KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF
Addison Wells waved to a few of the regulars at the gym as she weaved her way through the equipment. For the first time in two years, she felt confident about wearing leggings and a crop top. Three months before, she would have been wearing a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants, trying desperately to blend in and hide.
"Addie, over here!"
Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to look for the owner of the voice, Zed Necrodopolus. When she saw him standing by the row machines, a familiar warmth spread through her body as her pulse began to race. Zed was gorgeous. His bright green hair and light coffee eyes had her knees shaking every time.
"Hey, Zed," she waved, walking over to meet him.
"How was last week? I'm so sorry I couldn't make our session."
"It's fine. I understand." Everyone got sick from time to time, but that hadn't stopped her from feeling depressed and ridiculous all week because she didn't get to see him. While he was out, she had been with Willa Lykenson. Willa was good, but she wasn't Zed. "Willa took me through the paces."
Zed smiled. "Good. I hope she wasn't too rough on you."
"No, she was fine. No strained muscles or puking in a bucket."
"Excellent." Zed put his arm around her and rubbed her upper arm.
Addison held her breath to keep from shaking. Any time he touched her, her body went on high alert. He's just being friendly. There was no way Zed would be interested in someone like her. She needed to get a grip, and maybe a different trainer.
"Are you feeling better?"
He chuckled. "God, yes. I felt like death warmed over last week." He dropped his arm and put his hands on his hips. "Let's see what you've got today."
"Okay…" Addison dropped down onto the rowing machine and blinked. Damn it. Now she had a direct line to his crotch. Her pussy throbbed. Zed had been the star of every fantasy she had ever had since way back when she was a freshman and saw him take his jersey off at football practice one afternoon. Now, three years later he was her personal trainer and had the body, and most likely endurance, of a Greek God... her libido was in knots.
"Ready?"
"What?"
"Are you ready?" he asked with the ghost of a smirk across his face.
"Sure," she flushed. He was probably wondering why she was always so loopy around him. Get a grip, Wells. Eyes on the prize. University cheer squad.
For several minutes, Addison blocked everything out and focused on the movements of her arms and thighs. The sound of his voice cheering her on and giving out instructions rolled down her back. As she adjusted to their rhythm, everything else faded away.
"Great job, Addie," Zed called out as he hit the cancel button on his stopwatch. "Look at those split times. That's a record."
Addison stopped rowing and focused on catching her breath. The last thing she wanted to do was pant all over him. Well, that was the first thing she wanted to do, but no way was that happening.
Zed reached over to grab her hand and helped her off the machine. Chivalrous, funny, sweet, and handsome. Life was so not fair.
"How were classes last week?" he asked as they walked over to the water station.
"Good… finished my final exams, and…"
"You had finals?" he cut her off.
"I did. I am officially finished with high school… Well, technically I won't be until graduation next weekend, but the hard part is over!"
"Congratulations." His smile widened as he handed her a cup of water.
Her stomach dove as she looked into his twinkling eyes. Zed was the type of guy a girl like her was supposed to avoid at all costs. He was from the wrong side of Seabrook known as Zombie Town, he didn't go to college after graduating high school, and wasn't from an affluent family. Still… all she wanted to do was throw him into a bed and show him just how much she's been benefiting from their training sessions.
Addison choked on the water.
"Are you okay?" he asked, patting her back.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Holy shit. Her nipple's tightened against her sports bra. No, she was not fine. She was lusting after her personal trainer, and he was pounding on her back because she was a total loser, who couldn't even drink water with him around.
"Good, you had me worried," he whispered as he drew her in a gave her a hug.
Addison smiled as his strong arms held her in place while a good three inches separated them. His arm muscles bunched as he held her tighter. She toppled forward as his quick squeeze caught her off guard.
As she staggered, she landed against his hard chest, and her soft stomach brushed against his cock. Her eyes closed as she struggled to regain her balance. Zed's dick hardened, and she could feel his length press up against her. Her hand itched to crawl inside his joggers and pull it out. Her mouth watered.
"Sorry!" Her eyes widened as she straightened and stepped back. He had his arms around her with an erection. What did that mean? Was he interested in her? Don't be an idiot.
"No worries, Addie." Zed ran a hand through his hair. "Let's get back at it. You've had enough of a break."
Addison nodded her head. "Yeah… you're right."
