"I understand wanting to push for more." He goes quiet but it feels like there’s more on the tip of his tongue.
I’d bet everything I have there’s whole worlds to be found on the tip of his tongue.
I swallow hard, and press my thighs together hoping to send my body the message about keeping things PG tonight.
"Umm, goodnight Miguel." I say quietly after clearing my throat. "And, thanks."
"You're welcome. Goodnight Laney."
His deep voice acts like instant melatonin and a large yawn consumes me. I curl up into the pillow and close my eyes.
I dream of winning the race and Miguel being there to hug me, a TitaniumPerson, at the line.
Chapter six
Miguel
There's a joke to be made about finishing in a sock.
Myalarmsoundsandfor the first time in thirteen years I don't immediately get out of bed.
Why?
The tiny, fireball blonde in my arms.
Even as she whines in her sleep for the alarm to stop I can't move.
If I do, she'll feel the evidence of her effect on me.
This is the stiffest morning wood I’ve woken up with since I was a teenager.
In the middle of the night Laney curled into my side. My arms were open to her and she took the invitation. The blissful memory exists in the form of a hazy-at-the-edges reality meets dream.
"Make it stop." Laney says more clearly as she rolls away to her stomach and covers her head with a pillow.
Free of her touch, I stand and keep my body angled away from her as I silence the alarm on the desk.
"Why are you up already?" Laney asks, her voice heavy with sleep.
"I always get up at 4:04 on race day." As the words leave my lips, I begrudgely notice it is now 4:07 and there's a slight zing of panic in my chest. No one on the planet would consider me late or irresponsible for being three minutes behind schedule but I run on strict discipline. I can't let myself slip because I'm compelled to care for this woman.
It doesn’t help to wonder why she doesn’t have anyone here to care for her.
I was walking back from dinner with a few guys I’ve gotten to know over the years of racing together. We take turns organizing it and getting the reservation.
Movement in the car caught my eye. Initially, my plan was just to walk by and make sure everything was okay but when I looked in the far side window and saw Laney's face, I cursed the circumstances that meant she was sleeping in a car.
And didn’t think twice about knocking on her window.
She's an incredible athlete. A beautiful woman. And she deserves better.
Bettermight not be me, but a bed is better than the backseat of a car.
"4:04 huh? Any particular reason?" She asks as she punches the pillow to fluff it up again.
Yes, but I'm not about to explain my entire addiction history to her this morning. "Habit." Is what I settle on as I walk to the bathroom. I take a cold shower on race mornings to wake up my body in the absence of a cold plunge tub. And this morning I need it to cool the lust beating a path through my body to my cock. I have no idea what Laney's pre-race routine entails. As I turn on the water a depraved part of my brain envisions us starting each race with a shower fuck. Something fast, hard, rough; sex that gets our blood pumping.
Ten seconds under the cold stream and my erection is as stiff as ever. I won't be able to run with a boner. I think I have to take care of this.
