Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
I wouldn’t stop even if someone did burst in on us. Nothing could tear me away from my girl.
“That’s it, my pretty little brat, come all over my cock,” I urge, feeling my own release near, pleasure tingling up my spine. I refuse to come before she does, though. I need to feel her squeezing my cock while we fall into bliss together.
Iris cries out when she comes, and I silence her with my mouth, swallowing her moans. Her pussy clamps down on me, pulsing as her orgasm drags her under, triggering my own. I groan against her lips as I fill her with come, buried as deep in her body as I can go.
As much as I want to linger in the after-sex bliss with her, we’ve already pushed our luck enough. I slide out of her with a groan, grab some tissues to clean her up the best I can before binning them and helping Iris to her feet.
“Don’t put any pressure on that ankle,” I tell her sternly, rolling my eyes at the bratty smirk she has on her face.
“Doctor’s orders.” She nods in response, but I don’t doubt for a second that no matter what the doc told her, she’ll be trying to run on that damn ankle before it's ready.
I help her out of the medic shed where the team greets us enthusiastically. To their credit, they’re careful as they celebrate Iris, hugging her but making sure they keep her balanced so they don’t hurt her anymore.
In a crush of excitement and cheers, we head to a local burger and shake spot to celebrate. It’s impossible to miss the suspicious, interested looks Iris’ teammates aim our way, but with my arm around her waist, keeping her close to me under the guise of supporting her ankle, I can’t exactly blame them for their curiosity. Iris doesn’t seem to care, either, leaning into me as she laughs with her friends.
“Tell them, Iris,” Georgia, Iris’ friend and teammate, whispers, gesturing to the looks we’re getting.
Iris glances up at me, an unspoken question in her eyes. I look down at her, seeing my whole damn world. I love this girl and I no longer care who knows it.
Besides, I read the terms of my contract like a hundred times over, and there’s nothing in there that explicitly says I can’t be in a relationship with a player. I’m pretty confident that even if the Dean gets mad at us for this, he won’t have grounds to fire me or rip Iris’ scholarship out from under her.
Iris tells them, and the team bursts into another round of cheers.
“I knew it!” a few of them shout, laughing at Iris good-naturedly.
“You guys are really okay with this?” she checks, looking over all of them.
One of the girls shrugs, speaking for the team. “I mean, we just won the hell out of that game so clearly your relationship isn’t affecting Coach Thomson’s ability to do his job,” she points out. “Plus, we all love you, Iris, and we want you to be happy. Clearly, Coach can handle all your sass.”
Iris snorts, throwing a straw at her friend in playful admonishment. “You all love my sass!” she retorts with a huge grin.
The team laughs with her as I dip my head and whisper, “I love punishing your ass for it.” I speak quietly enough that nobody else will hear. She elbows me in the side, eyes wide at my teasing.
“I’m never gonna hear the end of this teasing from you or them, am I?” she asks, but the smile on her face and the light in her eyes tell me she’s not exactly mad at that fact.
I grin, squeezing her close. “Nope,” I tell her truthfully. “You’re stuck with me now, little brat. Get used to it.”
Iris’ smile grows wider. “I think I can handle that.”
6
IRIS
Finally, Spring Break arrives. I’m relieved as all hell to have a break from classes, and mad as fuck that my stupid twisted ankle means I’m forced to take a break from training.
It’s only for another week, but I know my fitness is going to be shot to hell despite it. I was in peak condition before that bitch on the other team ruined it, and at this level, even a week off can set you back. Still, I’ve got the best support possible to make sure I get through it in time for the next game. My team has been amazing, happy, and accepting of me and Isaac, and having my coach as my boyfriend has more than one perk. With all the workouts we do in bed, at least I know I won’t be totally unfit by the time I’m allowed to play again.
“Where are we going?” I ask for the hundredth time, glancing over at Isaac. My mouth waters when my eyes focus on his hand on the steering wheel, the muscles and veins on his arms standing out. No matter how many times I see him, I doubt I’ll ever get used to how fucking hot he is. Seriously, there’s not an inch of him I’m not insanely attracted to.