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Sage
Gwen slaps her palms on the surface of the pool with a snarling expression. I smirk, catching the ball she throws back to me.
“Want to continue corners or you want to try skip shots?” I ask her.
She shakes her head before swimming to the ladder and climbing out of the pool. “Give me a few minutes.”
Fallon watches her walk to the locker room before turning back to me with a neutral expression. I spin the ball in my hand, floating on my back as I kick lightly.
“She’s not jumping right before I blow the whistle, but you’re shooting when I do.”
I shrug. “Then tell her that. You’re the coach.”
“Sage.” His curt tone has my hips dropping in the water, and I look up at him.
Sighing, I toss the ball toward him, and the splashes land on his feet.
“What?”
Today the majority of the girls are in the weight room with Coach Amber. Fallon chose Gwen and I to run a shooting drill. It’s been two weeks since I went on my knees and sucked his dick like my favorite lollipop. Two weeks of him acting like nothing happened between us, and I’m just another player on the team.
His eyes darken before he moves to the bench and pulls off his shirt. I just realized he's been wearing swim trunks the entire practice, which means he planned to get in at some point today.
I gasp at the large tattoo spanned across his back, the Olympic rings resting in large waves of crystal blue water. It has a golden water polo ball in place of the yellow ring. He must have gotten it in the past couple of years since it wasn’t there during the last games he competed in. I tear my gaze away, feeling like a stalker again for even knowing that.
Fallon dives into the pool, my heart pounding as I feel his presence intimately in the water. I turn to where he pops out, shaking and flipping his hair out of his face. He grabs the ball floating by the edge of the wall and swims it toward me.
“Want to get a few more throws in while we wait for Gwen?”
I shrug, swimming on my back away from him slowly, putting distance between us. “I just follow your instructions.”
His eyes narrow and he grabs my ankle, yanking me to him. My head dips under and I accidentally swallow some water in shock. Coughing, I snatch my leg back and glare at him.
“What the hell?”
“We’ll leave the goal open. I’ll defend you,” he says, tossing the ball in front of me and swimming behind me.
I don’t answer him and ignore the ball floating away. I swallow as my skin prickles at his closeness.
“You mad at me, baby?” His teasing question is whispered in my ear as he pulls my body to rest against his chest.
I shudder, tilting my head toward him. “Yes.”
His fingers slide along my waist and up to my ribs, his thumb stroking the underside of my breast. I thank whatever god convinced me to wear a two piece today because I usually never do.
“I know you’re smart enough to realize this is a bad idea. How much you would lose if we got caught. Your career is just starting, you wouldn’t be taken seriously.” His lips press against the crook of my neck and skim to the edge of my shoulder.
“So you’re ignoring me solely for my benefit? Is that what you’re saying?” My stomach dips in as his hand drifts to the top of my bikini bottoms.
He hums, sliding down further and cupping my pussy as I gasp. I lean further into him, using his body to hold myself up. I feel Fallon’s face pull away and the movement as he looks around before he pushes a finger inside me. Then I feel his ragged breathing in my ear again.
“You don’t think I spend every night fucking my fist at the memory of your mouth?” He pumps his finger in and out, the heel of his palm presses into my clit. The perfect amount of pressure on the bundle of nerves. I reach behind me and dig my nails into the back of his neck as I rock my hips with his hand.
“You don’t think I watch you every second of practice, burning the image of your body into my mind? You don’t think I want to follow you back into those showers to see how tight this pussy is when it’s wrapped around my cock?”
My eyes squeeze shut as I struggle to breathe, his words building the fire gathering in my belly. “I think about you too.”
Fallon’s movements stall and he breathes in sharply. “What do you think about?”
