Page 15 of In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In 1)

She squirmed a bit in her chair, not a lot but enough. She liked how it felt. I looked up, giving her a low smile. “That feel good?”

“Mmmm.” The soft moan from her slightly parted lips, that was all the encouragement I needed. I took her other leg in my hands and started massaging it as well. We had the pool to ourselves. I’d do my best to keep things PG, at least to any passing eyes that happened to catch a glimpse. But as for her personal experience? I wanted that to be as X-rated as possible.

“You don’t have to do this,” she protested. But she didn’t draw her legs away.

“Let me,” I coaxed her, my hands kneading, caressing, stroking. “You spend all your time making other people feel good. Who does that for you?”

She didn’t have an answer. I could answer for her. I was going to make her feel good, so good she would have a hard time remembering her own name. I couldn’t wait to see her engulfed by an orgasm, clutching and quivering, flushed and calling out. Maybe not right there full-on poolside, but I could give her a good preview of coming attractions.

“That’s, wow,” she murmured in appreciation as I stroked. “But I’m not…” She trailed off, losing her speech to a wave of pleasure. I liked the look on her. I planned to see it often. After regaining her train of thought, she protested again, “I’m not the one about to compete in the Olympics.”

“Relax, Emma, this feels good to me, too. And I’m not going to see you for the next three days. I’m going to miss you.”

She paused. “I’m going to miss you too,” she admitted, quietly. “But maybe the time apart will be good?”

“Good?” What was good about not seeing each other? Nothing I could think of.

“It’ll give us a few days to get our heads screwed on straight,” she continued. “This is…you know this isn’t a good idea.”

“Here, let me get your shoulders and back.” I stood and moved over to her chair. We needed more touching and less worrying. She sat up, looking surprised, and I climbed right in behind her, my thighs straddling her on either side. Before she could express any more reservations, I started in on her shoulders, rubbing and kneading where I knew she felt tense. There, now I knew that had to feel good.

“Oh,” she exhaled, tension flowing out of her as I pressed and massaged. She had her hair up in a ponytail, leaving her neck exposed for my fingers to explore and rub, soothing and stroking.

“You’re tense,” I murmured. “You need to relax.” I remembered how close she’d come last night, how worked up I’d gotten her. Pressing in toward the center of her upper back, I drew back her shoulders.

“That feels so good,” she groaned.

Nuzzling down toward her ear, I couldn’t resist giving it a light lick. She shivered at my touch. “It’ll always be intense between us, Emma. That’s how it is. It’s not going to cool off over the weekend.”

She shivered again as I worked my hands down her back, stroking, massaging. Then I drew her against my chest as I cupped her shoulders. Leaning down to kiss her neck, I had a perfect view of her breasts in that small bikini top. Her nipples stood out in two firm peaks of arousal, begging for my touch.

“You have the most incredible breasts,” I whispered in her ear, my hand moving up to stroke her neck. “I can’t wait to suck on them again.”

I could feel the intake of her breath, feel her still against me as she responded to my naughty words. She gripped the arm of the chair, and dropped her other hand to my thigh, spreading her fingers along it. Working my hand down along her side, I caressed her hip, then drew her back against me. Pressing her directly against my erection, full and hard up against her plush, round, perfect ass. She gasped, tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“Do you feel how hard I am?” I growled into her, securing her against me.

“Yes,” she sighed and God helped me, she wiggled her ass against my cock. I closed my eyes, my fingers joining hers as I gripped the arm of the lounger. White, blinding need nearly consumed me. I needed to bury myself in her, deep.

She whispered, shy, sounding awed, “You feel so big.”

That made me even bigger. With the hand on her hip, I pushed her back against me again, rocking her against my hardness. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

She groaned, as if picturing the same thing. I knew we were in public, sitting out at a hotel pool, but her nipples were nearly driving me insane. Insistent, erect, pushing against the triangles of her bikini top, she looked so erotic. She was desperate for me to touch her, palm her, cup and maybe pinch her tips. I’d love to feel her squirm against me, the little sounds she’d make. I couldn’t undress her, not right there, so I’d just have to see how far I could go.

