Breathless: Winchester Academy, Book 5

by Madison Faye

  I grin as I step into her and hug her tightly.

  “I’m just glad you’re safe, honey. That’s all that matters.”

  “I love you, mom.”

  “Love you too, honey.”

  I pull back, feeling way better as I smile at her

  “Okay, I’m going to go shower.”

  She smiles back. “Okay. You hungry?”

  “Starved actually.”

  She grins. “I’ll make you a sandwich.”

  “Thank, mom.”

  I give her another hug before I turn to head for the stairs.

  “Oh, and Waverly?”

  I turn. “Yeah?”

  Mom smiles. “You’re grounded.”

  * * *

  “Hey.”

  His voice purrs like liquid heat through the phone, and I shiver as I sink into big wing-back chair in my room. I hug my knees to my chest, grinning like an idiot as the flush teases through me.

  “Hey,” I murmur back.

  I’m showered, shampooed, dressed in cozy clothes, and looking at myself in the mirror across the room, grinning that I’m not a virgin anymore.

  …Because of him.

  Heat flushes through me, and I shiver with the wicked, scandalous knowledge that I just lost my v-card last night to my gorgeous, hunky, much older high school swim coach.

  “How’d it go getting home this morning?”

  I groan, and he chuckles.

  “Shit, that bad huh?”

  “Let’s just say it could have been worse? But it also could have been a lot better. She ran into Sasha last night when I was supposed to be staying at her dorm.”

  He winces. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, basically. I’m grounded.”

  He swears. “Damn, sorry beautiful.”

  I pout for a second before I grin.

  “It’s fine. Or it is what it is. How are you?”

  “Missing you,” he growls instantly, making me shiver. “A lot, actually.”

  “Oh really.”

  “Very really,” he groans. “I want to see you again.”

  I blush, raking my teeth over my lip.

  “I want to see you again too,” I whisper.

  “But you’re grounded.”

  “Yeah,” I grumble.

  “But you’re okay?”

  “Yeah?”

  I can hear him smile. “No, I mean about this morning. With what… you know.”

  “Oh,” I murmur, blushing fiercely. “That.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, that.”

  I grin, heat melting through me.

  “Um, yeah,” I breath, squeezing my legs tight together and shivering. “Very, very okay.”

  I pause.

  “Are… are you?”

  He laughs quietly. “Baby, I’ve never been more okay. In fact, I never wanted you to leave at all. I want you, Waverly,” he growls, making me gasp as something wicked teases through me.

  “I want you always actually,” he groans. “I’m fucking addicted to you.”

  I whimper, the heat between my legs throbbing, and before I know it, I’ve opened my legs and let my hand slide down between them, over my soft cotton shorts. I tease myself through them for one second, and my breath catches.

  “How bad?” I gasp. “How bad are you addicted to me?”

  He groans, definitely hearing the breathiness in my voice. “Fuck, Waverly.”

  “Tell me,” I gasp, teasing my pussy through the lounge shorts.

  “It’s bad,” he grunts. “Really bad.”

  I moan, and when I hear him groan, I know he’s doing the same as me.

  “Are you…”

  “Fuck yes,” he growls. “And I’m so fucking hard right now.”

  “I’m so wet,” I gasp quietly.

  He groans, grunting as he strokes his cock.

  “Could you…” I bite my lip. “Do you think you could, like, sneak in?”

  “To your house?” He chuckles. “I think that might be a terrible idea.”

  “I know,” I gasp, still touching myself as I feel the heat melt through my core. “I just want you so bad right now.”

  He growls, before suddenly, he pauses.

  “I have an idea.”

  He swears quietly, and I arch a brow.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m just pretty sure I’m going to hell.”

  I giggle.

  “For me?”

  “Yep. And gladly. Hang on, I’m going to call you back.”

  I blink as the line goes dead, pulling the phone away from my ear and frowning in confusion before suddenly, I hear our house phone go off.

  I stand and cross the room to my door, opening it a crack and putting my ear to it. The phone rings again, and this time, I hear my mom answer it downstairs.

