KNOCK HER SOCKS OFF
The Flip Side of Knock Your Socks Off
Zed Necrodopolus watched as Addison Wells waved to a few of the regulars at the gym while she weaved her way through the equipment. From where he stood by the row machines, Zed had a clear view of her. Addison was a total knockout. Her white hair and bright blue eyes complemented her fair complexion perfectly. A lot of people in town turned their noses up at her for having the audacity to show her naturally white hair off, but he loved it.
"Addie, over here!"
"Hey, Zed," she waved and walked to meet him.
"How war last week? I'm sorry I couldn't make our session." Zed had been sick as a dog. If he could have stood without wanting to vomit, he would have been there. Seeing Addison on Wednesdays was the highlight of his week.
"It's fine. I understand." Addison put her hands on her hips. "Willa took me through the paces."
"Good. I hope she wasn't too rough on you," he smiled. He'd asked for Willa Lykenson to fill in for him. Not only because Willa was a great trainer, but also because she was female. Zed didn't want to share Addison with another guy. Not that she would ever take him seriously. He was older than her and she was still in high school. Not to mention the fact that her elected official parents would never approve.
"No, she was fine. No strained muscles or puking in a bucket."
"Excellent." Zed put his arm around her and rubbed her upper arm.
"Are you feeling better?"
"God, yes. I felt like warmed-over death 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.
Was she looking at his crotch? Get a grip. Just because he wanted her to notice him didn't mean she ever would. Since the day she had walked into the gym, he'd only had eyes for her. Hell, he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her when he was in high school. But, much like then, Addison Wells was well out of his league. That didn't keep his dick from noticing though. He shifted his hips to move his erection and make it a little less noticeable.
"Ready?"
"What?" Addison asked.
"Are you ready?" There were times when she seemed interested in him, but he was never positive. Forget it. Addison wasn't interested in some guy from the wrong side of town who had to skip college so he could help take care of his little sister after their mom died. She was beautiful, and had her life together, and had her whole future planned out. A future that definitely did not involve someone like him.
"Sure."
For several minutes, Zed blocked everything out and focused on what he was paid to do. His job was to watch Addison's technique and provide direction and encouragement. It was not to lust after her.
In the three months since she'd started training, Addison had made tremendous progress. Zed was proud of her.
"Great job, Addie," he called out as he hit the cancel button on his stopwatch. "Look at those split times. That's a record."
Addison stopped rowing and tried to catch her breath. He forced his eyes off her heaving chest. The last thing he wanted to do was degrade her as a person. She was so much more than a beautiful body.
Zed reached over to grab her hand to help her off the machine. Even though he shouldn't, he couldn't stop touching her. Why in the hell none of the other trainers called him on it, he had no idea. It wasn't like he helped any of his other clients off their machines.
"How were classes last week?" he asked.
"Good… finished my final exams, and…"
"You had finals?" he cut her off as they walked to the water station. He knew the summer was quickly approaching, but finals meant…
"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!" she answered, almost as if she were reading his mind.
"Congratulations," he smiled wide as he handed her a cup of water. How she always managed to stay positive when so many people tried to drag her down, was beyond him. She was awe-inspiring.
Addison choked down the water.
"Are you okay?" Zed patted her back. Her choking was just another reason for him to put his hands on her and have a built-in excuse. God, he was an asshole.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Good, you had me worried." He drew her in and gave her a hug.
Why the fuck couldn't he stop touching her? His boss would fire him if she complained. But it would be worth it… even if he did really need this job.
Addison sighed as his strong arms held her in place with a good three inches separating them. But it wasn't close enough. His arm muscles bunched and drew her in tighter. Addison 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. Fuck. Like he wasn't hard enough. The second her body rubbed against him, his dick grew hard enough to drive a nail.
There was no way she wouldn't realize he was jonesing for her. Would Addison ask for a different trainer? If she did, he would deserve it.
"Sorry!" Addison's eyes widened as she straightened and stepped back.
"No worries, Addie." He ran a hand through his hair. It was clear that she wasn't interested in him. He needed to stop shoving himself in her face."Let's get back at it. You've had enough of a break."
Addison nodded her head. "Yeah… you're right."
Zed needed to get his head out of the clouds. She was paying him to get her back into cheer shape so she could make the college squad. She would never see him as anything but her trainer. He shuddered. If he ever had the chance to be with her, he would fuck her for hours.
Sinking into Addison's hot pussy would be a dream come true. He should know. He woke up every night with an erection that wouldn't stop. His damn hand was calloused from jerking off to dreams of her.
The next week, Zed spotted Lacey McCarthy as she lifted weights. Lacey was around his age with blond hair and a bubbly personality. If he were smart, he would be interested in Lacey instead of Addison. Lacey made it very clear that she was interested and available. But Zed wasn't smart.
He stood back as Lacey stepped toward him. He did it effortlessly to where Lacey didn't even notice. He'd brushed off more women in his life than he could count. However, insulting Lacey was not on his list of things to do, now would he lead her on.
