Between Heats (Downtown Aquatics Book 1) (15 page)

Aaron gathered her hair away from her shoulders, and in one
movement, whirled her so that she was facing the other way. Her body was firmly
against the surface. Her breasts were mashed; her palms instinctively splayed
against the glass. His hand was fisted against her hair, holding her still with
a gentle pressure.

He leaned closer and traced her left ear with his tongue. “You
taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured. Considering his
appetites, Madison let out a soft surrendering moan.

Her body was still wet and she could feel her imprint on the
glass. As he stroked her ear and pressed against her, she felt herself stirring
with need. She couldn’t fully see their reflections on the mirror, just
movements of lights and shadows. But she did briefly see the expression on his
face as he indulged in her. Tongue, skin,
breath
. She
was putty in his hands.

His tongue went deeper into her ear and her fingers curled. She
wanted to turn and kiss the living daylights out of him but his hand and face
still kept her pinned to the mirror. His other hand slid itself into the space
between her body and the glass, parting her thighs just enough for his cock to
fit between her legs.

She saw the split-second of hesitation in his eyes through his
reflected the mirror, as he cast a downward glance on their strewn clothes.
Knowing what he thought, she reached for the hand that held her thigh and she
murmured, “I’m still on the pill.”

As if he were back at the pool where the beep had sounded, he
started up again with renewed fervor. He rotated his hips against her, and she
felt his erection inched further between her thighs.

Madison moved her body so she could return the favor. His free
hand now moved just above her crease, pressing an agonizing rhythm against her
skin while his tongue continued to ravage her ear. "A-Aaron," she
mewled, shoulders wanting to buck against the mirror, but finding no room. Her
thighs closed around him, but she was already on her tiptoes. She ground
herself against him the best she could until she thought she would go crazy.

He let go of her hair and her ear at the same time. But this
time, the hand just above her center moved to part her. She liked how his
fingers came in direct contact with her skin, opening her in new ways and
opening in her new sensations. He held her open for a few agonizing seconds,
making her shiver in anticipation.

"You want me that much?" he asked.

"More than you know. Please," she pleaded.

She straightened her torso and bent her arms backwards so she
can reach for his hair. They pawed him urgently, tightening only when he
entered her.
 

Once he was sheathed, he began to move. Madison had to
extricate her fingers from his hair and bolstered herself against the glass so
that she had some leverage. Then she met his thrusts, guided by his hands on
her waist. Her breasts pressed deeper against the surface.

Aaron snaked an arm under her breasts while the other hooked
under her right leg. He lifted her with ease as they resumed the rhythm.
Madison felt herself sliding against the mirror as he pushed. She could feel
her walls tightening around him and her breath growing more uneven.

Aaron was grunting in response, his powerful arms helping her
to quicken their pace. Did she dare? Pinned between his rock-hard swimmer's
body and the mirror, Madison held on to the hand clutching her chest…

And slowly lifted her other leg.

Aaron gripped her tighter at first then quickly moved so that
now he was supporting her completely. She felt weightless in his arms. She
clenched his cock tighter as her body moved like waves, sweat and lovemaking
dripping down their entwined limbs. She closed her eyes as her lust enveloped
her, crying out his name. Aaron thrust once, twice, then released inside her.
She gasped softly.

 

 

It felt like the night wasn’t enough, and so they spent all
of it—borrowing a few hours in advance from the next day—to make
love. Rough and fast, deep and slow. Aaron recalled sleeping and waking up and
then touching each other again or maybe that was just a dream.

“You do know that at some point you’ll have to get out of bed
and face everyone,” Madison replied, turning slightly to kiss his palm. “Or
eat.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” he murmured in a suggestive voice,
making her giggle. Damn, how he had missed this. How he had missed
her
.

Her hand roamed along the exposed side of his body. “When are
you heading back to Colorado Springs for training camp?”

He brushed the hair out of her face. “I still have about three
weeks. Are you trying to get rid of me?” he joked. He didn’t want to think
about training camp or the Summer Nationals or the next Olympics. Not just yet.
He just wanted to make up for lost time.

“No, I’m just trying to get your hips trained,” she answered
cheekily, hand gliding down to rest on his hip. “
Mmm
,
I love these hips.” But she halted then looked straight into his eyes. He was
surprised to see her eyes were unexpectedly wet. “I love
you
, hotshot.”

Aaron pulled her into his embrace and pried a deep kiss. It was
everything he ever wanted, all sweetness and spice and salty tears. He could
see years with this woman. He could see other lifetimes. He wanted to start
over with her. “You’re still here,” he murmured.

“And I’m still yours,” she breathed, mouthing the words against
his lips.

He grinned before kissing her with no plans of letting go. It
took a few more minutes of cuddling before he spoke up again. "So,
breakfast?" he asked, rubbing the bottom of her lip. He couldn’t keep
himself from touching her one way or the other.

"Honey, it's almost lunch!" Madison laughed.

"Brunch then," Aaron answered. But even if it was his
suggestion, he had no immediate plans of getting up. Until his phone began
ringing. With a groan, he realized his phone had been all but forgotten in his
duffle bag.

"Damn. I think that’s Coach. I forgot I still have to show
up for more press interviews today," he cursed. He looked down at her, not
in a hurry to take the call. "Rain check?"

She smoothed her palm over his chest. "Hurry, I don't
think I can wait that long," she said with a soft voice. But they both
knew that deep down that was a lie. Now that they had each other, no wait was
too long.

 

 

THE END

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

Liliana
Rhodes and Marian Tee, for
putting this anthology together;

Mina V.
Esguerra
, for giving the
Flirt
class
the push we needed;

Shar
Longstreth
for the freeway directions to imaginary places;

Ana Valenzuela, for being extra pairs of eyes;

and
Candace and Eve, for being awesome
swim fans.

 

 

 

 

About the Author

 

Laney Castro likes backpacking, craft
beer, deep tissue massages, and Mexican food. She is always getting herself
into one scrape after another, all in the pursuit of a good story (or a cute
guy). She’s a huge swim fan, and she’s hoping all this writing will help her
score seats at the Rio Olympics.

 

She is currently working on Book 2 of
the Downtown Aquatics.

 

 

Copyright

 

Between Heats

Laney Castro

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All
characters, places, organizations, and events portrayed here are either
products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Copyright 2014 by Laney Castro

Contact:
www.laneycastro.com

 

Cover design
by Miles Tan

 

All rights reserved. No part of this
text may be reproduced, shared, downloaded, uploaded or stored in any
information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, without
the written permission of the publisher, except by a reviewer, who may quote
brief passages in a review. Thank you for supporting the author's rights.

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Acknowledgements

 

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