COACH (Boston Terriers Book 3)

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by Jacob Chance


  She exhales on a shaky sigh, “You didn’t kiss me. I kissed you.”

  “Are you sorry you kissed me?” I hope she’s not.

  “No, but weren’t you? You pulled away and I was embarrassed. I thought you were upset, and I realized I never should have started anything.”

  “The only thing I regret about that kiss is that it had to end.”

  “Kissing you is wrong - forbidden even. So, why can’t I stop wanting your lips on mine?”

  “Amelia,” I sigh. “I feel the same. I want to kiss you and never stop. I want to spend every minute I can with you. Take you out for dinner, to the movies, or anywhere we decide to go.”

  “But?” she questions, looking heartbroken.

  I caress her cheeks with my fingertips. “But I won’t do anything to ruin this opportunity for you.”

  She clasps both my wrists. “Even if I’m willing to risk it?”

  “Amelia, you don’t really mean that.”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “You like what’s between us as much as I do. It makes you feel alive and excited.”

  “Yes,” she whispers. “I’m tired of fighting whatever this is.” She gestures between us and then rests her forehead on my chest. My hands move to her shoulders, caressing her bare skin. She raises her head and our gazes collide. I can see so much inner strength reflected in her bottomless pools of brown. “I’m tired of fighting my feelings for you, Coach, but it doesn’t matter because it’s against the rules.”

  “Zeke,” I husk. “Call me Zeke.”

  “Fine. Zeke,” she whispers.

  “Everything you said doesn’t matter. You know why?” She shakes her head. “Because rules are meant to be broken, Amelia. And I can think of a hundred different ways I want to break them with you.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Zeke

  “I’m not in a place for a relationship and we can’t risk more than a casual arrangement. If we started spending time together, or went out in public, we’d increase our chances of getting caught. I’m sure neither of us wants the complications or repercussions that could bring.”

  “What are you saying?” I question. I’m not sure where she’s going with the unexpected turn the conversation has taken.

  “I’m saying I want you and nothing is going to change the way I feel. I can remind myself you’re off limits until I’m blue in the face, but it doesn’t change a damn thing. It only makes me long for you more.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you.” She pokes me in the chest. “Let’s start with tonight and see what happens. Maybe that will be the end of it. One and done and no more curiosity.”

  I smile. “Okay, bossy. I want you to be sure. I’m going to drive us back to the house and if you change your mind on the way, all you have to do is tell me.” Taking her hand, I lead her along the sidewalk toward my truck.

  “I’m not going to change my mind, Zeke. My body is practically quaking at the thought of having you inside me.”

  “Oh fuck, Amelia. You can’t say things like that unless you want me to bend you over the bed of my truck and raise your skirt.”

  “I’m game,” she giggles as we arrive at the passenger side door.

  “How much did you have to drink?” I assist her up into the seat. Closing her inside, I hurry around to the driver’s side door and slip onto the seat.

  “Zeke,” she calls my name as I push the key into the ignition. Glancing over, I find her wearing a serious expression. “I want you to know I only had one drink when we first arrived and that was over two hours ago. I’m completely sober.” Her eyes lower shyly before raising to meet mine once more. “If I’m drunk it’s from the thought of you naked.”

  My hands grip her arms, tugging her over the console until her torso rests on the leather. “Goddamn, that mouth of yours is going to get you fucked hard.”

  “Promises. Promises,” she teases.

  I swallow her lips with a deep growl. Our tongues rub and twist together while Amelia’s hand lands on my cock. Her fingers trace out the shape of my solid length through my jeans and I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. A couple more minutes of this and I won’t last until we get back to the house.

  I lift her back over to her seat. “That’s enough for now, gorgeous. I need enough blood flowing to my brain to get us home safely.” I flash her a grin and she laughs. “Buckle up. This might be a speedy ride,” I warn, starting the truck. Winking in her direction, I shift into drive. Pulling out of the parking space on the side of the main road, I press down on the gas with a heavy foot.