She needed to get her head out of the clouds. Zed was not interested in her. He must have been looking at someone else. Or thinking about a hottie he'd just fucked. Or he got a woody any time he touched a woman. It didn't mean anything. Hell, as far as she knew, Zed might be gay and lusting after the guy power-lifting behind her.
The next week, Addison watched Zed as he finished with the client before her. She fought against a wave of jealousy as he spotted the woman while she lifted weights.
Did he like the perky blond woman in her early twenties? She was probably closer to his age. If that girl brushed against him would he be hard? The woman looked up at him and giggled.
Zed stood back as the woman stepped toward him. He did it effortlessly to where the woman didn't notice, but Addison caught the brush off. Maybe he wasn't banging her.
As if he could feel her presence, Zed looked over to where she was standing. Once he caught her eye, he smiled and winked. The butterflies in her stomach did somersaults as he patted the woman on the upper arm and then walked to her.
"Hey, Addie."
"Hey, yourself."
He gave her a quick hug, careful to keep his lower body away from hers. "Big week!"
"Yeah," she said, trying to hide her disappointment.
Zed crossed his arms. The muscles in his shoulders flexed against the tight fabric of his black t-shirt. "You don't sound all that excited."
"Oh, I'm plenty excited about graduation…" she smiled. There wasn't a chance in hell she was going to tell him she was only disappointed that she couldn't feel him brush up against her again. After the shitty week she'd had, she was really hoping for a repeat performance.
"What's not to be excited about? I couldn't wait to be finished with high school!"
"Why's that?" she asked. "You were Mr. Big-man on campus, football god."
"You knew who I was?"
She rolled her eyes. "Zed, everyone knew who you were. Even us lowly underclassmen."
He shook his head and smiled. "Cheerleaders were never 'lowly' at Seabrook High. Even the underclassmen."
"I WAS a cheerleader, as in past tense," she reminded him. "And you didn't answer my question."
"Well… let's just say I didn't… don't fit the expected Seabrook mold." He threw her a wink making a small smile pull at the corner of her mouth. "There's that smile…" he said so low she couldn't be sure she actually heard him. "So… what's got you so down?"
"It's nothing… really…" How could she tell him the truth about what was really bothering her… aside from the lack of accidental contact?
"Okay." Zed's eyes dropped as he turned. "Let's get to work."
Addison grabbed his arm. She felt like a bitch for blowing him off when he was just trying to make sure she was okay. He was a terrific personal trainer and coach. He deserved the truth. "Fine, but I'm going to sound ridiculous."
"No, you won't."
"My parents are throwing me a party."
"And you're upset, why?" His eyes searched hers. "It's your graduation. You deserve a party."
She felt her skin heat with embarrassment as she shook her head. "You don't understand… my parents…"
"Are the Mayor and the Chief of Police."
Her mouth dropped open in surprise. "How did you…"
He shrugged his shoulders. "They're elected officials. Everyone knows your parents. Anyway, continue…"
She shook her head and smirked. "My parents invited like, everyone. They're making it this whole big deal, and they're probably just doing it as a campaign thing, but…" she sighed and closed her eyes. "Even though it's been two years, they still aren't comfortable with me showing off my natural hair," she said holding up the ends of her snow-white hair, refusing to open her eyes. "My mom even made an off-hand remark about it being the reason my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, because who could possibly find me attractive anymore and it's no wonder I didn't have a date for prom or my own graduation party..."
"Addison!"
"See, I told you I didn't want to tell you! Now, I sound pathetic!"
"Fuck that." Zed put both hands on her upper arms and looked into her eyes. "You are gorgeous, smart, and way too fucking hard on yourself. Fuck." He shook his head. "Damn it, you made me say fuck three times in one minute. Make that four. That's got to be a record."
"Sorry," she laughed.
"You should be," he smiled, stroking her skin.
She shivered as his rough fingers sent chills down her spine and straight down. Shit. She wanted him. And not just to satisfy an itch. He wasn't just a hot body, he was also genuine and caring. It was totally unfair.
"Where's this party?"
"The Seabrook Yacht Club. Where else?"
"I'll take you."
Addison's jaw dropped open. "What?"
"You need a date. I'm available," he shrugged. "Besides, I'd love to meet your parents… and your cheating ex."
"Why?"
"To see what's wrong with them. They clearly need their heads examined."
