: Ordering pizza since you’re coming over to work tonight. What toppings?
I type back: Pepperoni.
Charlotte: Great. See you at 7.
I shove the phone in my pocket and finish loading the truck. I try to keep myself busy for the next couple of hours, but I keep replaying Reyes’s words. One more complaint. Your history. Who else is going to give you a chance?
I pull into Charlotte’s driveway thirty minutes early, unable to sit with my own thoughts any longer. I knock. No answer. Knock again. Still nothing. I text.
No reply.
The front door is unlocked when I try the knob. I push it open.
“Charlotte?”
Nothing but the sound of running water upstairs. I call out again.
“Charlotte?”
I take the stairs and notice the master bathroom door is open. Through the frosted glass of the shower, I can see her.
Fuck.
She’s naked, head tipped back. Water streaming over her shoulders, her tits, her pussy. My cock hardens so fast it hurts.
She turns and nearly jumps out of her skin when she sees me standing there.
I hold up both hands. “Sorry. I was early. I knocked. Texted you. The door was unlocked. I shouldn’t have…”
I can’t finish the sentence or look away. Water runs down her body in shiny trails. Her thighs press together for half a second and then relax. She makes no move to cover herself.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I know you said we can’t anymore. I respect that. But it had to be said.”
I force myself to turn toward the door.
“Come here,” she says.
Every muscle in my body goes tight. I turn back, and the way she’s looking at me sends a rush of heat straight to my cock. There’s no hesitation in her face now. No wondering if I’m reading this wrong.
She wants me.
I shove the glass door open and step straight into the spray fully dressed.
Boots, jeans, shirt, everything. Water soaks through the fabric in seconds.
She yelps, startled, but I already have her.
My hands grip her whole body, one arm locked around her waist, the other fisting in her wet hair.
My mouth finds hers hard. She opens for me immediately.
Water runs into our mouths when we kiss.
“Fuck,” I growl against her lips, already grinding my denim-covered cock against her bare stomach. “I can’t even get out of these fucking clothes. I need you so bad.”
I reach between us and yank my zipper down, shove the soaked jeans and boxers just low enough to free my cock, and lift her thigh against my hip.
The head of my cock finds her entrance. I push in with a single thrust that seats me all the way inside her.
She cries out into my mouth. I swallow the sound and start fucking her like that, driving into her naked body with nothing held back.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she admits against my mouth.
Her head tips back against the tile. One of my hands slides up her side and rests at the base of her throat. She curls her fingers around my wrist and presses my hand tighter.
“I like it,” she whispers.
I squeeze just enough to make her eyes flutter and push into her harder. Water pounds over us.
“Listen to you,” I rasp against her ear. “Taking my cock so fucking deep? Is this what you needed?”
“Yes,” she moans. “God, yes.”
I shift the angle and drive up into her so hard her back slides an inch up the tile. The wet slap of skin echoes under the spray. My free hand digs into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her open so I can bury myself even deeper.
“This is what you needed after today, isn’t it? Someone to fuck the thoughts right out of your head. Someone to fill this pretty cunt until you can’t think about anything else.”
She nods frantically, nails scraping over the soaked fabric of my shirt. I feel her start to tighten. Her breaths come shorter. Her thighs shake around my hip.
“That’s it. Clench around me. Let me feel how close you are.” I tighten my grip on her throat just a fraction more and pound into her in short, brutal strokes that grind against her clit with every thrust. “Come on my cock right fucking now. Soak me while the water’s still running.”
She shatters with a scream. Her whole body seizes. I feel every pulse of her orgasm pulling me deeper. I keep thrusting through it, chasing the same edge.
“Fuck, Charlotte, look at you coming so hard. Taking every inch like a good girl. I’m going to come. Fuck.”
My rhythm turns frantic. I slam into her one last time and I empty myself inside her in thick pulses, growling against her mouth and forcing every drop as deep as it can go.
I should feel spent. But I don’t. The opposite happens. Something darker and hungrier rises in its place. I just came harder than I ever have and all I can think about is fucking her again. Deeper. Harder. Until neither of us can walk.
