The room to her door is cracked open, and I resist the urge to pushit open and watch her sleep. Instead, I head straight to my room and freeze in the doorway. There’s a single lamp lit on the nightstand, giving the room a soft glow.
My eyes go directly to the bed, and my cock twitches behind the zipper of my shorts. Jordie McNamara lies on my bed with her blonde hair fanned out around her, the covers pooled around her waist to reveal that she’s gloriously naked. I grip my burgeoning erection and stand there enjoying the view that seems to have all my travel weariness evaporating into thin air.
My. Fucking. Goddess.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The return of Coach Hale
Jordie
I’m a little disoriented when I peel open my eyelids in the dim room. My vision and my mind clear as I look around and realize I’m in Phoenix’s bedroom. The clock beside the bed tells me it’s midnight.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip when I think about what I did earlier. I’d spent every night this week in the guest room Phoenix got ready for me, so I’m not sure what possessed me to come into his room tonight. Or why I brought my finger vibe with me, climbed onto his bed, and proceeded to get myself off with my buzzy little friend.
I relax back into his lush pillow and smile at the ceiling, feeling deliciously naughty. I’d actually come twice with my ass in the air and my face in his pillow. His scent clung to the fabric, making my orgasms even more intense as I fantasized about the man taking me from behind.
Then I guess I passed out in a satisfied haze. Pushing up onto one elbow, I feel around for the tiny vibrator. The bedcovers are cool and smooth to the touch, but where the hell is my toy?
That’s when I hear it. The sound of the shower in the en suite.
What the hell? Someone is definitely in that bathroom, and Phoenix isn’t due back until tomorrow afternoon.
Panic rises in my throat, and I scramble from the bed, pulling thesheet with me. I wrap it around me and secure it at the chest before looking around for some kind of weapon. A pretty glass candleholder sits on the chest of drawers beside the bathroom door, so I creep over and grab it, testing its weight in my hand.
Yeah, that could do some damage.
The door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light onto the wood flooring. Staying in the shadows, I peep around the doorframe and expel a long breath when I realize who it is. Phoenix is facing away from me, but I’d recognize that ass and those long, toned legs anywhere.
I blindly set the candlestick back on the chest, my attention fixated on his right arm flexing and moving in a slow rhythm. He turns then, giving me a full-frontal view, which I appreciate to the depths of my lady parts.
I give him a quick once-over, relieved that his eyes are closed. Then I do a more thorough perusal. Phoenix’s cock is hard and encased in his right fist. His left hand is near his mouth, and I unwittingly step into the room, squinting against the sudden light as I try to figure out what he’s doing. That’s when I see a flash of neon pink that’s alarmingly familiar.
My small pink vibrator. Christ on a unicycle, Phoenix Hale has my fucking vibrator on his finger, and he’s sucking on it like a Ring Pop.
My eyes drop to his other hand, watching as he touches himself with long, measured strokes. I’m mesmerized by the sight. His balls hang heavy, and the head of his cock, swollen and red, appears and disappears from his fist. Saliva pools beneath my tongue, and the ache between my legs throbs an insistent beat.
I take my time dragging my gaze up his body, watching his ab muscles tighten beneath his wet skin. Rivulets of water plaster his dark hair against his chest, and I continue to let my eyes trace up his neck, which is arched back slightly.
When I reach his face, I see his eyes are open, and he’s staring directly at me. I take one step backward, realizing just how creepy I must appear, but with a shake of his head, he pins me in place. He removes the vibe from between his lips with a pop, leaving his lips glistening and swollen.
With a jerk of his chin, he urges me forward. The move is arrogant as fuck, but I like it, so I take another few steps until I’m only about a foot away from the glassed-in shower.
When he speaks, his voice rises above the pattering of water hitting the blue-tiled floor of the shower. “Drop that sheet so I don’t have to rely on my memories of your body to get myself off.”
His command is the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard, and I loosen the sheet, letting it pool to the floor around me in a copper puddle. The animalistic growl Phoenix emits has dampness immediately slicking my inner thighs, and his hand begins shuttling faster up and down his thick cock.
He tosses the small vibrator over the top of the glass wall, and I catch it because that’s what I do. “Use that on yourself, goddess,” he orders, and I slip the small ring around my index finger and press the button on the side twice, my favorite setting. It buzzes to life, and I lower my hand between my legs, findingthatspot with ease.
A whimper escapes from my lips, and I reach my free hand up to cup my breast, rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb.
“Feels good,” I pant as the vibrator pulses against my clit.
“Spread your legs a little more for me, pretty girl,” he says, his voice a deep timbre that only heightens my arousal. I do, and his smile goes feral. “That’s my girl. You are so much better than my fantasies.”
“You fantasize about me?” I ask, glancing quickly up at his face before returning my gaze to where his fist tightens around his angry erection.
“Every. Fucking. Night. Jordie. I stroke my cock and think about how it felt to be inside you.” His hand rolls over the head of his wet dick before he resumes his up and down movement. “Did you think of me while you were getting off on my bed?”