  “Hello? Oh! Hi Camden, how’s your weekend?”

  Wait, what the fuck?

  I grab my phone to text him to see what the hell he’s up to.

  What the hell are you doing?

  Sit tight.

  “Well that’s good!” My mom laughs downstairs at something he says. “Oh, I see. Well…” she sighs heavily, lowering her voice. “She actually snuck out of the damn house last night. Yes! I know, I couldn’t freaking believe it. I know she’s going to college next year, and she’s and adult all that. But still. I see, I see.”

  Mom sighs.

  “Well, the problem is, she’s grounded. Exactly! I mean, she still lives here, and she lied to me about where she was going. No, I know regionals are coming up. No no no, I’m not taking those away from her. She’s worked too hard and they mean too much for her future. Uh-huh.”

  I’m on pins and needles, and I open my phone again.

  What are you up to? What’s going on???

  He just sends a winking face back, and I groan as I stick my head out into the hallway.

  “Okay, okay. No, I think that sounds reasonable. I mean grounded means no social stuff or friends. This is work. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Can you drive her home after? I’m not letting her drive.”

  My heart beats quickly. What the shit is going on?

  “Okay! Thanks Camden! I appreciate the call. Okay, bye.”

  She hangs up, and when I hear her on the stairs, I slink back inside my room and quietly close the door. A minute later, there’s a knock.

  “Waverly?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I come in?”

  “Sure!”

  The door opens and my mom sticks her head in.

  “Everything okay?”

  “So, Coach Kirby just called.”

  I swallow back the heat and excitement from my face.

  “Oh?”

  She frowns. “Yeah, he wants to do some training tonight at the pool for next week’s meet, and in preparation of regionals.”

  My pulse races, and it takes everything I have to hold back the big grin on my face.

  “But I’m grounded?”

  “Yep,” she says sharply before she smiles. “But luckily, I think this is an exception. Swimming could be your future, honey, I know that. So, I’m giving you a pass to go train tonight.” She laughs. “I mean, it’s not like spending your Saturday night alone with your swim coach running drills is fun night out.”

  You have NO idea…

  I grin. “Thank you, mom.”

  My pulse pounds, and my skin tingles with excitement.

  “Uh-huh,” she sighs dryly. “He’s going to meet you there in half an hour. You can walk, by the way.”

  I frown. “Seriously?”

  “It’s not far, and Coach Kirby can drive you home after, okay?”

  I nod, trembling with anticipation.

  Drive me home after, huh?

  …Oh, he can do much more than that.

  12

  Waverly

  The gym is dark when I get there, and when I key-card my way inside the pool area, it’s also dark except for the pool-lights themselves casting a flickering aqua glow.
r />   “Hello?”

  I step inside, my pulse beating quickly as the doors shut behind me. Suddenly, I gasp, my heart leaping into my throat as arms circle me from behind and pull me tight to a rock-hard body.

  “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!”

  Camden chuckles, spinning me in his arms, and instantly, the second our eyes lock, I’m falling into him. I moan, kissing him madly and deeply, practically crawling up his body into his arms as he growls into my lips.

  “I missed you,” he groans.

  I grin like an idiot.

  “It’s only been like twelve hours. Less.”

  “And that’s twelve hours too long without you right here in my arms,” he purrs.

  I moan as I lean into him, kissing him slow and deep before he pulls back. He’s shirtless and barefooted, wearing just that same black pair of perfectly fitting swim trunks. His eyes drop to my gym bag, and he grins.

  “Good. Brought your suit?”

  I frown. “I mean, I just grabbed the bag so my mom wouldn’t be thrown off. I don’t think my team suit is in there. Maybe just a bikini?”

  Camden grins, arching his brow.

  “Perfect. Get it on.”

  “Wait, what?”

  Hang on. I came here with the express purpose of fooling around with him, right?

  “Oh, you’re going to work, gorgeous.”

