But the Ty that was slamming his helmet and threatening the female referee that was on the sidelines was making me feel things that were hard to control. I was both turned on and jealous. I wanted to lose control like that, just once. I wanted to slam things and feel passionate enough to yell and scream.
I slid my fingers between my legs and rubbed, just enough to release the tension building down there. I chalked up the feeling to the stress and not being with anyone in over a year. I told myself that it wasn’t really Ty, just the fact that he was the first man I had spent any time with in a while and I needed to ease a natural ache.
I thought I would stop once I took the pressure off, that it would slow and I could finish my day. I needed to hit the gym after all and I was just about to get up when they showed Ty one more time.
Up close.
His tongue was running over his top lip as he was escorted to the tunnel that led to the locker room. He was covered in sweat and dirt, the black under his eyes was smudged. He hadn't shaved and had more scruff on his face than normal.
He looked like a villain. A menace.
Trouble.
And just as he made it to the entrance to the tunnel, he leaped—toes pointed and back leg straight. Just like I had taught him, he took that leap and I felt something else.
Something deeper.
I slipped my hands under my waistband and felt the rush of wetness before using it to bring myself to an orgasm. It didn't take much because I was spun so tight and once I let it go, I screamed, just like I had wished I could moments before.
Just like Ty.
Because of Ty.