by Aria Ford
I watched the coach’s reaction. He got a puzzled look on his face, and putting the video on pause, he looked at Brittany. “What’s special. Why are those brownies labeled special?”
She gave a fake smile. “Because they’re pot brownies.”
“What?” he said in horror. “I can see several people eating those. They were all eating brownies stuffed with pot?”
She waved a hand. “In a manner of speaking, but yes, the USC team served up pot brownies. Now we all knew they were laced and had the choice to avoid them. Lindsey didn’t know. She trusted Adam not to drug her beer or serve her a brownie that would make her fail a drug test.”
I nodded, agreeing with Brittany’s statement.
The coach looked at me, back at the video, and then at Brittany. “How’d you get this?”
Another coy smile. “I know people. Needless to say, you’re not the first coach to see this video. Adam was kicked off the USC team, along with anyone else seen eating those brownies.”
“He was also expelled from the school for drugging my beer,” I added.
The coach was shaking his head. “That is awful. Truly awful. I have a daughter, and this scares me to death.”
“So is she back on the team? This little incident doesn’t go on her record?” Brittany asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t see how I can suspend her for something she didn’t do. Lindsey, you’re back on the team and please accept my apologies. I hope you have learned a lesson from all of this. Don’t trust boys!”
I laughed. “Got it, and thank you.”
Brittany stood. “We’ll see you at practice.”
We both gladly left the office. Brittany walked like a regal queen, clearly very satisfied with her sleuthing abilities and with being able to exonerate me.
“Thank you. I cannot believe you managed to get your hands on that security video,” I told her, still not sure exactly how she had managed to do it.
She shrugged. “It was nothing. I know I will be thinking twice before I go anywhere or do anything I don’t want the world to see. There are cameras everywhere!”
I nodded. “Good plan. In this case, I’m glad they were there. I have to get to class. I’ll see you at practice.”
My phone chimed again. I knew it was Tanner. He had been texting all morning, but I wasn’t quite ready to text him back. I felt betrayed. Telling Brian was something I should have done, or we should have at the very least discussed.
Another chirp. I yanked my phone out of my back pocket, unlocked it and read his latest message.
How did your meeting with the coach go?
I don’t know how he knew. I didn’t care. He could sit in the dark a while longer. I put the phone back in my pocket and put it on silent.
Class dragged on. I was looking forward to practicing with my team. I never thought I’d feel that way, but I did. I was going to kick ass and show them all I was worth keeping around, even after all the drama I’d caused.
At practice, I gave 110 percent, fighting to be better than I ever had. I could feel the difference in the team dynamic. They didn’t trust me. It was going to be hard to work my way back into the close-knit group.
Toward the end of practice, I looked up to see Tanner watching from the stands. I ignored him. He clearly didn’t get the hint. Once practice was over and everyone started to file into the locker rooms to change, he approached me. I knew it was coming. It was best to get it over with.
“Lindsey,” he started, stepping close to me. I stepped back. “Please, hear me out,” he pleaded.
“No. We have nothing to talk about. You told Brian without even talking to me about it. That was not cool. You may have ruined my relationship with my brother because you got shitfaced and couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
“I’m sorry. What about our training? Are you giving up on that?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not giving up on training, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to train with you. That line is blurred. Plus, if I ever hope to repair my relationship with Brian, we need to cool it. I don’t want to give him any more reason to be pissed. You and me working together would not make him happy.”
“Lindsey, stop. Think about what you’re saying. We can keep it professional. You need me. Your brother was drunk. He’s going to get over it. Your family knows I’m the best, and they all want you to reach your goal. I am the one to get you there.”
“I can find another trainer.”
My teammates were filing out of the locker room and leaving. We both stood there, looking at each other, not saying anything, afraid we would be overheard. I could see the other women on my team checking him out. I watched his response and was happy to see he didn’t return their lecherous looks. Sluts.
Once the last person left, I turned to him, “It isn’t a good idea, Tanner. I’m sorry. Thank you for stepping in, but I need to find someone else to train me.”
I turned and headed for the locker room, leaving him standing there, his mouth slightly agape. I grabbed a clean towel from the bin and began wiping off my arms and legs, before toweling off my hair. A noise behind me had me spinning around.
“Tanner,” I said in surprise.
He didn’t say a word. He stalked toward me. His gaze intent, his intentions unclear. I wasn’t afraid, but apprehensive. He looked like a man on a mission. I was his mission.
“Tanner,” I said again, taking a step backward, holding up a hand.
He didn’t give me a chance to finish my warning. He grabbed me on each side and slammed his mouth over mine, pushing me backward until my back was against the lockers. He was pushing into me, his mouth moving over mine, his tongue plunging in, over and over.
I kissed him back. My fervor matching his own. His hands reached down and grabbed mine. He wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pushed my hands up and over my head as he continued to plunder my mouth. All thoughts of telling him to leave had vanished. I needed him just like this. Right here and right now.