  My jaw drops. “What? I thought—”

  He laughs. “Oh, don’t worry,” he growls as he leans in close. “That’s also going to happen, trust me,” he groans deeply. “But it’ll be your reward.”

  I groan. “You’re kidding me.”

  “Nope,” he grins. “Regionals aren’t that far away, and you’re in a really good spot, but we need you lean and mean and ready to kick ass.”

  He moves close, kissing my neck until I’m gasping and melting into him.

  “Tell you what,” he purrs into my ear. “You beat your best time and I’ll tease that pretty little pussy with my tongue until you scream.”

  I whimper, panting as my hands run over his muscled chest.

  “But… but all I have is a regular bikini?”

  “That works.”

  I frown. Hardly. Regulation competition suits are specifically designed to help with drag—to wick the water away from your body so you move faster and easier. Bikinis? Yeah, not so much.

  “This is impossible.”

  Camden shrugs. “You can skip it.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure.” He winks. “You just won’t get your reward.”

  I groan, pouting at him. “What’s with the teacher of the year motivational crap?”

  He laughs. “Pretty sure you give up on teacher of the year when you start sleeping with your student.”

  I grin, blushing.

  “So, what’s it going to be?”

  I sigh. “No promises, but I’ll try. Hang on, be right back.”

  I grab my bag and head for the locker room door, when his voice stops me.

  “You know, it’s the weirdest thing. The locker rooms seem to be locked.”

  I pause, a grin spreading over my face before I spin back to him.

  “Oh really?”

  He shrugs, grinning. “So bizarre, I know.”

  “Even more since you’re the coach, and you definitely have keys for them.”

  He sighs dramatically. “Must’ve changed the locks on me.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He winks at me, and I blush as I drop the bag.

  “Well, fine.”

  I peel my t-shirt off, my skin tingling as I reach back and unhook my bra, dropping that as well. Camden just stands there, his eyes hungry and burning into me as he grins.

  “Enjoying yourself?”

  “Immensely,” he growls.

  I blush, biting my lip as I peel my yoga pants down, pausing for one second to look up at him, our eyes locking. And then I hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down, kicking them away before I stand again, shivering under his gaze. I turn, feeling seductive and wild, I purposeful bend over at the hips to open my gym bag. And when I hear him groan behind me, my face burns hot, feeling his eyes devouring all of me. I tug on the red bikini bottoms and then slip the top on and tie it, turning to look at him again.

  “Alright, let’s do this.”

  He grins. “Let’s do a four-hundred meter, sprint pace.”

  I groan. The four-hundred is my nemesis. For the record, four-hundred meters is a quarter mile, and in Winchester’s Olympic-sized pool, that’s eight lengths, back and forth, across the water. It’s a short enough of a distance where you aren’t pacing yourself like a sixteen-hundred or something longer, but long enough that at the end, you’re just physically done. But I set my mind and ready myself, and with one more look at Camden, I nod and head for the edge of the pool.

  “Here.”

  He tosses me a pair of goggles, which I catch before glancing at him, now next to the edge of the pool with me holding his stopwatch.

  “You ready?”

  “I have to beat my best four-hundred time?”

  “Yep.”

  I groan, blowing air through my lips and staring at the pool lane in front of me, when suddenly, I feel his arm slide around me. I gasp as he tugs me into him, and when his lips sear to mine, I moan. His hands hold me tight, and when one slips down my front to tease between my legs, I whimper. He growls into my mouth as his thick finger teases across my pussy through the bikini bottoms, before he pulls away, leaving me panting and trembling.

  “Motivation,” he growls quietly.

  “You’re the worst.”

  He chuckles. “You’ve got this, Waverly. Ready?”

  I swallow, and I nod.

  “Ready.”

  I turn back to the pool and adjust my goggles over my eyes before I take the diving stance.

  “Go!”

  I jump, plunging in, and then it’s just instinct that takes over. When I’m in the water, I don’t have to think, I just move. Muscle memory kicks in, and I drive forward, muscles pumping and pulse racing as I surge through the water. My fingers brush the far wall, and I flip and turn, shoving off the wall with my toes and plunging through the water again.

