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Coach blinks a few times, processing everything I’ve said before uncrossing his arms and placing a hand on my shoulder. “So, you don’t know who she is?”

Something about the way he asks, emphasizing ‘don’t’ unsettles me to my core. It’s like he knows some big secret. Something he is just waiting for me to figure out.

“Other than her first name, no. Why?”

“No reason. Just curious. Things will settle down. For now, keep your head in the game. You’re needed at one hundred percent if we want to beat Québec City next week. Especially since the season’s starting earlier than normal this year.”

Without waiting for my agreement, Coach walks away, leaving me to wonder what the hell my coach knows that I don’t.

1. Are ye coddin’ me? = Are you kidding me?

2. Désolée pour ça = Sorry about that

3. Fair play to ya = Good job!

4. Ay dios mio = Oh my god

Chapter 7

Mateo

Despite Coach’s reminder last week to keep my head in the game, Élise is constantly on my mind. It doesn’t matter if I’m awake or asleep.

When I’m dreaming, she’s the star of the show…every night. When I’m at practice, she’s in the stands cheering me on, my number emblazoned across her back. And times like now, when I’m in the shower, hot water pounding against my back and shoulders?

Well…

My head slouches forward until my forehead rests against the cool tile as my hand slides down to wrap around my aching cock just like it did during yesterday’s shower.

And the one before that. And every other one you’ve taken at home in the last two weeks.

Images of those beautiful emerald eyes and wavy, caramel hair flash through my mind. Even her fucking name is beautiful. Élise.

I start stroking myself in slow, even movements. When my eyes fall shut, it’s no longer my hand wrapped around my throbbing length, but hers.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” I groan, throwing my head back. “Just like that.”

She smirks and leans in to place soft, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and pecs. I suck in a sharp breath when she skims her nails along my abs. “You like that, Big Shot?” She teases, slightly tightening her hold on my cock and quickening her strokes.

All I can do is give a shaky nod; the waves of pleasure coursing through my body have rendered me speechless. “Non,1” she chastises. “Use your words. I want to hear you say it. Unless…you’d rather I stop?”

A strangled whimper breaks free from my lips. “No, please don’t fucking stop. Yes, I like it, Chispita. Fuck, I like it a lot.”

A self-satisfied smile crosses her beautiful lips and, as if to reward me for answering, Élise slowly sinks to her knees. A hoarse laugh spills from my throat. “Goddamn, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You want to suck my cock, Chispita?”

Without breaking eye contact, she licks her lips and nods slowly. “Then be a good girl and open those perfect fucking lips for me.”

As the warmth of her mouth closes around the head of my cock, she keeps her eyes locked on mine. And then, like she’s trying to kill me, she slowly begins to move. Using her hand to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth, she bobs her head, moaning with each downward stroke.

In an embarrassing amount of time, I feel the telltale signs of an impending orgasm as the zap of pleasure builds at the base of my spine. “Fuuuuck, Chispita. You gonna swallow all of me?”

The vibration of her humming throws me straight over the edge.

I shudder as my release coats my hand and the shower wall. Holy shit. Blindly, I reach over and feel for the soap, cleaning myself up before shutting off the water. My breaths are still ragged as I step out of the shower and toward the vanity.

If that’s what being with her is like in my imagination, I definitely need to know what it’s like in reality.

Stepping out from the bathroom, I move to grab a pair of boxer briefs and look up to check the clock that sits on the dresser.