Page 62 of Ours to Lose
I shoved him toward the door. “You’ll seemetomorrow at six a.m. for our run.”
Aubrey suppressed her smile.
“Okay, okay,” Noah said as he made his way out. He spun back to add, “Thanks again for the tickets. It wasreallynice meeting you, Aubrey.” He shot her a wink and ducked around the corner.
Little shit was going to run sprints until he puked.
Aubrey turned to me. “Tickets for the tournament?”
“Yeah. You want another one?” I joked. “I’ve got a few left to sell.”
Not that I’d let her take me up on it. I was still trying to figure out if there was a way I could convince her to let me pay for the ticket she’d already bought.
Even though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to have her there. That the chance to impress her wasn’t pushing me to train that little bit harder. That knowing it meant enough to her to contribute her own money didn’t make me want to kiss her until our lips gave out.
“Jase might want some,” she offered. “I think his brother’s pretty into sports. I could ask him for you.”
There she went again, caring. It melted something in my chest. “That’d be great. Thank you.”
She smiled at the bag in her hands.
I sat on the edge of the desk. “How was the wedding yesterday?” The one we’d spent most of Friday night prepping for. As someone who bought my fruit and vegetables precut or frozen, I had no idea how much work went into making even the simplest ingredients taste good. I owed major props to my dad.
“It was good, all things considered. I had zero downtime and was exhausted by the end, but I think the couple was happy.” She tucked a wave of dark blond hair behind her ear and extended the paper bag to me. “This is for you. As a thank-you for all your help.”
I parted the bag’s handles and pulled out a round plastic container filled with quinoa salad.
“I was going to make sable cookies, but I know you don’t eat sugar while you’re training. And then, I thought maybe steak or something more exciting, but I worried it’d get cold by the time you ate it, and since you don’t have a microwave here, this seemed like a better option.”
My mouth lifted higher with each word because she was right. I had an old mini fridge here that had been lying around Coach Lou’s garage that I kept stocked with fruits, juices, and almond milk for my protein shakes, but that was the extent of my cooking capacity. For most of my meals, I either ate at my dad’s or grabbed something at the diner a few blocks away. I could get an egg-white omelet the size of my face and a bowl of oatmeal for a steal.
I pulled off the lid and breathed in the nutty aroma layered with fresh herbs and lemon. My mouth watered. Healthy didn’t always smell this good. “I’ll be your dishwasher full-time if you agree to pay me in this.”
Her eyes brightened and her cheeks flushed as she drank me in more fully. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
The shift was subtle but instant. A breathlessness to her tone that pulsed in the base of my spine. I resealed the lid and set the container aside. “Why not? You don’t like the idea of being my boss?”
She bit her bottom lip. My blood pumped faster.
“How about telling me what to do? Having control over me?” I rose to my feet and stalked toward her. She craned her neck to hold my gaze as I freed her lip with my thumb. “We know you like it when I give you what you want.”
Her breath escaped on a sigh.
I lowered my mouth to her ear. “What do you want, Aubrey?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as her chest rose and fell in quiet pants. She gripped the hem of my long-sleeved shirt as if to steady herself before locking her heavy-lidded gaze with mine. “I want you to have sex with me.”
Everything in my body tightened. “You want my mouth on you? My fingers?”
She shook her head and bit her lip again, her gaze going hazy as if she was thinking of something else. Remembering it. “I want your cock.” Her gaze cleared, and she pinned me with her stare like she was pinning me to the mats. “I want you to fuck me with it.”
My skin flashed hot, her eyes hard with determination as if daring me to challenge her. I had no plans to. If she said she wanted it, I believed her, and the arousal rushing through my veins had me more than ready to serve.
I stepped forward, my body meeting hers, guiding us to the wall behind her. Before she could catch her breath, I slid the leather jacket from her shoulders and hooked behind her thighs to hoist her to my waist. Her skirt rode up as she locked her ankles behind my back, and my hands settled on their favorite place in the world and gave her ass a squeeze.
Her ragged breaths weren’t quiet anymore. She went for my waistband, but I caught both her wrists with my hand.
“Not so fast, greedy girl.”