Pushing against her again, pulling her ass back against me, I slid my other hand along her thigh, rubbing it, stroking, gently grazing my fingers along her skin. I stopped short of touching her pussy like I wanted to, but I came near. Near enough to make her think about how good it would feel.

“I loved feeling how slick you were for me last night,” I murmured, rough and low.

“Mmm.” A whisper of a moan came from her lips and she swallowed. Watching her get turned on stoked my fire even more.

“But there was one problem.” I drifted my hand along her stomach, teasing, up underneath her breast, tormenting her. She wriggled her ass back against my cock, pressing her thighs together like she needed some more pressure, more friction. “I didn’t get to make you come last night.”

In a soft voice she answered, “Yes, you did.”

My hands stilled. What did she say? “How’s that?”

“When I got home,” she continued breathlessly. “I thought about what you did.”

So turned on I couldn’t even move, I asked, “Did you touch yourself?”

“Yes,” she confessed, quiet, just for me.

“Were you thinking about me?”

“Yes.”

I slid my hand up her thigh again, tracing the edge of her bikini bottom, pushing my cock into her ass as I asked, “Did you come hard, baby?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Are you wet right now?” I asked, looking down at her, still all covered up.

“I’m so wet, Chase.”

And then a group of women emerged from a far door exiting the hotel, their voices and laughter announcing their arrival. Glancing up, I recognized one or two of them as people working with our team. It looked like they were headed for the pool. Fuck.

With a frustrated growl, I removed my hands from Emma. The whimper she made nearly pushed me over the edge. I knew how frustrated she felt. All the cold showers in the world wouldn’t cool this off.

“This is not over,” I warned her. Or assured her, I didn’t know how she’d take it. The storm I was bringing was of frightening proportions, so out-of-control it kept getting unleashed in the wrong places, like a storage closet a few feet away from everyone we knew. Or a hotel pool. Next time I’d have to make sure we were in a goddamned hotel room.

Grabbing a folded white hotel towel from a low table next to us, I stood up and wrapped it around my waist. I made a quick exit out the far side, cursing the whole way under my breath.

Coach drilled us through a killer workout, the last one before we officially started tapering, resting up for the games. And that transitioned right into an endlessly long team dinner. Everyone and their cousin wanted to toast, wish us well, talk about how hard we’d worked and how it was all going to pay off.

We were just heading out for the weekend, people. We’d all reconvene next week in Georgia. Could we save the sentimentality until after we’d actually won some medals? It seemed I was the only one i

n that mood, though. Everyone else let the good feelings flow as I checked the time on my phone.

I called Emma as soon as I got out. She didn’t answer. We were all set to fly out tomorrow morning. She’d said maybe it would be good to get a few days away from me. Damn it.

I headed to my hotel room, telling myself to switch on autopilot. I knew how to do it. Swim, stretch, swim, strength, sleep, punctuated by constant fueling all the time. Emma had me so revved up, so raring to go, but maybe I had to channel all that energy into the water. I sure had the right opportunity, waiting only days away.

I stretched, ate, watched TV, then headed to bed, but I didn’t even make it through the night. I didn’t have nightmares too frequently any more, but some nights when I had an over-active mind it still happened. In my dreams, I was back in the water. Black, sightless, cold in my lungs as I sucked the water down, I re-lived the accident, pulled down into a freezing, lifeless, helpless grave where I couldn’t move, couldn’t scream—

Until I woke myself up, sweaty, tangled in the sheets, heart racing. I knew what had happened right away. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a nightmare about drowning. But it still took a few minutes to get my bearings. Feet on the floor, that helped. Head between my knees, I focused on slowing down my breathing.

Who knew that 12 years after the accident I’d still have night terrors? It didn’t make sense to me, but it happened. Not nearly as often, but it still did. PTSD, some therapist had told me. After a traumatic event, the body and mind sometimes processed it by re-living the experience. When did that fun finally stop for good?

After a few minutes and a large glass of water, I felt better, but wide awake. Sleep wasn’t happening. It was 2 a.m., but I decided to head to the pool. Heading into the water to calm myself after a nightmare about drowning? Yeah, I knew it didn’t make sense. But it worked for me. The water was my home, where I felt most centered and at peace. The water was where I could get myself into a rhythm, slow my mind and get into harmony and sync again.

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