by Aria Ford
I pulled into the pub parking lot and walked inside the dark restaurant. The lights were low, and the place had the stench of decades of cigarette smoke clinging to the dark walls. I found Brian sitting in a booth, drinking a draft beer.
“I already ordered for both of us. I figured you probably had more clients, so I ordered you a Coke. I get to drink beer,” he said, grinning.
I nodded. “Actually, I do have another client but not until later today. It’s Lindsey,” I said, waiting for his reaction.
“What?”
I cleared my throat. “I’m training Lindsey. I offered when she told me her other trainer up and left, and she accepted.”
He nodded. “Good. How’s it going?”
“Fine. She’s an excellent swimmer. Takes direction well,” I said, doing my best to sound like a professional and not like a guy who had been having inappropriate thoughts about the client.
“Do you think she has a chance?” he asked me, taking a long pull from his beer.
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Good. I hope you can take her all the way.”
He had no idea what those words did to my body. If he knew I was lusting after his little sister, he would probably throw that bottle at me. I would keep it to myself. Be the consummate professional.
“What about you? What has you hiding out in San Diego instead of getting your butt home to Orange County?”
He rolled his eyes. “My job. Some days my job makes me crazy. Actually it isn’t the job. It’s the interns my dad insists we keep around. He’s all about giving people a chance to get started and everyone can benefit from getting their feet wet.”
I chuckled. “No naughty interns to take your mind off things?”
“God, I wish. No, I’m stuck with a bunch of whiny brats who know everything and deserve it all but don’t want to put in the time or work to actually get it.”
I shook my head, doing my best to empathize. If we kept the conversation on him and his issues, we didn’t have to talk about Lindsey. I didn’t want him to pick up on the fact my feelings for her were not quite as brotherly as they should be. Not even close. I wanted her in the worst way, and if she gave me even a hint she was down for it, I would jump at the chance. Brian didn’t need to know.
Our food was delivered. We chatted about nothing important, the topic thankfully staying away from Lindsey.
“You could always move here,” I told him.
He laughed. “I like making real money.”
“I make real money.”
“Orange County is where the office is. I like it there. I really don’t mind working for my dad. It’s just a bad batch of interns. They’ll only be around another month, and then I can kick them to the curb.”
I had to chuckle. “Only to have another batch come in.”
“Don’t remind me.”
We finished our meals before I stood. “I need to get going. I have to run some errands and then meet Lindsey at the school.”
“Okay,” Brian said, standing as well. “I’ll see you back at your place. I’ll order a pizza for dinner.”
“Sounds good. I won’t be home until after nine. Your sister is a machine.”
He laughed. “Yes, she is, and don’t even think she’ll quit a minute early. She will dock your pay if she thinks you aren’t giving it your all. She’s like my dad—a bit of a slave driver.”
I was excited to train Lindsey. She was a champion, and I wanted to be the one she hugged and thanked when she won that first medal.
Chapter 4
Lindsey
I loved this particular pool. It was at a local high school. My dad had pulled some strings and made a healthy donation to the school’s swim program for me to get private use rights. It wasn’t an Olympic pool, but it was good for my needs.
“I thought you were going to change your mind, and I was going to be out another trainer.”
I stood on the cement surrounding the high school’s pool, stretching my arms over my head. First one and then the other.
Tanner was walking toward me, that sexy smile on his face.
“I had to sign about a million waivers to train you here. I even got this,” he said, dangling a key in the air.
“Wow, you move fast. I’m surprised they handed it over so quickly. It took my last trainer several weeks to convince them to do that.”
He stopped in front of me. “I have a certain charm,” he said with a wink. “And I have a kick-ass reputation. Of course, they were more than willing to hand it over. Ready?” he asked.
“Yep. I want to shave off at least a second today. I went easy in practice, so I don’t feel as spent as yesterday.”
“Jump in and do a few warm up laps,” he instructed.
I did as he asked, slowly swimming the length of the pool, priming my body for the grueling training I knew was coming. I flipped and began making my way back to where he was standing. I could feel his eyes on me. It wasn’t the same as being watched by a trainer who was watching my form. Tanner was watching me. My body. It sent delicious heat racing down my spine, causing me to involuntarily shudder and lose my rhythm.
“What was that? You have a cramp?” he shouted.
I ignored him. I wasn’t about to tell him he was throwing me off. I made a few more laps, focused my attention and was ready by the time I made it back to the edge of the pool.
“Today we’re going to keep working on your speed in the pool. Tomorrow I want to spend some time in the gym, working your core,” he was saying, all businesslike.
“Okay, sounds good to me,” I said, looking forward to getting out of the pool. I loved to swim, but being in the water four to five hours a day, swimming back and forth like a fish tended to get tedious. I loved meets, but I didn’t love the repetitive laps that came with training to improve speed and form.
“Let’s go!” he said, clapping his hand, pulling up the stopwatch he wore around his neck.
I spent the first hour listening to him shout at me and feeling like a complete failure. Every time I thought I was getting better, he had another complaint. Tanner was a terror. A good terror, but he bordered on Nazi.
