Out of Bounds (The Summer Games #2)(83)

I gripped his neck, pulling him back down for a kiss as he filled me completely. He stilled there, letting me get used to him, but I still wasn’t ready when he started moving. His hips were strong and he was still standing; he had the advantage. When I asked him to slow down, to take it easy, he took my bottom lip into his mouth and pumped his hips harder.

“Erik…”

“You need this, Brie. You begged for this.”

I was sweating, could feel the beads rolling down my body. He ripped my hand from his neck and told me to hold open my leotard for him. It was too late to strip it off; we’d have to make do. I hooked my finger inside it and cried out as his thumb hit my clit.

“Hold on,” he said, squeezing my hand on his neck.

He was lifting me, pulling me off the beam and dropping me back onto the mat with my legs spread.

His hands hit my bent knees, using them as leverage so he could roll his hips against me.

My mouth dropped open, but there was no sound.

There was nothing.

The new angle was too much; his rhythm was too much. He was f*cking me, curling his hips, and grinding my ass into the mat with hard strokes.

When his hand slipped between our bodies, brushing against me, there was nothing but blackness.

I was gone.

In the stars.

“Every time I see you walk into the gym I dream of doing this. I dream about what you look like beneath this leotard.”

His grip on my thighs was relentless. I could feel my muscles starting to cramp, but I breathed through it, loving the sting of pain.

“Do you dream about spreading those legs for me?”

He bent low so his next words were whispered against my ear.

“For your coach?”

My back arched off the mat, bringing him another inch deeper.

“Erik.”

He knew I got off on the fantasy, the taboo. His provocative words and the relentless roll of his hips made the fall inevitable. He kissed every inch of me, dragging his mouth across my nipples and teasing me as I started to shake beneath him. I knew he liked the feeling of being inside me, but it couldn’t compare to how I felt, how deeply he stroked me, how insane it felt to clench around him and lose control as he pumped into me.

He groaned with pleasure and I opened my eyes, watching him find his own release. His brows clenched. His jaw tightened and his mouth fell open just a few millimeters so I could hear the dark groans slip out of him. It was the single sexiest thing in the world and I didn’t blink once, trying to hold on to the moment for as long as possible.

Erik made love to me on that gym floor. Though we’d never spoken the words aloud, I felt it in his movements, in the way his hips rolled into me, in the way his hands squeezed my thighs, in the way my name slipped out of his lips. There was no denying how I felt for him in that moment. In my dirtiest moment I felt as if I’d been washed clean. I was laid bare for Erik and he didn’t shy away; he drew me closer and held me tight. I was so thankful he couldn’t see my face as the tears started to spill down my cheeks.

I was in love with the enemy.





Chapter Thirty-One


Erik





There was a small bathroom in the back corner of the training facility; Brie had disappeared into it a few minutes earlier and I stood staring at the closed door, wondering what she was thinking. I’d disposed of the condom and cleaned myself up, but Brie had been quiet after I pulled out of her, mumbling about needing to clean up before locking herself behind the flimsy door. I wanted to knock and make sure she was okay, but the light flickered off and the door creaked open before I could.

She met my eye as she walked out and then glanced away, back to the row of beams behind us.

“So I think if I do a few more routines, I should be okay.”

Her voice was distant and small, nothing like the girl who’d just come apart underneath me.

“Routines?” I asked, furrowing my brow.

It was late. She should have already been back at the village.

She nodded and moved past me toward the bars.

I knew the last hour had gotten through to her, but instead of continuing to confide in me, she’d gone into the bathroom and tucked her emotions away again. She’d fixed her hair and twisted it up onto the top of her head, but she couldn’t erase the flush covering her neck and chest. There was still a red handprint on her thigh from where I’d been holding her as I came. Jesus. She couldn’t just pull away like that.

“Brie, I think we should—”

She held up her hand to stop me. “Please don’t. Not right now. I appreciate everything you said, I just…I need to work through these routines. That’s it.”

Small, fragile Brie was carrying the world on her shoulders and breaking my heart in the process.

“I don’t regret what just happened,” I said, trying to reassure her.

She nodded, once, and then turned away, indifferent. “I know. I need to get back to work.”

If I hadn’t just been buried inside her, hearing her moan and beg for me to touch her, I would have thought she despised me. This was her: hot and cold, distant when I wanted her close, impossible to resist when she wanted to be.

I didn’t try to push her to go home; she was struggling, and if she wanted to finish a few more routines, I’d let her.

She adjusted her grips and took the bars, practicing a few release moves while I stood beneath her, ready to catch her if she fell. I watched her move across the bars, tight and in control. She looked better than she had in weeks, relaxed and confident. I could have watched her up there for hours.