She turns to me. “You knew what he was doing, didn’t you?”
I scratch the back of my head and approach her, drop to my haunches and grab her ankle. “Kind of. But stretching will help recovery. Lay down.”
She purses her lips, looking like she wants to repeat the tirade of insults she just hauled at Fiz, but she lies back. I push her ankle towards her head, and she gasps as her hamstrings pull taut.
“Caden’s wounded,” I say quietly, “you just have to use that head of yours, like I said. I’m not giving you any tips, but it’s not hard to pick up what I’m putting down.”
“You’re helping me now after you just watched me do something that you knew would wreck my already-slim chances tomorrow.”
I chew on the inside of my lip, swap ankles and press her other leg toward her. “I’ve always helped you, and I always will. I don’t want you to leave, El, you should know this.”
She averts her eyes. “No, I don’t.”
An urge swells within me. One that’s been growing every single fucking day she’s been in this house. One I got so close to giving in to at my mum’s. Remembering that moment, what I wanted to do to her, I get hold of her other ankle, getting onto my knees, and bring it up to her head too, my body arcing over hers, spreading her legs slightly so I can see her face between them. She gasps at the stretch. This is certainly not a professional position, certainly not one a personal trainer could do to their client and not have an assault complaint filed against them. Not when my cock is a mere inch from pressing against her ass as I hold her legs by her head.
Her eyes are wide, lips slightly parted as she stares at me above her.
“I do want you to stay, El.”
“Doesn’t feel like it,” she mutters, eyes glued to mine.
“Well, I’m telling you it is so.”
Her throat bobs in a swallow, her hands stay sprawled to the sides as I hold her in this submissive position. One I’d really,reallylike to fuck her in.
Goddammit.
Against my better judgement, snapping the single last shred of restraint I have, my hips push forward that one last inch and press against her, the width of my rock-hard cock fitting perfectly in the wedge between her extended legs. She gasps, hands flying to my thighs and digging in.
How I’d love to rip these clothes off her and bury my cock inside her. How I’d love to show her just how much I fucking want her.
I can feel her heat smothering my dick as it nestles against her pussy, making it ache and my stomach tense with need. How I’d love to do so many filthy, forbidden things to this body.
“Alfie,” she breathes.
Then everything snaps back into place.
I drop her legs and fly away from her, shame heating its way up my neck.
God-fucking-dammit.
“Sorry, I – I lost myself there,” I mutter, scrambling to my feet. “You should go shower.” I hurry out of the gym like it’s on fire.
I hit the side of my head as I scurry down the hallway. How the fuck can I get that carried away? Just a few seconds is all it takes for me to lose myself in that girl.
I shake my head. No more. No fucking more. It’s not right, and it’s a recipe for disaster. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea if she leaves. But Fiz has just made sure that her odds have gone from slim to none. That girl will be so sore tomorrow, Caden will have no problem catching her. Then all our problems will properly begin.
CHAPTER 38
CADEN
These past few days have been a living hell. And that’s without the hole in my stomach. I’ve spent every waking moment reliving Elodie riding my cock. It wasn’t even inside her and it felt like fucking heaven. I really need to empty this tank before it overflows and cum starts leaking out my fucking ears. It hasn’t helped that I’ve watched her on the cameras every chance I’ve had. She does nothing but read that book or stare up at the ceiling. She’s worked out a little in the bedroom. She’s trying to do a full push-up, but she gets about a quarter of the way down and crumbles every time.
I’ve found it amusing when she goes in to use the bathroom and flips me the middle finger before using the toilet. As if she knows I’m there watching. I hope I’m stained in her mind like she is in mine. I hope I’m just as much of a disease to her as she is to me.
Doc advised against The Hunt, obviously, but I’m not taking any notice,obviously.
I’m ready for this. I’ve got as much rest as possible; Alfie and Fiz kept me filled up on food and painkillers. Now I need to burn this aggression off.
