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I can’t find him as I look around the pool house, which is barely lit. But then something brushes at my thigh, making me jump. Lips find my pussy and he’s kissing me beneath the water. I look down and there he is, looking up at me.
“Fuck,” I cry out. I go to reach for him, but he’s gone. I swim around to see if I can find him, but he’s doing a great job of hiding from me. I lean against the side of the pool and look around. “Damn, you can stay under the water for a long time.”
It’s then he pops up in front of me, causing me to let out a yip. Danny’s mouth covers me, and he grinds into me. I can feel him pushing at my entrance. I want to lift my hips so that he can enter me, but before I get the chance, he turns me so that myback is facing him. I brace myself on the pool wall as he spreads my legs.
“Are you ready for me? It’s time to pamper you,” he grits into my ear.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
In one swift motion, he enters me. I cry out in the quiet of the pool room.
“This is what my day has been missing,” he says as he drives me into the pool wall. His hands come around and knead my breasts.
“Oh god,” I cry out as he keeps driving in and out, touching me, and bringing me to the edge before he changes pace, not letting me come. I want to come so bad. “Please,” I beg him.
He responds by sucking on the sensitive skin behind my ear, and that’s it. That’s all it takes for me to fall apart on his cock.
“Oh god,” he cries out from behind me.
The pace is picked up, faster and faster. I can tell he’s about to fall over the edge by the way he’s tensing behind me. He places a hand under the water and begins rubbing on my clit until I’m falling over the edge. He follows me, resting his head on my shoulder.
Once our breathing comes back to normal, he pulls out of me and hops out of the pool. “Come on, baby, let’s get you pampered in bed,” he says in a low, sultry voice. He holds out his hand to pull me out of the water.
I let him, and on shaky legs, I follow him into the house and back into his bedroom for round two.
Chapter Forty-One
~MAC~
It’s been nice getting to spend the nights and time I’m not at training with Danny. We’re getting to act and be like a real couple. I hadn’t realized how nice it would be to have someone there for me like this after my games and hard practices.
He just gets it too. He knows what demands are on an athlete. That doesn’t stop him from putting his own demands on me, but when he knows I’ve had enough, he takes care of me. Or he’ll do all the work when I need him to because I can’t possibly move a muscle to ride him.
Danny is the piece that has been missing for a long time. The type of boyfriend I never managed to have in college or allowed myself to have. I worry about him, though. He seems to be a little lost. There are times when he’s on the phone talking to someone about a job or talking to them about his next steps, but he never shares what that looks like. I’ve asked him many times if he’ll be staying in Tampa. He always replies, “Where would I go?” And I get that, but if the right opportunity came up out of the state of Florida, I wouldn’t want him to miss out just because of me.
I’m not sure what I would do if the same thing was happening to me. Soccer is my whole world. If I had to move to anotherstate to keep on playing, I’m not sure I could turn that down. But I have two years before I have to worry about that.
Today, practice has been grueling, and I can’t even go home to Danny to ask him to massage me. We have a team dinner. And as the captain, I have to go to it. Thankfully, it’s just here at the training center in the team room. Someone is bringing in a pasta dinner to help us carb load for our game against Gotham FC. They’re pretty good, and they have a couple of players who have made the Women’s National Team. It worries me a bit that we won’t be able to keep up. I think that’s why Coach Watts is working so hard to make sure we’re ready.
The amount of running we have done today has my legs aching. We have worked on so many drills and formations. Currently, it’s corner kicks. We haven’t had a real successful season of those, so far. We all know it’s one of our weaker game points. I can take them, but Cassie is better at it than I am. But still, Coach has me taking kick after kick.
“Another one,” he calls out.
I run back to my spot at the corner of the right-hand side of the field. Time to spend another one and see what the girls can do with this one. I think to myself. I look over at Cassie, who is standing there panting in the box, waiting for the next ball to be served her way. Hendrix is in the goal working on defending corner kicks, while Amelia is standing at the top of the key waiting for the balls to come back out so that she can serve them back to us.
Everyone is beat, but Coach calls for another one, so that’s what I do. I serve another one into the team and run to see if I can help at all with getting that ball into the net. This one is successful. Kelsey manages to send it into the net, and we all pat her on the back for her efforts.
“Coach,” I call out to him. “I think we might need a water break.”
“Yeah, I think we’ll just call it a day,” he replies. “Let’s bring it in.”
We all jog over to Coach and wait for his words of wisdom.
“Of course, when she says it’s time to call, we get to call it. Fuck what the rest of us say,” a voice says.
I hear it, but I can’t place where it came from. I look around and realize I’m not paying attention to what Watts is saying, and Amelia notices, because she nudges me to look at Coach.
I do and hear him saying, “Please make sure you are hydrating. Gotham is going to run us pretty hard. We have to make sure we’re ready for that. Get plenty of rest and make sure you’re keeping your nutrition in line. We have a pasta dinner ready now to help for tomorrow’s game. Everyone get cleaned up and then come eat with us. Captain, call us out.”
