Page 75 of Fall For Me
“Ahhh . . . Goddamn, baby. Fuck,” I moan, pistoning my hips harder and faster.
Releasing her mouth, I grab her throat and squeeze. She clutches my hair and yanks, jerking my head back, then spit hits my face. My fucking God, she fucks me so good. My hand cracks across her ass, stinging my palm as I bite the fuck out of her lip. She gives it right back. It’s rough and raw and fucking dirty.
“Mackenzie!”
I freeze, my eyes widening.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. We never truly got caught, obviously, but again . . . fuck.
I clear my throat and yell out over the running shower, “Yeah, Coach?”
“I thought I’d find you in here. Have you seen Hannah? Her car’s still in the parking lot, but Aspen said she got sick and ran out of a meeting, and we can’t find her anywhere.”
I rock into her again and again because I can’t not. I’m so fucking close. She buries her face into my neck, quietly giggling under her breath, and making her pussy grip my dick harder. Goddammit she’s about to make me fucking come.
“Stop it,” I grumble, slapping her ass.
“What was that?”
“As soon as I get done in here, I’ll tell her to come find you,” I call out over the running shower, making her quietly laugh into my neck again.
“Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to it. Oh, yeah . . . about tomorrow?—”
“I’ll be there,” I say, cutting him off so he’ll get lost.
“Good. Good. Okay, well, I’ll see you then if not before.”
“Sounds good,” I grunt.
“Now, fucking leave, please, before this gets any more fucking awkward than it already is,” I mutter under my breath.
We wait with bated breath for a few minutes, and once I’m sure he’s gone, I grip her chin, squeezing it between my thumb and indexfinger, forcing her attention back to me. “You’re a very, very naughty girl.”
“Punish me, Mac,” she taunts, clawing my chest.
“Oh, I fully intend to.”
Her back hits the wall with a loud thud, and I lose control. My pace turns rougher, more relentless. The sound of the water hitting the tile shifts around us. She comes undone in my arms, and I’m right behind her. I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss just as everything grows dark. Tingles shoot to my head. My muscles lock up, and I empty into her.
“You fucking wreck me, Rebel,” I pant, squeezing my eyes tight.
She laughs, and my eyes fly back open. My attention pulls to her line of sight . . . where our clothes lay scattered all over the tiled floor . . . completely soaked.
“I guess we didn’t think this through very well, did we?” I ask, setting her back on her feet.
“Umm . . . not really.”
“Hold tight. I’ll go grab you some clothes then sneak you out of here.”
Dammit. I don’t have a towel either. Covering up my junk, I tiptoe to the lockers, then sift through my bag, smelling my clothes.
“Oh, fuck no.” I toss the shirt back into the bag.
What the hell am I gonna do here? She’s not wearing another man’s clothes; that’s for damn sure.
“New plan,” I say, walking back into the stall. “We, uh . . . We have to wear what we came in with.”