When I made it back to the edge of the pool, ready to take a breather, I looked up to see him pulling off his shirt. He always wore shorts, like he was ready to jump in a pool or the ocean at any second. The next thing I knew, he jumped in.
“What are you doing?” I asked in surprise. My eyes were stuck on his muscular chest. He was casually swimming toward me, his eyes holding mine.
“I’m going to show you what I want,” he said.
The words were full of heat. I nodded my head, ready to do anything he asked.
“Watch,” he ordered a second before he took off, springing away from the wall.
I watched but probably not at what he was asking me to watch. I watched his strong arms cut through the water, the muscles in his back, stretching and pulling with every reach. His legs, long and muscled, stretched out behind him.
He was making his way back to me, where I was standing in the shallow end. He was staring at me in a way that made my belly feel like warm honey.
When he was within reach, he stopped, his green eyes still holding mine.
“Lindsey,” he said in a husky voice. His gaze roamed my body before coming back to hold my own.
I slowly walked toward him, the water lapping around my chest as I moved. I had no idea what I was doing. I knew it was wrong, but this invisible pull had me in a vise I couldn’t break free of.
His arm reached out, below the water, grabbing my waist, pulling me toward him. He kept pulling me in until my body was pressed into his bare chest. I knew it was coming, but I couldn’t have possibly been prepared for how good it felt when his lips touched mine. It felt like I had been waiting forever to taste him. I wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass me by.
His arms snaked around me, holding tight before his hands moved to my butt, squeezed and yanked me closer to his groin where I could
feel his hard length. I moaned when his tongue drove between my lips and began a duel with my own tongue.
“Tanner,” I breathed when he pulled back.
“Lindsey—”
I stopped what he was going to say by running my hand into his hair and shoving his head back down to mine. I devoured him, telling him with my actions that I wanted this in every way.
“Don’t stop,” I said in a clear voice when his mouth left mine.
“I have no intention of doing that,” he said before slamming his mouth into mine. Heat coursed through my body. His erection was pushing against me, and I wanted to feel it in me. I dropped my hand between his legs and massaged him through his swim trunks.
He pulled back, staring into my eyes a second before he started yanking at my swimsuit. He yanked down one strap, my breast popped out, distracting him from his task. His mouth came down on my nipple, suckling before using his teeth to gently nibble.
“Oh.” I fought back the shout that nearly erupted when his teeth grazed over my breast before moving up my neck.
His hand worked at the other strap, yanking it down my arm. At the same time, his leg moved forward between mine, demanding I spread my legs. I obliged and was rewarded with his hard thigh pressed against my pussy. I moved forward, rubbing against it, relishing in the feel of his hardness.
His hands were on my breasts, “Ride me, Lindsey,” he demanded as he squeezed and cupped my breasts before putting his mouth on my other nipple.
My back arched as I rubbed against his leg, pushing harder and being rewarded with a lovely sensation that spiraled through my body. I was wet. I was ready.
“Please,” I groaned, my head back, my breasts pushing up and out, begging for more.
He stepped back, “Take off the suit, Lindsey.”
I opened my eyes. His demanding tone had me on fire. I nodded my head, moved my hands to my suit and pulled it down, bending over, my breasts brushing over the water. The sensation sent another chill over my body as I quickly pulled the suit off.
I tossed it on the cement and waited. He stared but didn’t move toward me. My body felt as liquid and flowing as the water we were standing in.
“Touch me,” I breathed.
He moved forward, one hand went between my breasts, his finger running a trail through the valley as it ran down my stomach. My bare sex tingled, waiting for his touch. Instead of doing what I expected, his hand splayed out, gripping my waist and yanking me into him. His mouth was on mine again.
“You’re fucking amazing. I want to fuck you hard and fast,” he was saying. The words were making me dizzy. I nodded, giving him permission as if that was what he was asking. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Lindsey?”
“Yes, yes, fuck me, Tanner,” I said in crazed passion. My hands were gripping his cock through his shorts. It wasn’t enough.
“Take them off,” he demanded.
I quickly obliged, yanking the shorts down over his hips. His cock sprang free, and I moaned. It was big and engorged, and I couldn’t wait to have him in me.
I used my foot to push his shorts down to his ankles. He casually stepped out of them, his hand on my ass in a possessive manner the whole time, making me wetter than I had been. I reached down to grab his dick, guiding him to where I needed him. The difference in our height made it impossible for it to work. I groaned in frustration.
His other hand reached down, both on my ass, he yanked me up his body. My arms went around his neck and my legs around his waist. In one smooth motion, he plunged into my body. The invasion stretched me in sweet agony. I threw my head back, arching my back and pushing my hips against him, trying to take him deeper.
“Fuck, you’re wet, Lindsey. Holy shit,” he moaned before running his tongue down my neck. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast,” he warned before moving his hips and plunging deeper. His arms were wrapped around my waist as he dove into my body.
It was fast and furious, and we were both climaxing way too soon. He pulled out and stepped away from me.