  The bar we were at is exactly one mile away from Trevor’s beach house so it’s only a matter of seconds until we’re parking in the driveway. The truck’s barely off before Amelia has her door open.

  “Wait,” I caution. “I’ll help you. We don’t need a broken ankle ruining what’s about to finally happen. We’ve been waiting for ten years already, or at least it seems like it.”

  “Screw that. I’m so ready, I don’t think I would let that stop me,” she mentions. Scooping her from the seat, I shut the door with my shoulder. Stepping away from the truck, I let her teasingly slide down the front of me until we stand face to face.

  “Are you sure you want to take this step? Once we cross that line there’s no going back.”

  “I am.”

  Taking her hand, I raise it to my lips, pressing a kiss against her soft skin. “I’m going to make this a night you’ll never forget.”

  “I’m counting on it.”

  “Come on.” Still holding her hand, I lead her along beside me. “I’m staying in the guest house, so no one will disturb us.”

  “How did you manage that?”

  “Trevor knows I like quiet, so he gives me my own space when I’m here.”

  “Nice set up,” she comments when she sees the size of the cottage. “This might be more square footage than the house I grew up in.”

  “I know, me too. We had a modest colonial, all the room we needed, but certainly nothing to brag about,” I explain.

  “Yeah, we had a modified cape. It wasn’t large, but we had enough space for all of us.”

  Unlocking the door, I push it open and draw Amelia inside. “I have a great idea. Come on.” I escort her through the main living area that flows into the kitchen. Opening the slider leading out to the back deck, I motion for her to precede me through the door. Her high heels repeatedly tap on the wooden surface as she teeters across the decking. Taking her arm, I assist her down the stairs and onto the winding slate path.

  “Where are we going?” she inquires, flicking a quick glance my way. “You’re not a serial killer are you?”

  “If I was would I tell you?”

  “Maybe. You might get off on worrying me.”

  “That’s not what’s gonna get me off.”

  She snorts. “Where did you say you were taking me?”

  “This path leads to the pool.”

  “Are we going swimming?”

  “That’s the plan. How do you feel about getting wet?”

  “You mean wetter, don’t you?”

  “Fuck, Amelia. Where did you get that mouth from? I want to do dirty things to it.”

  “Mmm, and I want you to.”

  “Baby, that I can guarantee.” We come to a white, chest high fence. Amelia reaches for the handle and tries to open the gate, but it won’t budge.

  “It’s locked.” She frowns.

  I reach over the top and tug on the rope that’s tied to the lock mechanism. The gate swings open revealing a large swimming pool. I usher Amelia inside and close the gate behind us. She takes it all in silently with her eyes open as wide as possible. The organic shape of the pool is surrounded by flowering shrubs and large planters of brightly colored flowers. There are two waterfall features, one at either end. The water glows from the lights lining the inner perimeter, tempting me to dive in.

  “It’s beautif
ul. If I had this pool I’d never want to leave.”

  I edge closer, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I know. It’s incredible back here, hidden away and completely private. How do you feel about skinny dipping?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never had a chance to try it.”

  “Until now,” I add.

  “Yes, until now.” She smiles, mischievously. “Start stripping, Coach.”

  I step in front of her. “First one in the pool gets to come first.”

  “You’re on,” she shrieks, laughing as she leans down to undo the clasps on her high heels.

  By the time she straightens up, I’m naked except for my boxer briefs. Amelia’s eyes drink in the sight of my body from the top of my head all the way down to my feet. The heat of her gaze is like a warm caress flowing over my skin. Her tongue peeks out between her lips like I’m an ice cream cone she’s thinking of licking. At least I hope that’s what she’s thinking. Stepping to the edge of the pool, I push the boxers down my hips until they fall to my ankles and kick them to the side.

  “Nice ass, Coach,” Amelia calls out.

  Peering over my shoulder, I smirk. “Glad you like it.” Turning around to face her, I study each inch of skin as it’s revealed like a gift. “You’re fucking beautiful.” She’s wearing a tiny pair of green panties. “Did you know green is my favorite color?”

