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I glance to the side as the two-meter line rapidly approaches, knowing I need the ball before I can cross it. I flip onto my back trying to find where it is. Adrenaline courses through me when I see it’s already in the air as I lock gazes with June from where she tossed it to me. The opposing center-back is nearly on me when I graze the ball and guide it to land in front of me so I can dribble it forward.
“High elbows! Don’t let her grab it, Sage!” Fallon’s shouts can barely be heard over the slaps and splashes of the water, but I know it’s about the girl approaching my side as we near the center of the goal.
I take note of the goalie’s position before turning and giving the defender my back since I missed my opportunity to shoot freely. She’s leaning over me as I drop my shoulder into her chest, keeping the ball in my hand as my arm is stretched straight. Pushing my weight into her as if I’m going to step out and shoot, she drops in the water and gets ready to jump and block. I twist and fling my wrist, shooting the ball in a blind backhand. I turn to stare as the whistle of a successful goal pierces the air.
Without delay, I start swimming to my team’s half of the pool to start the next play. The cheers on the deck are muffled as water splashes all around me, but my nerves are gone. I had the first goal in under a minute. Adrenaline courses through me as excitement hums in my veins. Glancing up, I catch Fallon’s pride-filled gaze and my heart swells. That means more to me than the game at this moment.
Chapter Eighteen
Fallon
My knee bounces and I glance back at her. Her lost stare is still fixated out the window. I look at Anna in the seat across from me and a surge of hope swirls inside when I see her asleep, curled into her parka on the seat. The rest of the girls left for home with their parents, only Sage and Anna are joining me for the bus ride back.
I get up, slowly walking down the aisle to not disturb Anna and settle onto the bench next to Sage. She turns and looks at me and smiles.
“Hey, Coach.”
My cock twitches, the usual inappropriate response I have when she calls me that.
“I just wanted to tell you how amazing you were tonight.”
Her eyes brighten, her smile widening as her cheeks flush. “Thanks, but it wasn’t just me.”
“Of course not, but you were the star,” I lean forward and whisper.
Sage shoves me away with a playful push. “What happened to the guy that threatened to bench me for my supposed ego?”
“He saw her for who she really was.”
She tenses. “And who am I?”
My lips lift at the corner, and I reach out to run a knuckle across her soft cheek. “Relentless. Determined. Fierce. So goddamn beautiful it hurts.”
I can see the pulse in her neck quickening and I catch the look in her eyes before she moves onto my lap. Before I can protest, her mouth is on mine and any resistance melts away. I missed her, I missed her mouth in every sense.
I greedily swallow down her tongue, my hands sliding under the parka and skimming across her bare thighs till I reach her wet pussy. I pause, not finding a stitch of cloth between her legs.
“Sage…”
She moans softly, rocking her hips toward my hand. “I forgot to pack some. I wasn’t going to wear my swimsuit.”
I push into her tight pussy as it struggles to take my two fingers. Her forehead drops to my shoulder as she pushes herself further onto them. Her hand drags down, gripping me through my sweats.
“I need you,” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine.
“I know, baby.” I breathe in her little gasps as I fuck her with my fingers. I’ve never had my hand shoved up a pussy as much as I have in the past two days with her. I’m addicted to it, how quickly I get her worked up, how wet she gets for me, the feel of her as she comes for me.
Her head tilts back, rocking her hips as her pussy walls clamp down on them. A little growl escapes her throat before her attention snaps back to me.
“I want to feel you,” she rasps, widening her knees on the seat as she lifts up and pulls my cock out of my pants with quick precision.
“Sage!” I hiss. She pushes my hand away from her and pushes my cock against my stomach, and rests her soaking entrance on top of it. I catch her hips before she can move, my fingers digging into her flesh with a harsh grip. My control is thinner than paper, but I’m not going to fuck her for the first time on the back of the bus.
“Baby, we can’t here. Let me take you home.”
Her pupils are dilated with arousal as she pouts and wiggles in my grasp. “Take me home then, but let mefeelyou, Coach.”
That singular word breaks me, it always does.