She’s still leaning against the tile, whimpering softly, legs trembling around me when I reach out and shut off the water. I pull out of her slowly, watching come and water drip down her thighs.
I step back just far enough to strip. Shirt first, peeling the wet fabric off my shoulders and letting it hit the floor with a heavy slap. Then the boots, toed off one after the other. Jeans and boxers next, shoved down and kicked aside. Everything lands in a soaked pile.
I step in close again, one hand sliding around her waist.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Her eyes open wider. “What?”
I haul her out of the shower by the waist, spin her toward the sink, and bend her forward so her hands land on the counter. My cock presses against the curve of her ass.
“Look in the mirror.”
She lifts her head. Our reflections stare back.
I take my cock in hand and drag the head through the mess between her thighs, tracing her cunt slowly, coating myself in everything I just left inside her.
“Do you want this again?”
“Yes.”
I push in hard. She cries out and the sound goes straight to the base of my spine. I grip her hips and start fucking her with no restraint, watching every reaction in the mirror.
“Look at us,” I growl. “Don’t look away. I want you to see exactly what you do to me.”
She keeps her eyes on the glass. I watch her watch us… the way her breasts sway with every hard stroke, the way her mouth falls open while my cock disappears into her over and over.
“You drive me fucking crazy. I’ve never wanted anyone this much. I can’t control it. Can’t stop.”
I reach up and fist a hand in her wet hair, pulling her head back so she has no choice but to keep staring at our reflection.
“Look how wet you are. Look how your pussy takes me. Still full of my come and already dripping for more.”
She moans, pushing back to meet every thrust. I feel fucking feral, unhinged, like I could keep her bent over this sink for hours and still not get enough.
“This is what you do to me. You make me lose every fucking ounce of control. All I can think about is getting deeper. Filling you again. Watching you take it.”
I snap my hips harder. The angle lets me grind against that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. Her eyes stay locked on the mirror just like I told her.
“Don’t look away. Watch yourself come on my cock.”
She starts to tighten around me, crying out my name.
“That’s it. Give it to me. Let me feel you while you watch.”
She shatters again, eyes still fixed on our reflection as the orgasm rips through her. The sight of her coming while forced to watch herself is what pushes me over.
“Fuck—Charlotte—”
I slam in deep and empty myself inside her again, pulsing hard, growling against the back of her neck as I fill her for the second time. My hips keep moving in short, possessive thrusts until every drop is spent.
Even then the hunger doesn’t fully ease.
I stay buried inside her, breathing hard, still watching us in the fogged mirror. We stay like that for a long moment. Breathing hard. Bodies still joined. Water from the shower drips off the ends of our hair onto the counter.
“You okay?”
She nods, eyes half-lidded. “More than okay.”
I ease out of her carefully and grab a clean washcloth, cleaning her gently between her legs. She watches me the entire time.
When I finish, I wrap a dry towel around her and another around my waist.
The doorbell rings. Charlotte startles, then looks toward the hallway.
“That’s the pizza.”
“That guy deserves one hell of a tip for the timing.”
She laughs. “Behave.”
“Little late for that.”
She gives me a look and starts toward the door, still wrapped in nothing but the towel.
“Charlotte.”
She turns. “What?”
“You planning to answer the door like that?”
She looks down at herself and bursts out laughing. “Oh my God.”
I catch her around the waist before she can escape, pull her back against me, and kiss her. When I let her go, I give her ass a playful smack.
“Go put some clothes on. I’ll get the pizza.”
“You’re very bossy for someone who came here to fix my bathroom.”
I grin. “Pretty sure I did a lot more than that.”
Her mouth drops open. I’m still laughing when I head downstairs.
By the time she joins me, the pizza boxes are open on the counter and I’m already halfway through a slice of pepperoni. She’s pulled on an oversized T-shirt, her hair still damp and her cheeks pink.
I hold out a slice. She takes it and bites into it immediately.
I watch her chew, barefoot in her kitchen. I think about Reyes’s threats. About the entire town waiting for me to fuck up again.
None of it feels as heavy as it did an hour ago.
Not with Charlotte looking at me like that.