  One lap turns into two, and then three, and four, and five, my muscles aching and my pulse burning like liquid fire in my veins. I’m aware of Camden yelling encouragement at me, cheering me on as I turn into the sixth lap. I can feel my lungs about to explode, my jaw clenched tight as I stroke my arms and kick my feet, plowing right ahead.

  I turn in the seventh, and everything is getting blurry. But I keep going. Yeah, I’m motivated by Camden’s filthy promise, but I’m also motivated by something else.

  …His belief in me. It’s the way he looks at me, and the way he spoke to me like “of course” I could beat my old record doing this in a non-competition suit. And that even by itself is the spark inside of me, fueling me as I just keep fucking going. Everything burns. Everything aches, and everything feels like it’s about to give up as I spin into the eighth and final lap.

  Don’t stop now. Don’t you dare slow.

  I’m screaming inside, my lungs about to give out and my arms like wet noodles as I surge through the water, pumping and pumping and pumping until suddenly, my fingers brush pool-edge, and I basically collapse.

  There’s a splashing next to me, and as I claw my way to the edge of the pool, I’m aware of a whooping sound. I turn, and my brows shoot up at the instantly excited look on Camden’s face as he beams at me, his eyes wild.

  “How…” I pant, sucking in air. “Was it good?”

  “WAVERLY!”

  I gasp for air, my chest heaving as I tug my goggles off and blink away water.

  “Did I beat my old—”

  He holds up the waterproof stopwatch as he swims to the edge of the pool next me, and my jaw drops.

  “That’s…” I blink, my head not really believing what I’m seeing. “That’s imposs—”

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p; “No, it’s not,” he grins eagerly, beaming at me. “No, you did this. You just dominated that.”

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  The time on the stopwatch says four minutes, one second, and thirty-three milliseconds.

  “No,” I breathe, shaking my head. “No, that’s…” I frown. “But Katie Ledecky’s world record is—”

  “Three minutes, fifty-eight seconds, forty-seven milliseconds,” he says quietly. “Waverly, you just chased down the world fucking record to within three seconds, in a fucking bikini.”

  Time goes still for a second, until suddenly, I’m shrieking. I’m shrieking, and almost crying as I lunge into his arms, hugging him so tight as he laughs and spins me around. We spin until my back is to the edge of the pool, and when I pull back, and our eyes lock, I just pounce on him.

  I whimper, my legs wrapping tight around his muscled body as I hold his face and kiss him so hard. He groans, his lips parting and his tongue finding mine as we grind together breathlessly. Camden’s hands slide down to my ass, gripping me possessively before suddenly, I shriek as he lifts me up and out of the pool entirely. He sets me on the edge, breaking the kiss and making me whimper as his hands slide up my thighs and hook into my bikini bottoms. I moan, lifting my ass as he hungrily tugs them down my legs, tossing them onto the pool’s edge before he looks up into my eyes.

  “I’m so fucking proud of you, you know,” he growls.

  I blush, biting my lips as his powerful hands slowly pull my legs apart, until I’m gasping as I’m spread wide open for his hungry gaze, right there on the edge of the pool.

  “Camden,” I moan softly, panting as his breath teases over my thighs. He moves in, and when his tongue slowly drags over my bare lips, I drop my head back and gasp in pleasure.

  My pulse is still racing, and my body is still trembling from the swim, but his tongue on me, driving me wild is the only soothing I need. He groans into me, his tongue pushing deep and making me squeal before he drags it higher to my clit. He swirls his tongue around my little bud, making me cry out as the pleasure melts through me, and when he sucks it between his lips and just keeps swirling his tongue around it, I start to fall apart.

  Camden’s tongue dances over my clit, one of his hands gripping my hip and the other pushing between my legs. He eases a finger inside of me, curling it up and forward and stroking it against that perfect spot inside as he teases my clit, breathless and panting as I already am, I start to shatter.