Addison's heart pounded against her ribs. She couldn't go on a pretend date with Zed. What would people think? That she was a charity case? "I can't ask you to do that."
"You didn't."
"Whatever, so not the point. What do you get out of it?"
Zed smiled as he ran a finger along her jawline. "A chance to show you just beautiful you really are."
Fuck. Now, Zed had her saying fuck. Her nipple's tightened under her sports bra as she stepped forward. She began to shake. There was no way he wouldn't be able to tell she was totally turned on.
He bent over and whispered in her eat, "You'll be officially out of high school… Be ready for a night of sin and fun… You deserve it."
Addison's pussy clenched at the heat in his eyes. Holy hell. In the three months she'd known him, he'd never turned on his full charm. She'd seen him use it on some of the cheerleaders on the squad when she was a freshman and before she got kicked off sophomore year, but never dreamed she'd be on the receiving end of it. If he asked her to drop her leggings right there, she would have been hard-pressed to tell him no. Even though the gym was filled with people working out.
"What do you say?"
"Yes." God yes.
"Good. Let's get to work." Zed kissed her behind the ear, turned, and walked to the weight machine. "Come on. Quit wasting time."
Addison closed her eyes and counted to ten. What was she doing? She'd never had a one-night stand before. What was she supposed to do?
Saturday night, Addison changed her dress for the fifth time. She'd finally decided on the traditional little black dress, even though she knew it would make her stand out in the sea of pastel the party was bound to be, but she was the black sheep of Seabrook society, it seemed fitting. Her stomach churned as she waited for Zed. Why did I agree to this? This is so stupid. There was no way anyone was going to believe former football god turned sexy personal trainer, Zed Necrodopolus was interested in her, and her family was going to go ballistic.
Turning, she looked at her ass in the mirror making sure her heels made it pop just right.
The clicking of the clock above the mantel was the only sound she heard. It was weird to have the house to herself, but her parents were already at the Yacht Club socializing with their friends.
She jumped when the doorbell rang. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked across the hardwood surface. As she turned the knob, her hand trembled.
"Wow…" she whispered as she got her first look at him. Zed wore black dress slacks and a dark blue, button-down shirt. The shirt was open a couple of buttons, and the sleeves were rolled up showing off the muscles in his forearms. He definitely didn't fit the Seabrook mold.
"Wow, yourself…" his eyes darkened as he surveyed her outfit. "You look delicious, oh I mean gorgeous," he corrected.
Addison smiled. "You don't have to do this." Her pussy throbbed as his gaze stopped at her upper thighs and traveled back to her breasts.
"No, I don't… But I want to." He stepped inside the door and into her space. "Not so fast, we need a practice kiss…"
"I don't think we'll be doing a lot of kissing in front of my parents…" she whispered, but before she could step back, he grabbed her waist.
"Maybe not… but still…"
Her eyes fluttered closed as his mouth descended over hers. For a second, the kiss was chaste until a moan escaped her lips. Then, his hands grabbed onto her ass and he pulled her against his hard erection.
She wanted to drag him upstairs to her bedroom and never leave. Her mouth opened to allow him to deepen the kiss. She trembled against him. Obviously, kissing was going to look believable, because he had somehow managed to convince her that he wanted her.
Zed broke away. "You are delicious." He took her hand in his and smiled. "Let's go."
Zed led her to his vintage mustang. It was obvious he loved his car. Everything about it was restored perfectly. The entire way to the yacht club, Addison had made nervous conversation. She knew he probably thought she was amped up over the party, but that was the least of her concerns. Her real problem was that Zed was going to push her to the edge, and she was terrified she would break. He was the best trainer she had found. She needed him to whip her into perfect shape so she could nail her cheer try-outs. She didn't want to lose him because she couldn't keep her feelings for him to herself.
Now that they had arrived and were standing outside the door, Addison wanted to bolt. To pretend they'd never kissed. To go back to the way they'd been earlier that week. Zed was going to turn her into one of those needy girls she despised, and he was pretending to be her boyfriend. She wasn't equipped for playing games.
Zed opened the door and waited for her to go inside. Once she passed, he shut the door behind them.
"Addison, darling!" her mother called out, waving her over to the table she was sitting at with her father and her ex-boyfriend, Jacey. His eyes went wide as he saw Zed walking with her.
