Page 31 of In Too Deep

Coby chuckles, grabbing my hips and rolling on top of me. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine with passion. His tongue dances in my mouth. I take in every inch of his devotion. I run my fingers through his hair as he presses his newly formed erection into my stomach. Moaning, I grind into him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His cock moves in line with my pussy. We’re panting. His tip reaches my opening. Suddenly, we’re interrupted by a loud thud on the door.

“Breakfast is ready,” Caro calls.

I’m panting, trying to calm my racing heart and flaming libido.

“Dammit,” I murmur.

“Rain check?” he asks, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

“Definitely.”

***

We’re back at the aquatic centre, but this time as spectators. The four of us sit together in the stands, the roar of the crowd echoing around us.

Since the moment we woke up, Coby has been different—so attentive. He holds my hand, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, rubs my back in soothing circles, and presses the softest kisses to my temple.

It feels like this could lead somewhere, something real.

A small, cautious voice in my head whispershe’s almost too good to be true—but for now, I let myself believe in him.

We’ve witnessed a few finals, including that of our training partner Melissa. She’s coached under Tuck, too. She was racing against Katie and Melissa and came in third behind Katie, with another girl beating them both in the 200m fly. Meaning Melissa misses out. She’s trained hard like us, but you have to hit the wall in the right spot, or you’re out. There’s nothing in between, and it’s a hard lesson.

I could have put myself in for that race too. But I’m much better at the 100m than the 200m. I’m better at the quicker races than the longer ones, unlike Coby, who works better in endurance.

After witnessing the morning races, it’s now lunch time, and we head down to the athletes’ cafeteria to grab some food. Coby’s holding my hand as we walk in.

Katie spots us and saunters over.

For fuck’s sake!I roll my eyes before she even opens her mouth.

“Did you see the 200 fly, Lacy?” Katie asks.

I smile as Coby pulls me closer. “I did, congrats.”

“So, I’m in two fly events in Melbourne. Now that’s arealathlete,” she quips. Then she turns on her heels and walks off.

Caro grunts, picks up an apple and hurtles it toward Katie. I gasp as it smacks her right in the middle of her back. We all turn quickly away and chuckle as she moans and kicks the apple across the room.

“So mature,” Katie mutters.

We crack up.

“Caro, you child!” I berate.

“What? An apple a day will keep the bitch away, right?”

I chuckle as East high-fives her.

“Yeah, she deserved it. Arealathlete, what a crock of shit,” East scoffs.

We chuckle again and walk with our trays.

***

The guys stay at the unit rather than the caravan park. Yesterday, we witnessed our teammates race their heats. Today, we’re all a little boxed in. We’ve been at the trials for days now. Cabin fever is setting in for all of us.

“Okay, so who’s for blowing off the trials today?” Caro calls as she shovels in a mouthful of cereal.

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