  Her gaze lands on my cock. “No. Is it really?” her question comes out as a croak.

  “It is now,” I answer truthfully. My chest feels heavy and my stomach feels unsettled from the sheer perfection of Amelia. Being inside her might destroy me.

  She sways toward me, a sexy little pout playing on her lips and stops with only a few inches separating us. Wiggling her hips from side to side she pushes her panties down her long legs until she steps out of them.

  Taking hold of her hand, I lead her to the edge of the pool. “We’re jumping together.”

  “Does that mean we’ll come together?”

  “Damn right it does.” She smiles at me. “One...two...three,” I count. We push off the edge of the pool, soaring through the air. Landing with a loud splash, we quickly sink below the illuminated surface of the water. Amelia tugs her hand free, swimming away. I grab her foot and she twists around to face me. Her eyes are alight with humor and air bubbles trickle from her nose and mouth as she laughs. Her long, brown hair billows around her head. Thick, dark eyelashes frame her doe like eyes. Painful pressure fills my chest, overwhelming me. And it’s not from holding my breath too long.

  She’s a mythical being, a mermaid come to life… and tonight she’s mine.

  Tugging on her foot, I draw her to me. My arms engulf her small frame and her legs wrap around me eliminating any distance between us. Our chests touch and the sharp points of her tits press into me. Her pussy cradles my cock, driving me insane.

  Kicking forcefully, I propel us upward. Breaking the surface, we both inhale deeply and take in long overdue breaths before I seal my mouth over hers. Our tongues eagerly meet and her hips rock forward eliciting a raspy growl from me.

  Guiding us to the shallow end while we remain connected is no easy feat. Once my toes touch the bottom, I move until her back rests against the side of the pool. My hands slip down to cup her bare ass, fingers digging into the heart shaped curves.

  Her nails dig into the top of my shoulders and her heels press into my ass while she grinds her pussy against my cock. With each roll of her hips she comes perilously close to taking me inside her.

  Dragging my lips from hers, I lay kisses along her jaw and down the elegant length of her neck. Skating my lips over the tops of her tits, I continue onward sucking a nipple between my lips. She hums with pleasure as my tongue circles and flicks a taut peak. “Fuck you’re sweet. I can’t wait to taste your cunt.”

  “Oh God, I hate that word.”

  Chuckling against her skin, I murmur, “I’m gonna make you love it.”

  “Impossible.” She arches her neck, leaning her head back on the edge of the pool.

  “Before I’m done with you, you’ll be begging me to lick your cunt.” I suck her other nipple between my lips, pulsing my tongue over the peaked crest.

  “I don’t know about that,” she moans. Nibbling my way down her stomach, I press biting kisses on her slick skin, slurping up the water droplets along with her own vanilla sweetness. Her fingers clutch my head, urging me on as I move closer to her pussy.

  “Hang on, baby,” I warn, before raising her hips above the water and spreading her legs wide. “I need to see if you’re as pink and perfect as I’ve imagined,”

  Her eyes pop wide open. “Zeke,” she whispers harshly, clutching onto the outer edge of the pool.

  “What?” I question innocently. “Does it shock you that I’ve thought about what your pussy looks like?”

  “Oh my God, Zeke,” she groans, lifting her hips, lost in her desire. Bending down, I sling her legs over my shoulders freeing my hands.

  “Do you want to hear how I’ve jerked off thinking about you?”

  “No,” she lies to my face.

  “Are you sure?” Smirking, I run my fingers lightly over her slit.

  She moans, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  I slowly circle her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Do you want my mouth on you, Amelia?”

  “Hmm,” she hums.

  “Do you want me to suck your clit between my lips and tease it with my tongue?”

  “Yes.”

  My fingers slide back to trace over her opening. “Do you want my fingers fucking you at the same time my mouth is on you?”

  “Oh, God… yes… please.” She bucks her hips toward my hovering mouth.

  “Ask me.”

  “Please,” she begs.