Chapter 17
Tanner
I couldn’t stop. I had waited long enough. Lindsey was mine, and I was going to make her realize it. Somewhere, deep down, there was a primal need driving me to ravish her. My hands were pinning hers over her head, preventing her from touching me and me from touching her, but it gave me unfettered access to her mouth.
“You’re mine, Lindsey. I have to have you. Now. Here,” I breathed into her ear. I knew she was hesitant. We were in her school’s locker room. I didn’t care. I would fuck her with an audience. I moved to her neck, sucking, but being careful not to leave a mark. Her breasts were moving up and down with her breathing.
I pulled her strap off one arm and then the other, peeling her out of it was becoming a favorite habit of mine. Her breasts sprang free, and I dove between them, lavishing with my tongue, unable to get enough. I felt like I was starving with no way to satisfy my need.
“Tanner, we can’t,” she moaned, her head dropping to one side as my mouth moved up, leaving a wet trail to her ear.
“We can. We will. We are.”
I pulled her swimsuit down lower, pushing it over her hips. I dropped to my knees to tug it down over her knees. She shivered. I knew it was from pleasure and not the cool breeze in the room.
“Step out of it,” I demanded. She complied. My gaze was drawn to her bare sex, not a stitch of hair. I wanted to taste her, but not now, not yet. I need to be inside her, pushing into her, claiming her and telling her the only way I knew how that I would possess her.
She stood there naked and waiting. I rose and moved closer to her, cupping her breasts in my hands. I kissed her again while her hands slid under my shirt, running up my sides and over my chest. I loved how soft her hands were.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the ground. Her mouth dropped to one nipple and then the other, licking and biting.
“I have to have you now, Lindsey.” I pulled my shorts down enough to free my cock. She reached down and wrapped one of her
soft little hands around me, squeezing and pulling. I nearly came in her hand. I put my hands under her butt and pulled her up, and she guided me into her sweet, wet pussy, sliding down my length.
We both groaned at the same time. I had never been with a woman who got that wet. It was unnatural. Her tight sheath was an aphrodisiac that made me harder than I could remember being. It was almost painful to be that engorged. The second her body enveloped mine, I felt as if I would explode.
I pushed up harder. I needed traction and pushed her against the lockers once again, raising up and thrusting into her with hard, violent thrusts. Her body slid up the lockers, dropping back down only for me to repeat the action.
I could feel her getting wetter, and I didn’t know how it was possible.
“Tanner,” she moaned.
“Say it again,” I demanded, wanting to hear my name on her lips when that first orgasm hit. I knew there were going to be several. I could feel the tension in her body, needing release. After our last round of sex, I knew she was a woman who could climax several times before being fully satisfied.
“Tanner,” she drew my name out.
“Come,” I said quietly at first, but when I didn’t feel her juices squirting, I said it again with more force. “Come, Lindsey.”
And there it was. Her head was rolling back and forth against the wall of lockers, her nails were digging into my shoulders as she rode the climax wave. I carried her, still buried deep inside and sat down on the bench facing the lockers. I pushed her off me, she moaned as I pulled out of her body.
“Turn around and sit,” I demanded. She turned and her ass was right in my face. I leaned forward and squeezed one of the cheeks, my mouth gently biting the other a moment before she lowered herself on me.
She spread her legs wide, pushing me deeper and deeper inside. I leaned back, making room for her fine ass to sit on me.
“Bounce,” I grunted, barely able to hold back my own release. I wasn’t done with her. Not yet. I knew she needed more, and I wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied.
She rose up, nearly pulling me out of her before sliding back down. It was all very slow and methodical, making me crazy with my need to explode inside her.
“Faster. Fuck me faster!” I demanded.
She obliged, slamming down in hard, quick bursts to the point she nearly knocked me off the bench. I wrapped an arm around her waist to still her before sitting up a little straighter, changing the angle in which I was penetrating her. It had the desired effect. I could feel her climax starting, her legs were closing as she squeezed me deep inside her. Her head fell forward. I reached one hand up to cup her breast and ran the other down, to massage the clit. Within seconds, she was bucking and arching her back. Her head nearly slamming into mine as she jolted backward.
I pushed her up, pulling out of her, with my dick dripping wet with her juices.
“Shower,” I told her, taking her hand and pulling her as I made my way into one of the stalls with chest-high tile walls. I turned on the water as hot as it would go, my back facing the stream.
She was staring at my dick, and it jumped under her scrutiny. I nearly blew my wad right there.
“Turn around,” I said, barely maintaining control.
There was a slight hesitation, but she did as I asked. I stepped behind her, running my hands over her thighs, her waist, before massaging her breasts, tweaking the nipples. Her response was to bend forward and push her ass into my dick. I grabbed both of her hands and placed them on the tile wall.
“Hold on tight. I’m going to fuck you hard,” I whispered in her ear before nibbling at the lobe.
Her head dropped to the side, and she spread her legs a little wider, aiming her ass up. I pushed a finger into her pussy before guiding my heavily engorged penis inside. I pushed slowly and deliberately. Without me telling her to do it, she backed up a step and pushed her butt against me, burying me balls deep inside her.
