I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. She was already wet, already swollen, her breath hitching as I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hand stilled on my cock, her body arching into my touch.
"Calder—" Her voice was a whimper, her nails digging into my shoulder.
I didn't let up. Kept rubbing, my fingers slick with her arousal, my cock throbbing in her grip. She was trembling, her body tightening, her breath coming in sharp little gasps.
"Come for me," I growled against her ear, my teeth grazing her earlobe.
She did. Her body jerked, her pussy clenching around nothing, her orgasm ripping through her. I kept rubbing, drawing it out, her cries echoing off the tile. Her hand spasmed around my cock, her strokes growing erratic as she rode out the waves.
I didn't give her time to recover. I turned her, pressing her against the wet tile, my cock sliding between her thighs. She was still trembling, her body sensitive, her breath ragged.
"Again," I demanded, my voice rough.
She didn't argue. Just spread her legs wider, tilting her hips back, giving me access. I slid inside her in one smooth thrust, her tight heat gripping me, making me groan. She gasped, her hands splaying against the tile, her body adjusting to the stretch.
I didn't go slow. Couldn't. Not with the way she felt, not with the way her pussy clenched around me, still fluttering from her first orgasm. I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping against her ass, the water streaming down our bodies, slick and hot.
Her moans filled the shower, her body rocking back into mine with every thrust. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit again, rubbing in tight little circles. She cried out, her body tightening, her second orgasm hitting her hard.
"Fuck, Calder—" Her voice broke, her pussy clenching around me, milking me.
I groaned, my own release barreling toward me. I buried my face in her neck, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I came, my cock pulsing deep inside her. She whimpered, her body still trembling, her breath coming in sharp little gasps.
I stayed buried inside her, my arms wrapped around her, my mouth pressing kisses to her shoulder, her neck, the shell of her ear. The water streamed down our bodies, warm and endless.
She turned her head, capturing my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. I kissed her back, my hands sliding up to cup her tits, my thumbs brushing over her nipples. She shivered, her body still sensitive, still responding to my touch.
I didn't let her go. Not yet. I turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her before pulling her out of the shower. She didn't protest. Just let me dry her off, her eyes locked on mine.
The towel was rough against her skin as I dragged it down her back, my knuckles brushing the curve of her spine. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the way my fingers lingered at the dip of her waist. I could see the goosebumps rise,could feel the way her breath hitched when I leaned in, pressing my lips to the damp skin of her shoulder.
"At your game tonight," I murmured against her, my voice low. "Two assists minimum, or there will be consequences."
She arched a brow, turning to face me, her hands already reaching for her sports bra. "Oh yeah? And how do you intend to punish me?"
I grinned, slow and deliberate, letting my gaze rake over her. "Wouldn’t you like to know."
She smirked, pulling the bra on, then her jersey, the fabric clinging to her skin. I didn’t look away. Couldn’t. Not when she looked at me like that—like she was already planning on breaking every rule just to see what I’d do about it.
I stepped in close, my hand finding the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss. Hot. Brief. Her lips parted under mine, her tongue sweeping against my bottom lip before she pulled back, her eyes dark with promise.
"See you tonight, Coach," she murmured, her voice all smoke and challenge.
I grabbed her bag, slinging it over my shoulder like it was nothing. Like we’d done this a hundred times before. Like she belonged here, in my space, in my arms, in my fucking life.
We walked out together, the morning light hitting us like a spotlight. I didn’t let go of her hand until we hit the parking lot, where the team van was already idling, the girls chattering inside. She hesitated for half a second, then turned to me, her expression unreadable.
"You really want me here?" she asked, her voice quiet but steady. "In your space. In your mess."
I didn’t hesitate. "It’s not my mess anymore." My voice came out rough, but certain. "It’s ours."
She studied me for a long second—like she was trying to decide if I meant it, if I was just another storm she’d have toweather. Then she nodded, slow and sure, and stepped into me. Her kiss was quick, but it lingered in the way her fingers curled into the front of my shirt for just a heartbeat before she let go.
She walked backward a few steps, her smirk returning. "Don’t forget—two assists, or what? Consequences?"
I leaned against the truck, arms crossed, watching her. "Or rewards. Depends on how you look at it."
She laughed, shaking her head, and turned toward the van. I stayed where I was, the cold air biting at my skin, my eyes on her until the van disappeared around the corner.