  “Tell me to eat your cunt, Amelia.” She shakes her head. “Do it, baby. I’ll make you come so hard.” I blow on her smooth pink folds.

  “Stop… teasing me.”

  “I like teasing you. Seeing you wiggle those sexy hips because you want my tongue and my cock is fucking hot.” My nose nudges her clit, brushing over the swollen flesh. “I can’t wait to find out if you taste like I’ve imagined. Sweet and salty with a hint of spice. Just like your personality.”

  “Zeke,” she moans.

  “Tell me, baby. Come on.”

  “I want your mouth.”

  “Where do you want it?”

  “On my…” She stops. My nose swipes over the pink nub. “C...unt,” she stutters.

  “What was that?”

  “Put your mouth on my cunt, now,” she yells.

  I flash her a grin and sweep my tongue between her lips, the tip delving inside her entrance for a taste of her sweet juices. “Damn, you taste better than I imagined. Sweet, spicy, and fucking delicious.” Running my tongue up to her clit, I suck it between my lips and slide two fingers into her pussy. Hooking and pulsing them while my mouth echoes the same motion on the bundle of nerves has her frantically pleading, “Yes… don’t stop.” I have no intention of stopping until she explodes on my tongue. “So... close.” Rocking against my hand and tongue, her breaths quicken as she gets closer to unraveling. Her exhales punctuate the silence with short puffs of air expelling from her lips.

  I want to make her come harder than anyone ever has, make her forget any ex-lovers, and fill her mind and heart with only me. I already know one night will never be enough to satisfy my craving for her. I don’t know if it’s possible to ever get enough of this… of her. We’re already so much more than friends satisfying a sexual craving. She’s barreled past my harsh, standoffish exterior and wormed her way into my reluctant heart, burrowing deeper and deeper until I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to live without her.

  “Oh… Zeke,” she moans as her legs begin to tremble. Lightly raking her clit between my teeth sends her over the edge. Her hips jerk and I clamp down on them with an iron grip, holding her still for my mouth to draw out her orgasm. Face buried in her pussy, I lick up all traces of her re
lease.

  Legs lowering to clench around my waist, she raises her torso to wrap her arms around my neck. Her lips land on the curve of my shoulder pressing hot, wet kisses to my skin and a tremor runs down my spine. “That was amazing,” she whispers in my ear. “Now it’s your turn.” Her hand snakes between us and closes around my rigid shaft.

  “Fuck.” My head drops back as I let her caress my cock.

  “I want you in my mouth. Go sit on the stairs,” she directs me.

  “Goddamn, Amelia. I’m not going to make you ask twice.” Carrying her along with me, I set her down on her feet once we reach the stairs that lead down into the pool.

  “Sit on the top step.” She points. I like this demanding side of her. I usually prefer to lead, but fuck if it isn’t a turn on that she wants to have her way with me. I don’t mind stepping back and letting her take what she wants.

  Doing as she wishes, I sink down on the edge of the pool, spreading my legs wide for her to slip between them. My eyes lock on her as she lowers to her knees. I’ve never seen anything as erotic as the sight of her kneeling before me. Anticipation races through my veins like a rapid current flowing through a narrow sea channel.

  She grips my cock firmly, rubbing the tip back and forth over the seam of her mouth and my breath stutters. She smiles at the effect she has on me. Does it make her feel powerful?

  Her lips trace from the bottom to the tip, sliding upward in long, wet kisses until her mouth engulfs my cock. She takes me in all the way to the back of her throat and a guttural groan escapes my lips. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Amelia

  I am? A sense of pride washes over me. He can’t tell this is the first time I’ve ever given a blow job? I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone else. I slide up and down the length of his cock, sucking like he’s the best thing I’ve had in my mouth. His hands grip my head, guiding me, and it’s exciting. I like when he’s forceful and commanding, but I also like how he’s not ashamed to let me lead when I want to. Zeke’s someone who’d be a good partner in every way. He’s solid and not just physically. He’s dependable, protective, and caring. And I already know that one night with him isn’t going to be enough. I need more… much more.

 

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