“Tanner,” I said, suddenly feeling very awkward standing naked in the pool.
He swam to where his shorts were floating in the pool. Grabbed them and swam to the edge, using his muscular arms to pull himself up and out. He yanked on the shorts, ignoring me the whole time.
“Tanner.”
He looked at me, “This can never happen again. Never. And don’t tell Brian,” he said, not looking back as he walked toward the door.
I reached for my suit, pulled it out while I was in the pool, feeling completely vulnerable. I climbed out of the pool, wrapped myself in a towel and headed for the locker room to change. I felt like a fool.
Chapter 5
Tanner
I fucked up. I know I did. I shouldn’t have let myself get near her. I knew better. Lindsey was Brian’s little sister. What the hell had I been thinking! It was a onetime thing, I promised myself. I wouldn’t let it happen again. I wanted it to happen again.
I canceled practice yesterday because I didn’t trust myself to be around her. It didn’t help our interactions always involved us being nearly half-dressed. I had taken the coward’s way out and sent her a text saying I couldn’t make it. Her one-word answer “fine” spoke volumes. I had fucked her and then walked away. Classy. Typical of me, but not how I would ever want Lindsey to be treated. Brian would kick a dude’s ass for treating her like that. I would too. I owed her an apology. I just had to figure out how to man-up and do it.
I couldn’t cancel today. Her training was too important, and I would not be the one to hold her back. I would have to figure out a way to keep my hands to myself, and hopefully it wouldn’t be completely awkward. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind since that night. Thank God Brian had decided to leave Tuesday afternoon after our lunch. I don’t think I could have faced him. It felt like my guilt was written all over my face, and he would see right through me. He would know.
I had tried to get the woman out of my head for the past twenty-four hours, but it was pointless. She was under my skin. I’d fucked her, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t right. I wanted her but not like one of the women I screwed and left in my wake. I wanted to worship her body. I wanted to spend time learning every inch. Every crevice. Our pool time had been too fast, and I didn’t get to really enjoy that sweet body of hers. I was left craving more because, though I’d had only a little taste, I wanted it all.
Snap out of it, man!
My phone beeped.
Are you going to show up?
It was a text from Lindsey. It was slightly bitchy, but I couldn’t blame her.
Yes. See you at 6.
I didn’t have a choice. I was a professional trainer and couldn’t ditch clients on a whim. It was going to be difficult and awkward, but we were both adults. Or at least I was pretending to be, even though I felt like a horny teenager.
I let myself into the high school pool, trying not to think about the last time we’d been here. There was another young kid with whom I assumed was his private trainer. The kid couldn’t have been more than twelve. It was amazing to see kids that age with such dedication. Lindsey had been like that, and now all her hard work was about to pay off.
When she came strolling through the side door, her long legs covered in a pair of sweats, my heart jumped. Her red suit clung to her body. My mind instantly thought back to my mouth on her breasts, sucking and teasing. They weren’t too big or too small. They were perfect, just like the rest of her.
“Hi,” I said, doing my best not to sound like a complete idiot.
“I’m ready to get started,” she answered, clearly not in the mood for small talk.
She was pissed. I wasn’t sure if it was because I canceled the day before or because we had sex, and I had left without so much as a thank-you.
I nodded. “Let’s get to it, then.”
She peeled off the sweats, and I had to look away. Images of her legs wrapped around me came flooding back. I walked tow
ard the east wall and casually adjusted my dick, which was growing hard. I doubted the kid and his trainer would appreciate me walking around with a hard-on. Not now.
When I turned back around, she was watching me. Her cheeks were flushed. She knew. That only made my semierection grow bigger. Her eyes drifted down before meeting mine again. I stared back, not caring that she knew the effect she had on me. Let her see. I pulled off my shirt, knowing it would distract her. I hadn’t been the only one in the pool that night. She had been more than ready and willing. I wanted her aroused, and I wasn’t stupid. I knew she wanted me.
I watched her gaze drop to my chest, so I flexed. She was staring, and I was loving it.
“Get in,” I demanded.
Her eyes met mine. I could see the passion.
“Get in, Lindsey,” I said, my tone firm.
She rolled her eyes, the passion gone. I thought she would tell me to go to hell, but she did as I said.
We managed to get through the practice, but it was incredibly weird. When I normally would have jumped in the pool to demonstrate what I wanted, I didn’t. I couldn’t get close to her. The last time had ended with both of us naked.
“I think we’re good,” I said about five minutes before nine. I couldn’t take the tension between us a minute longer. I was either going to rip that suit off her and fuck her on that poolside chair like I had been fantasizing about, or she was going to fire me. The sexual tension between us was palpable, so thick you could reach out and touch it. I had to get away before we made another huge mistake.
“Yeah, I agree. I have homework,” she said, climbing the ladder out of the pool. Water dripped down her legs and arms and between her breasts tucked away in the suit. I imagined lapping at the rivulets of water, tasting her skin. I wanted her body stretched out, wet, inside and out, with me over the top of her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked, before leaving.