Page 15 of A Reason to Try

Chapter Seven-Dane

Bloody fucking hell.

The woman was a sorceress. She fucking had to be. I hadn’t even known her for more than a handful of minutes before I was buried balls deep inside her tight, wet heat.

It wasn’t the fast jump to sex that was so shocking. It was the fact that I was fairly certain I was going to spend the rest of my life with this woman that had me silent as a fucking mime.

The sounds of her soft breathing were so goddamn cute, I grinned as I wrapped her in my arms, content to just stay right there all afternoon. But I must have dozed off too, because the next thing I knew, the heavy pounding of trainer clad stomping up the small porch to my cabin door had me jumping awake.

“Hey Coach, the fellas and I were—whoa, lucky cunt,” Tank muttered.

A chorus of ohs and curses and other such fuckery rose inside the room and my poor little Caro Darlin’ squeaked and ducked as much of her as she could under the throw blanket.

“GET THE BOLLOCKS OUT OF HERE!” I roared, tucking her under my own bulk to try to keep her out of view.

Three minutes later we were alone again, and I could hear the men hoofing it all the way across the fucking campground talking way too fucking loud about this here.

“Oh my God!” Carolina moaned.

She had her hands over her eyes, undoubtedly trying to shut me and this whole situation out. But I wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Look at me, Caro Darlin’. Come on, drop those hands,” I instructed, using my best coach voice.

She did, and I wanted to clap at the tiny victory, but I refrained. Barely.

“I know a lot has happened in just a little while. And I know you’ve got some big thoughts going on in that pretty little head of yours. But know this while you’re considering how to proceed,” I said, going for broke. “Something about you calls to me, woman. I think this might be one of those once in a lifetime moments. I’d love to take time to woo you properly, get you to trust I mean business, but I can see it on your face that you’re about to run. Tell me you’re not,” I challenged her.

“Dane, look, this was a mistake. I mean, we don’t know each other?—”

“I know what you taste like when you’re coming on my mouth. I know the sounds you make. Every whimper and moan. Fuck, Caro, I know how your pussy feels when it’s squeezing my cock, begging me to fuck you deeper, harder. Don’t say we don’t know each other, because I know you, Caro Mine. And you know me too,” I rumbled.

“Good sex does not make a relationship,” she sputtered, shaking her head.

“This wasn’t good sex. This was fucking phenomenal sex, and you know it. Come on, what are you scared of?” I asked, and really, I wanted to know.

She huffed out a breath, squaring her shoulders even as she hid her sweet body from me with that tiny blanket.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m scared. Scared of being hurt, of being used, of being seen as just another stupid woman who fucked somebody on the job?—”

“Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that,” I said.

“Before I started working for Mr. Knight, I worked for a tech firm in New York. The owner was this really smart hipster kind of guy, about fifteen years older than me, but nice looking and attentive. I had an affair with him,” she confessed, and my whole body tensed.

“Don’t tell me you’re in love with this guy?—”

“Love? Oh God, no! He was a total piece of shit. He was married and used me to cheat. I was publicly shamed and forced to leave my job, and it was awful.”

“Fuck, Carolina, I am so sorry that happened to you. But what does that have to do with us?”

She inhaled, motioning between us.

“It’s just, you work for Mr. Knight, too. If this gets out, we could be fired. Or worse. People will think I slept with you because I was trying to get noticed in the company or something.”

My heart squeezed, and I wondered if she even knew what she just admitted.

“Okay, I understand the problem, and I’ve got a solution.”

“What solution?”

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