My pussy throbs and my nipples tighten, my entire body pulsing with need. A vision of him spilling his load onto his stomach flashes in my mind, his head thrown back in pleasure, his muscles tense and straining as he finds his release.
I remain on the phone, listening to the way his moans turn to ragged breaths as he comes down.
And then he ends the call.
Chapter 19
Ainsley
“Thank you!Tell all your friends to come get their car washed today.”
I take the twenty-dollar bill and slip it into the cash drawer. My gaze roams down the road in disbelief. There’s a line of cars wrapped around the block waiting to get their cars washed for the team fundraiser, and we haven’t had a lull since we started at 9AM this morning.
Marie made breakfast burritos under a tent and sold them to the people waiting, and at noon she switched to lunch. She made enough trays of food to feed an army, and I’m thankful she did because I did not anticipate having this many customers. I made sure to supply her with a comfy chair, and plenty of water. She doesn’t know I know about her MS, but I do and Marie’s health comes before anything.
A bunch of the JV moms brought baked goods and ended up selling out within an hour. Two of them left to throw another batch of cookies in for the afternoon session.
My head spins as I try to calculate how much money we’ll be walking away with at the end of the day.
And it’s all thanks to Landon’s idea.
Landon...
Who I’ve been actively avoiding, which is close to impossible since we work together almost all seven days of the week.
Evan walks over and nods my way. “You good?”
“I’m better than good. I can’t believe this turnout.”
“I know, this is great. Wish we would’ve thought of this when we were kids.”
“Seriously.” I squint up at him. “Thanks for all your help today.”
“Anytime, kiddo.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder. “Think he might need some help though.”
I glance across the street and clamp my hand over my mouth. Mrs. Wallaby, the school’s seventy-year-old music teacher, stuffs a dollar bill into the waistband of Landon’s swim trunks as he leans over to wash her car. Several of the lacrosse moms ogle him from nearby.
I clamp my hand over my mouth. “Quinn, tell me you’re getting this on video.”
She lifts her phone. “And we thought we’d run into trouble with what the girls were wearing.”
Landon has on a short-sleeve tee, so as to not make things inappropriate with the kids around. But with the way the wet cotton clings to his muscles, he might as well be shirtless.
I cup my hands around my mouth as I shout. “Work it, Coach! Make those tips!”
The moms cheer in unison, and if looks could kill, Landon’s glare would strike me dead.
Quinn and I cackle like witches.
As the afternoon lull dies down, I leave Quinn and check on Marie. “How’s it going over here?”
She smiles up at me and clasps my hand, tugging me down to sit in the folding chair beside her. “I’m good. This was an amazing turnout.”
“It really was. I can’t wait to see how much money we raised.” I sweep my gaze down her body. “How do you feel? You can head home if you want to. You’ve done more than enough today.”
Marie side-eyes me. “Landon told you about my diagnosis?”
I nod. “He did.”
