“Lucy Rae Owens, come out here and show me your golf swing,” he commands, his voice thick.
I stare at him in shock, my butt staying planted in my seat. “How do you know my middle name?”
He lifts his hat and runs his fingers through the longer tendrils of his hair at the top before placing it back on his head again. “It was on your resume. Now, come on.”
Even though I’m still a little stunned about how my full name sounded coming from his mouth, I follow directions. My feet hit the pavement, and I meet him where he now stands at the front of the golf cart.
He smirks and cocks his head toward the green. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Lucy Rae.”
EIGHTEEN
CAL
So Lucy wasn’t lying. I stand off to the side as I watch her swing the golf club in a third attempt at hitting the ball.
She misses…again.
A crease appears on her forehead as she looks at me. “Ugh,” she whines. “I suck at this, and it’s embarrassing.”
I uncross my arms from in front of my chest and take a step closer to her. “How about I help?” I offer.
“I don’t know if your help will do anything. I’m hopeless.” She looks over her shoulder at the line of golf carts waiting for us to finish our turn. She closes her eyes and lets out a groan. “And everyone’s watching me make a complete fool of myself.”
I close the distance between us, trying not to focus on how good she smells. I’m becoming far too fond of her sweet scent.
I’m becoming far too fond ofher.
I reach out and let my fingers trail down her back reassuringly. “All of this is for charity. No one’s judging you, I promise. Everyone in our group is my friend. They’re just here to have fun and raise money. Stop getting in your head.”
“Easy to say when you’re so good,” she protests. “You make it look so easy to hit the ball and have it go exactly whereyou want it.”
“It’s only because I’ve had decades of practice. Here, let me show you.” I step behind her and line the front of my body to her back.
She doesn’t shy away from the closeness of our bodies. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Probably bad. I can barely think straight when her ass softly brushes against my cock as she adjusts her position.
Air hisses through my teeth as she pushes her hips forward and away from me. “Sorry,” she mumbles, trying to take a step forward.
I wrap my arm around her middle and place it against her stomach. Her stomach tightens underneath my touch. “Stay still,” I demand, my throat feeling thick while uttering the word.
Before she can say anything else, I push my foot between her feet and tap her shoe with mine. “First, you need to spread your legs a little wider. They should be shoulder width apart.”
Lucy does as she’s told and inches her feet a little farther apart.
I look down, finding the distance acceptable. “Perfect,” I note. My hand slides down her stomach before landing on her hip. My other hand follows suit, both my hands resting at the narrow of her hips. “Now, your body should be perfectly aligned with your target.” I look over my shoulder to make sure she’s lined up correctly. I lean a little closer, placing my lips close to her ear. “And your target is the hole over there on the green.”
“Okay,” Lucy whispers, her body tense against mine. “Feet shoulder width apart, body lined to target…what next?”
I chuckle at her eagerness to learn. I don’t make her wait to continue the lesson, too excited to keep teaching her. “Next, we’re going to talk about the swing itself.”
My fingertips trail over her skin and down her arms. “Your arms should be nice and loose.” I nod to her left foot. “Turn your toes out here, ever so slightly toward the hole.”
She’s a good student, doing everything I tell her to.
“Now, your lead hand goes right here.” I keep my arms wrapped around her as I grip the top of the golf club. She places her right hand where I tell her.
“Good. Now, just grip it naturally. Don’t think too much about it.”
She sighs, and I can feel it from the press of my front against her back. It feels natural to teach her like this, and I don’t care to read too much into what exactly that means.