M content (or shameless SMUT for 2000 words. promise more plot development in the next chapters. Enjoy!)
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She woke up alone in bed. She stretched her arms and legs before standing up. She grabbed John's green polo lying around. She stopped by the bathroom before getting downstairs. Her bruises from the car crash were fading away; she should be good looking with a bit of make up tomorrow at the party. She was surprise when he asked her to join him at the party and felt a bit stressed about the thought of meeting John's friends. After all, they were not officially anything more than friends with benefits. She entered the kitchen where he was busy and hugged John from behind.
"Pancakes? What do I owe the pleasure?" she said.
"No reason, sleepyhead. You slept well?" he asked.
"Yeah, I always sleep so well after such a good workout," she replied.
He turned around and lifted her to sit her on the kitchen counter, standing between her opened legs. He dropped his spatula so both of his hands run over her tights. She grabbed the back of his neck as she kissed him deeply.
"What are your plans for the day? I have a day off; I thought we could spend it together," he asked.
"I have a translation due at 3pm and cheer practice at 5pm. I'll probably go work from my place. But we can meet after, if it is fine with you."
"You can work here, I won't bother you. Only during your breaks," he said as he kissed her once more.
His hands slipped under his shirt she was wearing, caressing her body. He grabbed her butt cheeks and dragged her toward the edge of the counter, slowly grinding himself on her. He lowered his pyjama pants just enough he could free his already hard erection. She held onto his shoulders as he rubbed his tip along her soaking wet fold. He pushed forward and entered her slowly. Her grip tightened on his arms as his thrusts were slow, yet powerful.
Her head dropped back as she felt pleasure quickly overwhelming her; more and more moans escaped her lips. He buried his head in the nook of her neck, occasionnaly kissing and bitting her skin as he restrained his desire to pound restlessly into her.
"John?" she said, worries in her voice.
"Mhh?" he raised his head, but quickly followed her gaze toward the stove, where the last pancake was burning. He reached for the pan to push it away and shut the stove off, never stopping his movements.
He grabbed her under her butt cheek and moved her, pushing her back to the wall, just next to the counter. His thrusts were deeper, hitting her at the right spot every time. Her head dropped forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, moaning as she felt her pleasure built with every movement. After he felt her body shake, he hit his point of no return as he groaned loudly.
She raised her head and looked deeply in his eyes. She was tempted to say those three important words, but she bit the inside of her cheeks. She was just caught in the moment; she could not truly feel like that toward him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, as if he could read his mind.
"Yeah, are you joining me in the shower?" she replied.
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At 5pm sharp, Alice was at Burbanks High School's gym, coaching her cheer team. The weather was nice so she decided to send the athletes run outside, on the track field. She was on the side of the track, looking at her plan for the training when her phone rang. She looked at his: Unknown Caller, so she did not answered and put her phone back in her pocket.
Sarah had just arrived to run around and keep an eye on the perimeter. The team was sent to work on coed stunts, Alice's phone rang again. Casey was looking at her from a car park nearby and saw her answered. He quickly put his headphone on and listened the phone call.
"Hi?" she said as she didn't know who was calling.
"Alice? Hi, I hope I am not interrupting," a man's voice said.
"Spencer? Well, I'm coaching right now. Can I call you back?"
"You still coach?" he replied.
"Can we talk after? Now is not a good time," she said before she hung up.
She turned around and rolled her eyes, sighing. Every time she was seeing someone new, Spencer would come back. At first, she thought her ex was stalking her, but when she was thinking about his situation, she understood he probably just felt lonely. He didn't have a lot of friends, and even though they were not a couple anymore, they still got along pretty well.
Casey put his headphone down, growling. His fingers instinctively ran over the keyboard and tried to find a Spencer, no family name. He tried to trace the phone number but could not get any location. How odd, he thought. He was starting to think he was too emotionally involved with Alice to do his job effectively. If Sam Smith was after him, Alice could really be in danger. Casey did not tell Chuck and Sarah the whole truth about his relationship with Sam, but his fears were not vain.
From the end of the bleachers, Spencer was sitting down, never leaving Alice from his gaze, although she could not see him. He wrote something in his notebook before taking off. In his black book, he had every little detail from Alice's day to day life. From the apartment he took at the building facing Alice's, he saw she was with someone new but still believe she would come back to him. In no time, Spencer had been able to identify his nemesis as John Casey, salesman at the Buy More of all things. He knew he was better than this Casey. Better for her. He would have to find a way for her to come back. By any means necessary.
