Then, as if he didn’t just render me speechless, he grabs Tanner’s hand and drags him back into their room. I presume it’s to get ready, but after that look? Sure seems like they may sneak in another round.
My cock stirs as I imagine them together. Well, that’s fucking new.
14
RAVEN
“What happened next?” Sadie asks with an eager edge. She’s sitting on her bed in the apartment back home that we share. I’ve got my phone propped up on the bathroom counter while I do my make-up.
“Well, when I got out of the bath, he’d ordered room-service.”
“What’d he get?” Of course, Sadie would ask that. When she’s not riding horses, she’s cooking.
“Barbecue chicken nachos with all the toppings.”
“Did he know how much you love them?”
“No. I think it was a lucky guess. Or maybe they’re just his favorite too, because he definitely ate his fair share once I said I’d had enough.” I’ll give the man credit, he didn’t take a single bite until I had loaded up my plate twice. If Coach saw me indulge like that, I’d get assigned extra cardio for sure. Good thing she won’t ever know.
“Okay, what else did you do with the sexy security guard?” Sadie is nearly vibrating with anticipation.Something tells me she’s going to be disappointed in my recap of the experience.
“We watched a movie, I took a nap while he read on his phone, and then we came back to the village.”
“You didn’t even spend the night?!”
“Um… Coach would have been worried.” And pissed.
“Who the fuck cares!” She throws her hands up in frustration.
“I do,” I whisper. We’ve had this fight before. Sadie rarely listens to her trainers even though her new one is supposed to be the best of the best. She’s got fire in her and hates to back down from a fight. I’d rather avoid confrontation altogether. We balance each other out, but it means she doesn’t understand that it isn’t just that I don’twantto push back, I can’t. It’s like my brain and body just say, nope, not worth it and freeze.
“You could have just texted her and let her know you were okay.”
“I did.” Coach laid into me over text so hard I was shaking.
I could tell Foster was pissed about it, but then he saw how much her reprimand was affecting me. He sighed, said we should go, and immediately helped gather up my things.
“Please tell me you at least kissed the man,” Sadie says. “My love life’s in shambles, and I need to live vicariously through yours.”
I shake my head, thinking about the way Foster’s fingers lingered on my neck when he helped me into my coat.
Sadie gives me a disappointed wag of her finger. “Girl, you’re at the Olympics! This might just be a once in a lifetime opportunity for you.”
“Thanks for that. I really don’t need the reminder that omegas might not be able to compete again if this little experiment doesn’t go well.”
“Sorry.” She grimaces when she realizes what she just implied. “My point is you need to have at least a little fun while you’re there.” She bounces on the bed as she repositions herself. “During the last Summer Olympics, I went to this party where everyone wore white, and people signed and drew on each other’s clothes. I got the whole USA rugby team to sign my pants and went home with two of them.” She gets a dreamy look on her face. “It’s one of my favorite memories.”
“I’m not you, Sadie.” I pause with my highlighter brush mid-air to give her a knowing look. “Besides, I need to focus. A lot is riding on this.”
Tomorrow, I’ll compete in the Women’s Single Skate Short Program, my first competition and my opportunity to prove to the world that I belong here—that omegas belong here.
“You could beriding a loton someone else.” Sadie mutters, but before I can call her out she raises her voice and continues. “I get it. I do. Just promise me once your competitions are over, you’ll let loose a little. You deserve it.”
I stare at the powder compact in my hand, unsure what to say. Luckily my best friend does not suffer from the same affliction. “You’re still going to Cortina afterwards, right? Promise you’ll go do something memorable and impulsive—something just for you. That’s all I ask. For me, okay?”
“Fine. I’ll do something fun.” It probably won’t be an Olympic party, but maybe Foster and I can sneak off again and go to a movie orsomething. That would be nice.
“You ready?” Foster’s deep voice follows a knock on the door. Speak of the devil.
