“I don’t know, but I think it’ll be fun to watch whatever happens with them.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see my coach stalk onto the stage, holding a leash with an absolutely massive puppyattached, clearly angry he is forced to participate. “Speaking of bets, my coach is up next, because he lost a bet to Jax’s coach.”
“Up next, we have Colorado Coyotes head coach, Silas Youngstown! At a whopping six - five, Coach Youngstown is starting his second season with the Coyotes. He’s still got a lot of years left, at only forty-eight years old. He’s accompanied by Winston Furchill, a six-month old mastiff and Labrador mix. You’ll definitely need a large yard to train this one … and the puppy, too. Coach, you want to strut your stuff?”
“No.”
“Alright then,” Chelsea says nonchalantly. “He’s a growly one, ladies. It says here that, in his spare time, Coach likes long walks on the beach, braiding a woman’s hair, and writing a sonnet or two.”
“The fuck I do!” Coach yells, turning to where I stand with Audrey. She’s standing with her back resting against me, and I’ve got my arms wrapped around her with my chin resting on top of her head. “Guess you’re wanting a lot of footwork drills this week. That about right, asshole?”
I attempt to hide my smile against Audrey’s hair, but I see Coach’s eyes narrow. “Totally worth it!”
“Okay. Let’s start the bidding at five hundred dollars.”
Coach rubs the bridge of his nose with one hand as bids come in. A group of women outbid each other until the bids stop at fifteen thousand dollars. Coach’s face rivals a tomato, until one voice clearly rises above the rest.
“One hundred thousand dollars.” I watch as a pretty, young thing walks toward the stage. Not rail-thin, but not plus size either, with light brown hair and blue eyes, she strides toward Coach with confidence. She can’t be more than thirty, and Coach’s mouth drops open. She peers up at Coach with a smile. “Surprised to see me, Silas?”
He only nods, his mouth open in shock. Their gazes don’t break as Chelsea announces Coach has been sold, but then I hear a voice I absolutelydorecognize shout, “Motherfucker, did you sleep with my granddaughter?”
Oh shit.
I barely getmy front door unlocked before my back is against the wall and Jamie is devouring my mouth. I feel his hard length jut against me through every layer of my dress, and I’m desperate to get it into my body somehow. Honestly, I don’t care how. Anywhere.
I only vaguely register hearing Flash’s excited barks, but Jamie breaks off the kiss. “I guess my other girl is happy to see me, too.”
He crouches in front of her kennel, carefully pulling her out, and straps her wheelchair on. He then bends down so she can give him kisses. Standing, he points to me. “You. Get that dress unbuttoned, or unzipped, or whatever needs to happen so that I don’t rip it off. I’ll take Flash out.”
I giddily pass by him, then yelp as he slaps my ass. Stunned, I turn to him. “Jamie?”
“Too much?” he asks.
“I’m not sure.”
“Something you may want to revisit?”
“Yes?”
He steps into me, wrapping his arms around my hips. “You’re allowed not to like something. Just tell me, and I won’t do it again. You never have to feel self-conscious telling me what you like or don’t like, Doc.”
“It’s just …” I trail off in hesitation, but when he gives me a patient smile, I continue. “If I liked that, it doesn’t mean I’ll like other violent things.”
Jamie shudders. “Good, because spanking is as far into the S of BDSM as I’m willing to go. And something tells me you’re not a masochist, so I doubt you’d like anything worse than spanking.”
I let out a relieved breath. “Okay, good. But can you undo the top couple of buttons before you go outside? It’s hard for me to reach them.”
I turn, pulling my hair over my shoulder. Jamie’s breathing quickens slightly as he drags a finger down my spine. “There aren’t any buttons here, minx.”
“I know.” I don’t look as I walk confidently down the hall. I hear him laugh all the way out the front door.
The day before Jamie returned from his road trip, I quietly went on a lingerie buying binge. I almost threw it all away. Almost. I chose not to, because I felt beautiful in every item. Yes, I bought them for Jamie. But I realized I wanted them for me as well. Right now, I’m thankful I didn’t toss them, as I quickly grab my favorite piece. Unzipping the dress, I step out of it, leaving it in a heap on the floor, then run into my attached bathroom. I close the door as I hear Jamie come back inside. He murmurs to Flash, then goes into the kitchen. I assume he’s getting a puzzle ready for her, which gives me extra time to put myself into this getup. The deep purple corset is a striking color against my pale skin, and fortunately the front lacing allows me to strap it on without help. I quickly put on black stockings, attaching them to the garter belt, and leave my black panties on. I’m hoping Jamieis so overcome with lust that he rips them right off. They were cheap, so I don’t care if I have to replace them.
I hear the bedroom door quietly close before Jamie speaks. “Doc? You okay?”
“I’ll be out in a sec,” I reply, checking myself out in the mirror one last time. I look damn good. There’s something so inherently feminine and powerful about wrapping myself in lingerie. I’ve never felt this good about myself, and I think it’s partially to do with the man standing on the other side of the door. But mostly, it’s me. I’m brilliant, caring, loving, and just plain amazing. I don’t care what anyone else thinks about me, other than Jamie and my close friends. This is me. If someone doesn’t like it, they can fuck right off.
Fluffing my hair one last time, I open the door with a flourish, watching as Jamie’s mouth drops open, and then he drops his tuxedo coat. “Holy fuck.”
