Page 90 of Undeniable

“James,” she gasped.

I licked my fingers, wrapped my arm around her, and found her clit. In tight circles, I coaxed her orgasm closer. The way her breath stuttered and her eyes closed against the sensations, I could tell she was almost there.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered and nipped her ear.

Something between a cry, a moan, and a garbled plea ripped from her throat before she was clamping around my cock and riding out her release. She backed into me, searching for even more, and there was no chance I would’ve lasted.

She throbbed around me, and I pumped into the condom. The room was spinning. I had no idea which way was up or how we’d ended up there.

I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, and she tilted her head back to rest on mine.

Both of my arms wrapped around her, and I inhaled her warm, floral scent, focusing on her steady, quick breaths.

For several long minutes, we stood there. Not caring that we were under the bleachers in a high school gym or that our friends were probably wondering where the fuck we were.

It was like, for a few brief moments, the past thirteen years hadn’t happened the way they did. That we never had to start over and instead never said goodbye.

I found myself experiencing those moments a lot, where I briefly forgot that I’d broken her heart and I’d somehow lived without her for that long. But I hadn’t really lived without her. I’d been going through the motions, hoping that the heavy emptiness in my chest would dissipate eventually.

Without her in my life, it never had. But every time she smiled or laughed or called me a dumbass, it lightened. Every time I held her in my arms, and she clung to me like she didn’t want to let me go, it eased. And without her back in my life, that emptiness never would’ve gone away at all.

“We should probably go,” Ivy sighed and kissed my neck before she turned.

Reluctantly, I let her go, righted my clothes, and deposited the condom in a trash can right outside of the bleachers.

“They’re going to know what we were doing. I told Amanda we’d be there twenty minutes ago,” she said and shook her head. I grabbed her bag where she’d tossed it on the ground and wrapped my other arm around her.

As she smiled into my shoulder, I led us out into the gym. “They’re absolutely going to know, so we should probably just tell them that we were fuck—”

“Fucking, huh?” a voice from my right interrupted.

So wrapped up in each other, neither of us had noticed the man pushing two trash cans only halfway across the gym. He was holding a broom tightly under his arm and tilted his head slightly to appraise us and our disheveled appearance.

There was no hiding what we were doing. We looked like we’d just had sex, even if I hadn’t announced it to what I thought was an empty room.

Ivy tensed beside me, then went utterly still. I tightened my arm around her.

“Oh, uh, hi, Mr. Mullins. We were just—”

“Fucking?” the older man supplied, and Ivy cringed.

The blush along her cheeks deepened, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be embarrassed when I’d been caught after the act with a woman that looked like her. Fuck, anyone would’ve been proud.

Mr. Mullins chuckled, then winked. “Your secret’s safe with me, Coach Sharpe. Let’s just get our girls to playoffs this year. How about that?”

Ivy only swallowed and nodded, trying to pull her dress down even more.

“Sure, I can do that.”

The man—Mr. Mullins—inclined his head toward us and disappeared into the back hallway. Even through the whole interaction, Ivy stayed at my side, never once trying to shake off my arm around her or pull away.

The back door clicked closed and Ivy didn’t look at me as she laced her fingers through mine and pulled me in the direction of the parking lot.

“Oh my gosh. We have to get out of herenow!”

She tugged me along a lot quicker than I thought she could in her heels. I got an amazing view of her shapely ass from that angle, and she didn’t heed my pleas to slow the hell down.

I fumbled with the keys from my pocket and manually unlocked the truck. She hopped into the passenger seat and by the time I slid into the driver’s side, she was already buckled and staring blankly out the windshield.

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