Page 39 of The Lie
“Dream on. You know I’m the prettiest, Em. You never stood a chance.” Hunter chuckles as he shoves him, and I sway.
Emerson stumbles into another player but corrects himself before pointing at me and then himself and mouthing the word, “Prettiest.”
I let out a giggle, and Hunter smacks my ass, the sound reverberating around the concrete room. No doubt everyone saw and heard what he just did.
“You like that?” Hunter rumbles.
I shake my head, but it’s a lie. I liked him smacking my ass.
“Hunter, let me down, you big caveman.” I pound on his ass to drop me, then I give up as he starts walking through the room.
I let my arms swing while Hunter tells the guys I’m his girl as he passes them. They’re all telling him good job, how lucky he is to have me, and there are a few fist bumps and high fives. I just roll my eyes and grin. He finally puts me down on a chair, and I flip my hair back.
His hands rest on either side of me as he leans in, our foreheads touching. The tip of his nose brushes mine, and I see the smile in his eyes, but also heat in there too. I pull on his tee and he stumbles into me, our lips meeting as heat flares all over my body. The kiss is like fire, hot and needy, until someone calls out to “get a room” and we pull apart.
Hunter is just as affected as me. Even more so, I guess, as I look down to the bulge in his shorts. He gives me a wicked grin as he rearranges it. “Are you teasing me so I have to walk around with my cock hard?”
I tap my chin and fake innocence as I look everywhere but at Hunter. But also, maybe I’m worked up and really needed that. He tickles my neck and I giggle.
“Just so you know, you are very lucky to have me, and I’m not teasing…I wish we weren’t here. I want to put my hands down your shorts and…” I raise my brow at him and he coughs and straightens up, looks around, then dives back in to kiss me again.
“Hunter.” We both freeze and look over. It's Coach Talon, standing with his hands on his hips, and he doesn't look happy right now. “This isn't bring your girlfriend to workday. I told you to hit the weights.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. Hunter's in trouble and has a raging hard-on.
“I didn't bring her, she was already here,” Hunter says, straightening up and holding his hands in front of his junk so his coach can’t see it.
I raise my hand and the coach looks at me. “I'm here because Mrs. Hadley told me I had to come here and wash uniforms and towels and stuff. I wasn't here to visit Hunter.”
He looks to me then back to where Britney’s still standing by the door. He takes off his cap and scratches the top of his head before putting it back down and securing it in place.
“Yes, yes. She told me I would have some help this morning. I'll take you both through to the laundry room where you can get started.”
Great, can't wait to be stuck in a room that smells like sweaty balls with Britney Montlake. I slowly get to my feet and drag myself behind him, not looking forward to the rest of the morning now after the fun I just had. Hunter smacks my ass, and I jump a little and turn around and point at his shorts.
“Later,” I say as I nod at him. And he palms his cock through his shorts. I wink and head to the laundry room.
The laundry room is smaller than I imagined, and there’s not a lot to wash since the person whose job this is has already done most of it. Coach shows us the machines, and we get to work in silence.
The silence is tense…like, way too tense, and I hate it. It feels like the calm before a storm, and I’m watching my back every time Britney moves behind me.
It doesn’t take long before the bell rings and Coach Talon rolls some more laundry our way. “Looks great, girls. Just finish this up and you can report back to the office.”
I realize he’s given us damp towels from the showers. I wait for Britney to make a move and put them in the washer, but she doesn’t. She stands against the wall, playing on her phone as if the Coach didn’t just come in here.
“A little help?” I point at the towels, and she looks up at me, then to the towels.
“You heard him, finish it up.” And, with that, she dismisses me.
My hand grows into a tight fist as I try to hold back my annoyance. It’s hard, but I’m trying to not kill her.
The door opens again, and I’m about to tell the coach that she’s not helping, but I’m surprised to see it’s Jace.
“Jace,” Britney purrs.
Ugh, that’s more disgusting than these towels.
He looks toward me, and just for a moment, his eyes hold mine. His face is unreadable, but I’m not going to give him any more of my time. I turn my back on him and wheel the dirty towels over to the washer.