Zed's hand was on the small of her back. Once they reached their table, Zed looked Jacey up and down. "Zed Necrodopolus," he said, holding out his hand.
Addison's parents looked at their daughter with wide eyes as Jacey stood up and shook Zed's hand.
"Kevin Jacey… you played football for the Mighty Shrimp, didn't you?"
"I did. And you were a cheerleader, weren't you?"
"I was… if you'll excuse me," he said, walking off abruptly.
"Nice to meet you," he called out before turning and smiling at Addison's parents. "Nice to meet you as well, Mayor Wells, Chief Wells."
Her father shook his hand skeptically. "Addison, dear, you didn't tell us you were bringing someone."
"You didn't ask… and it is my party."
"You're right, darling," Missy said as her eyes locked on Zed's arm as it wrapped around Addison's waist. "It's nice to meet you, Zed. You two mingle and enjoy yourselves… if you'll excuse us," she said, standing up and grabbing her husband's arm, pulling him away.
When they were far enough away, Zed leaned over and licked along her earlobe. "You ready to enjoy yourself? Your mom told us to."
"Zed… this isn't a good idea," she sighed, melting into him.
"Yes, it is." Zed's hand laced through her hair as he pulled her lips to his. "I can't seem to get enough of you."
"Yeah, that is a problem…" Shit. She was screwed. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at his mouth. Then, she stood on her tiptoes to meet his mouth. Zed turned his head to give himself better access to her mouth as his tongue dove past her lips to dance with her tongue.
Zed's hands skated along the fabric of her dress to pull her closer. The world faded away. He was the only thing she could see or feel. He was bigger than life. Vivid. Strong. Sensitive. Zed was everything rolled into one delectable man. There was no way she would be able to turn him down. Fuck, she didn't even want to.
As the night wore on, they chatted with some of her friends, fed each other, and danced. By the time the party started to wind down, she was a melted, gooey, hot mess over him. Addison had never wanted anyone or anything as desperately as she wanted him. Zed was like a drug that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to give up.
"Come to my place," Zed whispered to her while they danced the last song of the night.
"Yes."
He blinked. "You're serious?"
"God, yes. You wouldn't be able to pry me off of you."
"Fuck…" Zed shuddered. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and ignored Jacey as he tried to get their attention. "Don't look at anyone. I don't want you to change your mind."
Addison giggled. Zed wanted her. Maybe it was just for one night, but they were both going to see stars.
A sweat broke out down Addison's back as they drove. Again, she was at a loss for words. It wasn't like they were strangers. They'd spoken to each other almost every week for close to four months, but introducing sex into the mix had her thoughts jumbled.
"How's your sister?" she asked to break up the silence.
"She's great. Actually, she wanted me to thank you for the cheer tips, they've really helped."
"I'm glad they worked for her…" she was silent again for a moment before asking, "What's it like to have a sibling so much younger?"
Even in the dark, his smile took her breath away. "It's the best. I get to help her with all kinds of things, like riding her bike, and teaching her about all the things I had to learn the hard way…"
"That sounds amazing. I was an only child. I always begged for a sibling. All I had was an overbearing bossy older cousin."
"Bucky?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Yeah… he was your year. Did you know him?"
"Everyone knew Bucky," he laughed humorlessly. "And he may have warned everyone on the football team to keep their eyes off of you or he would shove a spirit stick somewhere rather unpleasant."
Addison rolled her eyes. "That definitely sounds like him. Jacey was the only guy that ever got his approval... But then the wig came off and…" she shrugged. "I didn't really need my cousin scaring guys off anymore after that."
Zed pulled in front of a small duplex and stopped the car, turning in his seat to face her. "Their loss… you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
A small smile spread across her face.
He reached out and ran his thumb down her cheek. "Addie?"
"Y-yes?"
He tilted her chin to face him. "I promise I'll be gentle with you."
"God, you are so fucking sweet…"
A wicked smile pulled at his lips. "Unless you want it rough."
A surge of adrenaline coursed through her body. He definitely wasn't from the right side of Seabrook. She fought to catch her breath. Gentle was all she'd ever known. She didn't want gentle, but how could she tell him that?
"You want it rough?"
She swallowed as she jerked her head up and down.
"Good." Zed opened the door, walked to her side, and helped her get out. When he slammed the door shut behind them, he pulled her into him. "You're going to fucking love what I do to you."
