Page 29 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

Emotions swirled inside of me like a tidal wave, and without a hesitation, because I was crazy, and more times than not, I didn’t stop to think about how I reacted to things, I ran at him and jumped into his arms. Thankfully, Red knew me all too well. He didn’t even stumble back as he grabbed me and pulled up against his body.

“Jesus, bug. You’re like my very own spider monkey.” I laughed at his playful complaint.

“You don’t like spider monkeys?” I asked. His blue eyes softened in a way that made me feel all soft and gushy inside.

“Baby, if they look like you, they’re now my favorite,” he whispered as our lips gravitated toward one another.

Our mouths found each other, and we kissed like it had been centuries since we’d been together instead of fourteen days.

“Fuck, I missed you," he growled as he pulled back from the passionate wet kiss we lost ourselves in. A kiss that turned into groping in the living room to foreplay in the hall and then a frantic fuck session in my bedroom that ended with him coming deep inside of me after he made me see stars twice.

“I missed you, too,” I sighed happily. We were both naked and in my bed. I was still catching my breath from the way he had made me see stars.

“You think that time did it?” he asked. I pulled off his chest and looked up at him. I couldn’t hide my confusion.

“Did what?”

“Fucked a baby in you.” His gaze darkened, and I felt my sex clench.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter that he’d rocked my world twice or that I was still catching my breath. I felt empty.

Suddenly, I needed him all over again.

I wouldn’t have thought of myself as bold with a partner, but we were best friends. We knew one another better than anyone else in the world, and that included our families. There was no need to hide my needs.

Not with Red.

The things he could make me feel were beautiful, and I knew if this didn’t work out, if Red and I one day imploded, there was no doubt in my mind he'd ruined me for anyone else. The seal was broken, and I hardly recognized myself.

“I don’t know…” I licked my lips and enjoyed the way his eyes seemed to follow my tongue, “Maybe we should try again?” I couldn’t believe I wasn’t just asking him to fuck me but to knock me up. He hadn’t dropped the crazy idea either. It was something he brought up each and every time we spoke.

“Fuck, yes,” he growled, rolling me over so I would straddle him.

We were very open and explorative with positions. Maybe it was because we’d known one another for most of our lives and had basically grown and evolved into the adults we were now? Or maybe there was more to it? Either way, I didn’t feel an iota of self-consciousness around him. Not when the blankets slid down and exposed my body to him or when his hands cupped my breasts and his thumbs brushed against the turgid peaks of my nipples.

“Red,” I gasped. I swear the man knew exactly how to touch me.

“Ride me, pretty girl,” he ordered, and I grinned as I moved to reach between us.

“You’re still hard.” I had no idea how. We were both thirty-eight, and I always thought it took men our age longer between rounds.

“I’m always hard around you,” he grunted, and I felt like it was the most beautiful compliment I’d ever been given. A heady wave of power washed over me while I stroked his thick manhood. I loved that his body needed mine as much I did his.

And like a good girl, I did as he asked.

I didn’t stop after I came once, and then twice.

I didn’t even stop after he rolled us over and had me on all fours with his hands at my throat as he came deep and hard, both of his loads coating my thighs.

Life with Red was really damn good.

CHAPTER 9

KAITLYN

I woke up and blinked slowly.

The images from my dreams were still fuzzy.