“Holy fuck, Lindsey, you are killing me. I can’t get enough of you.”
I pulled out and slowly worked my way in again, relishing in the feel of her pussy squeezing every inch of me, holding me tight. I rotated my hips against her, and she moaned.
Once again, I slowly withdrew before putting my hands on her hips, holding her in place. She arched her back, preparing for my entry, her hands tightened on the wall. I plunged in with such force her feet slid forward on the wet shower floor. I yanked her back, getting in a little deeper.
“Fuck me, Tanner. Do it. Harder, dammit, harder,” she yelled.
I pulled out and rammed into her, over and over. She was moaning and moving her head, her fingers turning white as she gripped the edge of the wall.
“Do you want more, Lindsey?”
“Uhhhh,” she moaned.
I took it as a yes, and like a piston in a well-oiled machine, I drove in harder and faster, just as she demanded.
“Now. Now,” I repeated, losing my mind and my self-control.
Her body jerked forward and up, as she shouted out with her release. I grunted as my own climax hit me, jerking me forward while my body rocked into her. I collapsed against her. My face pressed into her bare back, and I couldn’t catch my breath. One of her hands reached around to grab my ass.
“Oh my God, Tanner. I don’t know what you do to me, but holy shit, I think you’re kind of amazing.”
I grinned. “I know. You are too. Our bodies were made for each other.”
I slowly pulled out and turned to face the stream of hot water. I reached out to pull her in. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest. I could have stood there all day with her naked body against mine.
“We should probably get dressed,” I mumbled against the top of her head.
“Yeah, I hope there are no cameras in here,” she murmured.
My head jerked up, and I looked around. “Wouldn’t that be illegal?” I asked, suddenly very worried.
“Yeah, its fine,” she said, walking out of the shower and grabbing a towel.
We quickly dried off and dressed. Even though I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I wanted her again. Each time, it got better. I was worried I would die fucking her. Then I smiled because I didn’t think there could be a better way to go.
Chapter 18
Lindsey
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Tanner one last time. “This may only be adding fuel to the fire.”
We were headed up the highway in his black truck. Brian didn’t know we were coming. It was a bit of an ambush, but one we felt we had to do. Neither one of us was okay with Brian hating us. And, we wanted to be together. We had to find a way to Brian realize we were more than just a fling. Tanner and I were the real deal.
“He’ll probably take a swing at me, again. Don’t stand next to me. I would hate to have to kick his ass because he hit you,” he growled.
“Where were you when he used to beat me up when we were kids?”
He shrugged. “You usually started those fights, and you were definitely deserving of some of the licks he got in before your daddy rescued you.”
“Hey!”
“Just telling it like it is,” he said, checking his blind spot and changing lanes.
“Uh, you seem to be in a bit of a hurry. Please don’t rush on my account. I’m not sure I’m all that eager for this confrontation. It’s probably going to resemble something from a war movie,” I lectured.
“I want to get it over with. This has been eating at me for days. He’s my best friend. He’s my family as much as yours. I can’t have him hating me,” he said in a solemn voice.
I reached over, putting my hand on his thigh. “I get it. I do. We’ll fix this. I think it was a combination of whatever it is he’s been dealing with at work, the tequila, and the shock of hearing you say it.”
“How did you know about the work problems?” he asked, actually surprised I knew.
I rolled my eyes. “Uh, he has never been good at hiding things from me. And my mom told m
e.” I grinned.
“Cheater.”
I had to laugh at his grumpiness over me knowing about Brian’s problems. “Sorry. I stayed out of it, hoping his time with you would help him get some perspective.”
He nodded. “I guess.”
We exited the highway. Brian’s condo building was within our view. Butterflies were flying around in my stomach. I hoped he would hear us out because I needed my brother in my life.
Tanner parked in the visitor spot, and we climbed out of the truck.
“I don’t know about this,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me back.
I sighed. “I don’t know, either, but we have to try. Come on, we can’t turn back now after we came all the way up here.”
We walked up the stairs to the second floor where his condo overlooked the pool. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for some harsh words and a lot of anger.
Tanner stepped forward, knocking on the door, pushing me behind him. It was then I realized he was fully prepared to get hit. It was kind of sweet and a little sad, considering he’d been best friends with my brother forever.
Brian swung open the door, took one look at us and tried to slam it shut but not before Tanner put his foot in the way.
“Brian, let us in. We need to talk like adults,” I said, coming out from behind Tanner.
“Go away. I have nothing to say to you.”
“Brian,” I hissed. “Open the damn door or I’m going to tell mom.”
His face popped into view. “Seriously?”
I raised my brows. “Yes. Seriously. Now move,” I pushed open the door and walked in.
Tanner followed. The three of us stood there, facing off in the entry.
My brother glared at us.
“Stop it,” I said.
Tanner stepped forward. “Brian, I’m sorry. Really, I am. It just happened.”
Brian’s eyes narrowed. “And now what? It keeps happening? Is this one of those flings you like to have before you toss the girl aside and move on to the next one?”
“No. I love her.”
Brian and I both stared at him, eyes wide.