Addison tripped as she tried to keep calm, but there was no denying how uncool she was about him. She wanted him bad.
They didn't speak until they made it inside the door. The house was dark except for a light in the living room. While everything was tidy and clean, it had a manly feel to it.
"Addison, I'm going to do some dirty things to you. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"What do you like?"
"Uh… Anything?"
"Not good enough," Zed said as he walked her into the kitchen and tore his shirt off. The buttons dropped to the floor and one rolled under the refrigerator.
Addison was speechless as he stood in front of her. He was all abs and tattoos. Fuck. Her panties were drenched.
"Say it."
"Say what?" her legs felt like Jell-O.
"What do you want?"
She stared at the kitchen counter. She'd fantasized about one day being taken from behind, but how did she say that to a guy?
"You want the counter?"
"Yes," she squeaked out.
"Rough?" Zed's eyes raked over her body.
"Fuck, yes," she practically moaned. "Pound into me with your hard cock." Her hands flew to her mouth.
"Don't be ashamed. I would love to fill your pussy," Zed said as he turned her to face the kitchen counter. "No foreplay. Just hard, rough sex."
Addison shook as his hands ripped her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.
"You're gorgeous," he grabbed her tits from behind and massaged them as he ground his dick into her ass. As his fingers slipped inside the silk fabric of her bra, he pinched her nipples.
She moaned and arched against him. "Fuck that feels good… I've never…."
"You haven't felt anything yet." His hands stroked down her body until he reached her panties. He pulled them down her legs until he reached her knees, then he used his foot to drag them down to her ankles. Addison stepped out of them.
"Put your head down on the counter and spread your legs."
Addison shook with desire as her face rested on the cold countertop.
"Not far enough." Zed's legs pushed hers farther apart. "I want to see that sweet pussy of yours." He dropped to his knees behind her, and stroked his tongue along her pussy.
"Oh. My. God."
Zed's hand traveled up her leg. Once he reached her opening, he dove inside.
"Yes!" she quivered as two of his fingers began to thrust in and out of her.
When she began to wiggle, he commanded, "Don't move."
Her legs quaked as she tried to keep from moving against him, but it felt so good. It had been so long, and never like this. The few times she and Jacey had been intimate it had always been in a bed with the lights off and missionary style. This… this was amazing. Addison heard the zipper of his pants and the tear of a condom.
"I'm going to fuck you, but you're not going to move. You got that?"
"Y-yes."
"If you move, I'm going to spank that tight ass of yours."
"N-no," she shook.
"I said, don't move." He gave her ass a loud smack.
"Holy shit!" juices ran down her inner thighs.
Zed positioned his dick against her entrance and thrust inside.
"Fuck!" she moaned, careful not to move.
"Good girl," he said as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her pussy.
With each thrust, he filled her full, and with each withdrawal of his hips, his cock rubbed against her g-spot. Zed's rhythm was earth-shatteringly, mind-fuckingly slow. He was killing her with his precision. She wanted more. Faster. Harder. If only she could show him how she wanted it.
"Too slow, baby?"
"Yes."
"Too soft?"
"Goddammit, yes!"
He grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. Her face was smashed into the counter with each deep stroke. She'd never been so raw and exposed before. It was out of this world.
"Let go, Addie. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock as you come undone."
"Shit…" she strained to meet his thrust. It wasn't hard enough. His hand smacked against her ass cheek loudly. "I'm almost there."
"God, you are so fucking hot. I love your pussy… and your ass." Zed continued to thrust into her.
"Now, Zed! Smack my ass and make me cum!" His hand struck her again as his balls hit against her clit repeatedly. Her pussy clenched down hard around his shaft as she yelled out.
"Fuck, Addie!" he growled. "So fucking tight…" he thrust into her one more time before he followed her over the edge. He collapsed against her and bit her shoulder. "That was… fucking amazing."
"Wow…" she couldn't find the words as she laid there exhausted. She had no idea what was next, but Zed Necrodopolus had just ruined her for anyone else.
The next week when she arrived at the gym, Addison headed to the manager's office instead of going to find Zed. Her parents didn't want her to work with him anymore. Even if they hadn't read her the riot act the day after the party, she couldn't work with him anymore. It would be too awkward for him to have her drooling all over him. Zed might be able to have a one-night stand and think nothing of it, but she wasn't built that way.
As she waited for the manager to finish a conversation, she ran a hand through her hair and tried to block out her thoughts of Zed. Sadly, his chiseled body embracing her was never out of her mind.
Addison knew it had been a chicken-shit thing to do, but she'd called an Uber as soon as he'd fallen asleep and fled the scene. She was as bad as a drunk driver leaving the scene of a fender bender and pretending it never happened.
"Addie?"
Her entire body froze for several seconds before she could gather the courage to turn. Damn him. Zed walked towards her with a swagger that she knew without a doubt that he could back up. "H-hi…"
"What are you doing?" he stopped inched in front of her. He clearly had no concept of boundaries.
"I'm changing trainers."
"I see…" Zed crossed his arms. "I didn't peg you for a coward."
"I'm not," she said as her jaw tightened.
"Could have fooled me. First, you snuck off in the middle of the night, and now you're switching trainers to avoid me."
"I'm trying to save us both the hassle of pretending nothing happened."
"Who says we're going to pretend it didn't happen?"
Addison rubbed her forehead. "Listen, Zed… one-night stands and knock your socks off sex might be something you're used to, but I've only been with one other person and it only happened two times two years ago...I've never had casual sex."
"Woah. I'm stuck on several things here that need clarifying. For one, it wasn't a one-night stand."
"It wasn't?"
"No, because we're going to do it again."
"Why?"
Zed flashed her a cocky grin. "Because I knocked your socks off, why else?"
Addison smacked him on the arm. "Quit being so cocky."
"You like it," he whispered, taking a step closer.
"Yeah." She wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. She liked his confidence. She could feel his breath on her as he exhaled. Zed took up so much space.
"Good." He bent down to whisper in her ear. "So… Tell me about this one guy only twice followed by two years of sexual abstinence thing… I'm a little intrigued to find out that I'm the first guy to break down those walls."
Addison shivered. "Jacey and I only had sex because it was my birthday. It went so poorly the first time that we tried again the following weekend. The next week was homecoming and the whole wig thing happened… there was no one else after that."
"Now I have to knock your socks off again. Come to my place after our session. I've got more tricks up my sleeve." Zed tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're too sexy to settle for mediocre sex. Let me take care of all your needs."
"I shouldn't…" All her needs taken care of? How could she possibly say no?
"Live a little," he whispered before nipping her earlobe.
"Damn you…" her nipples tightened as his touch sent an electric spark straight to her clit. The man knew a thing or two about seduction and she was more than willing to let him teach her.
"Say yes."
"Yes."
"Good." He looked down at her breasts. "I'll start by sucking your beautiful tits and work my way down to your delicious pussy…"
Addison closed her eyes.
"Are you ready to cum three times in fifteen minutes?"
Her eyes popped open. "Not possible."
Zed stared at her lips. "Challenge accepted."
Fuck. There was no doubt in her mind that once Zed declared or accepted a challenge that he would succeed.
"Addison?" the manager called. "Did you need something?"
"N-no…" Addison's hands shook with desire as Zed's eyes devoured her. He dared her to walk away from him, and she couldn't do it. She was going to get her heart shattered beyond repair but being with him was proving to be as necessary as breathing.
When the manager walked away, Zed said, "Instead of changing trainers, I think we need to increase our sessions… really get you ready for those try-outs at Seabrook U… How about three days a week here at the gym and then back at my place for stretches?"
"Fuck, you're evil…" Addison shook her head and smiled. "But I think I could use some extra attention."
"Excellent." Zed smacked her ass. "Get to work. You can't work up a sweat just standing here."
"Oh, you are so wrong about that. My panties are drenched just talking to you."
Zed's eyes glazed over. "Then, let's get started. I'm dying to get back inside you."
Addison inhaled as she followed him to the weight bench. With each step, her swollen pussy lips slid against each other in anticipation. Working out while Zed watched was taking on a whole new meaning. Would he be willing to eat her pussy on one of the benches? Too bad the place was full of people.
Maybe they could change the hours of her sessions.
Three weeks later, Addison frowned as she hung up her phone.
"What is it?" Zed asked as he pulled her against his chest.
She sighed as she snuggled closer to Zed's warm body and traced one of his tattoos. It was wrong, and it was stupid, but she couldn't get enough of him. She hired him to get her into the best shape of her life so she could make the college cheer squad. Sure they'd had a lot of fun together the last few weeks, but that's all it was for him… fun. And now… she was going to have to end it. Her heart ripped in two. "Squad lineup is posted."
Zed pulled away. "Already?"
She nodded, fighting off the tears that threatened to spill. "I have to go over to campus and look." She got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to get dressed, not daring to look behind her. When she was finally put back together, she walked into Zed's living room only to find him standing there with no shirt on eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She bit back a laugh. He was too adorable for his own good sometimes and it only pulled at her heart more.
"Hey, stop looking at me like that. I need protein. You're trying to kill me."
"It's going to be a slow and delicious death." She put her hands on her hips and looked around. "Would you mind giving me a ride back to my car at the gym?"
"On one condition..." He kissed her before he pulled his shirt on over his head.
"What's that?"
"That you drive straight back here from campus so we can celebrate," he said with a wink that made her knees buckle.
"I don't even know if I made the team."
"It doesn't matter. You worked your ass off and you should be proud of yourself. We're celebrating either way."
She gave him a tight smile. "Thanks for helping me along the way."
"What are friends for?"
Friends? Why did that make her eyes sting? Because she was in love with him? She growled. Way to go Addison.
"What?"
"Nothing." Friends? She'd just been shoved into the friends with benefits zone.
Addison's heart raced as she walked up the steps of Zed's house, dread and excitement battling inside her. She didn't bother to knock as she opened the door and walked in. "Zed?"
"Back here," he called out.
She took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen.
He turned the water off and dried his hands. "So…" he asked her with a large expectant smile.
Addison bit her lip, unable to hold off the tears that started to fall.
"Aww…" he crossed the kitchen quickly and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head. "I'm so sorry. I know how much you wanted this."
She shook her head and looked up at him with tears streaming down her face. "...I made it…"
Zed's face lit up. "Addie!" He picked her up and swung her around. "That's amazing! Why are you crying?"
"Because now…" she bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes. It was now or never. "Now you don't have to pretend to want to be with me."
He set her back down on her feet and lifted her chin, making her look at him. "Is that what you think?"
She nodded.
Zed ran his hands through his hair. "Addie…" he stepped out of her reach. "The only thing I have ever pretended was that I didn't want to be with you. The first three months we worked together were torture."
"What?"
"Addison…" he exhaled in frustration before grabbing her face and pulling her in for a rough kiss. When they were both breathless he rested his forehead against hers. "I always thought you were beautiful… but the Homecoming game my senior year… when you stood in front of the entire school and half the town and pulled off that blonde wig you'd been wearing? You were so brave and honest… and gorgeous. There was finally someone else not afraid to be who they were and push back against the expectations this town forces… But, I never thought I'd have a chance with you. Then… you showed up at the gym out of the blue, and I got a second chance to actually get to know you… Addison, I love you."
She pulled away and stared into his eyes. "Wow…"
"Wow? That's all you can say?"
"Zed… I never thought I'd have a chance with you. Wow is all I have at the moment. Unless you'd prefer holy shit because that is also popping into my head."
He laughed and hugged her tighter. "I think I'll stick with wow. But is it a good wow, or a bad wow?"
"Good wow." She snuggled closer to him. "Zed, I love you too."
Zed rested his forehead against hers again and smiled as he twisted a piece of her snow-white hair around his fingers. "To me, you've always been perfect."
"You are so sweet."
"Sweet?" He rolled his eyes and grabbed her hips to press his hard cock against her stomach.
"Fine, you aren't sweet. You fuck like the devil… and you're sweet," Addison laughed as he turned her around and placed her hands on the counter.
"Don't move."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Addison closed her eyes as a thrill went down her spine. Zed was all hers. His hand wrapped into her hair and pulled her head back so that he could bite down on the soft flesh of her neck.
"You ready for me to knock your socks off, Gorgeous?"
"Zed, everything you do knocks my socks off."
He laughed and crashed his lips down onto hers. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Every time I've tried to write a one-shot, it's ended up being a full saga, so I'm super proud of myself for FINALLY writing one!
This all started because of an instagram chat with WE STAN A MANHEIM and a picture of Milo from Z3 rehearsals. Thanks for the inspiration and for the help searching for the perfect cover pic!
Feel free to leave me your thoughts!