As if he could feel Addison's presence, Zed looked over to where she was standing. He smiled and winked at her. She was perfect in her tight leggings and sports bra. His fingers itched to get inside all that spandex and explore. Everywhere.
After he said his goodbye to Lacey, he walked over to Addison. "Hey, Addie."
"Hey, yourself."
"Big week!" he gave her a quick hug but was careful to keep his lower body away from hers. He couldn't afford a repeat of the week before.
"Yeah," she frowned.
"You don't sound all that excited." He crossed his arms. The muscles in his shoulders flexed against the tight fabric of his black t-shirt. The name of the gym was on the left side of his chest.
"Oh, I'm plenty excited about graduation…" she smiled.
He could tell it wasn't genuine. When Addison smiled, she lit up the room and took his breath away. "What's not to be excited about?" he asked, trying to get her to open up to him. "I couldn't wait to be finished with high school!"
"Why's that?" she asked. "You were Mr. Big-man on campus, football god."
His eyes widened slightly at her words. Holy shit. She had noticed him. "You knew who I was?"
Addison 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."
There was no way he was going to tell her that the real reason he was anxious for high school to end was so that he could get a job and help his dad. There had been a time when Zed loved the fact that he was the star quarterback, but that was before his mom got sick. By the time senior year rolled around, he was needed at home more than on the field. If it hadn't been for the fact that being on the team gave him an excuse to see Addison, he would have quit. She was the one thing that kept him going. "Well… let's just say I didn't… don't fit the expected Seabrook mold." It wasn't a lie, but it was safer than the truth. He threw her a wink that made a small smile pull at the corner of her mouth. He sighed in relief. "There's that smile…" he whispered to himself. She was so achingly beautiful when she smiled. "So… what's got you down?"
"It's nothing… really…"
Lies. He thought to himself. He wanted her to trust him. He wanted her to feel comfortable opening up to him. He wanted her. But… he knew she didn't feel the same. His eyes dropped as he turned around. The fact that Addison didn't trust him enough to tell him what was eating at her was harder to swallow than he'd expected. As much as he had been telling himself that he didn't have a chance with her, deep down, a part of him had thought he did. Damn. He didn't expect that realization to hurt as bad as it did. "Let's get to work."
Addison grabbed his arm. "Fine, but I'm going to sound ridiculous."
"No, you won't."
"My parents are throwing me a party."
That was not what he was expecting. "And you're upset why?" He searched her eyes, practically begging for her to elaborate. "It's your graduation. You deserve a party."
Addison flushed. "You don't understand… my parents…"
Things began to click into place. "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 practically whispered, holding up the ends of her beautiful 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!" How could she not know she was the most gorgeous woman in the world. He would have asked her to prom if he thought for a second she would have said yes.
"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." Zed 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." Addison laughed.
"You should be." He stroked her skin. He inhaled when Addison shivered. Her body hadn't gotten the message that time not to respond to him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was attracted to him. That was something he could work with. Addison deserved to be swept off her feet. At least for one night.
"Where's this party?"
"The Seabrook Yacht Club. Where else?"
He took a deep breath. It was past time he did something for himself. Something that he wanted. "I'll take you."
"What?" Addison's mouth dropped.
"You need a date. I'm available," Zed shrugged, trying to hide the fact that his heart was beating out of his chest. "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."
"I can't ask you to do that."
"You didn't."
"Whatever. That's 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 how beautiful you really are."
Addison's nipples tightened under her sports bra as he stepped forward. As she shivered, his cock jumped. Addison wanted him. Maybe they could both get what they desired for a change.
He bent over and whispered in her ear, "You'll be officially out of high school… Be ready for a night of sin and fun… You deserve it."
From Addison's expression, Zed could tell that his words went straight to her pussy. Were her lips swollen with desire for him? How quickly could he make her cum as he flicked her clit with his tongue? He was betting seconds.
"What do you say?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's get to work." Zed kissed her ear, turned, and walked to the weight machine before he could do something even stupider than ask her out, like pin her against the wall and take her right there in the middle of the gym. "Come on. Quit wasting time."
Saturday night, Zed counted to ten as he stood in front of Addison's doorway. He needed to get some control of his emotions and libido, or he was going to come off like an enthusiastic puppy or a psychotic stalker. The thought of being with Addison made him nervous. What if she thought he was a creep for being so much older than her? She was a very recent, as in that morning, high school graduate and he graduated when she was a sophomore. Hell, what if he didn't do something right?
When Addison opened the door, his mouth dried. She wore a little black dress that showed off more leg than he'd seen since she used to wear those tiny cheer skirts. Could they skip the party? He wanted to sink into her and forget the world.
"Wow…" Addison whispered.
He was wearing black dress pants and a dark blue, button-down shirt. The shirt was open a couple of buttons, and the sleeves were rolled up showing off his forearms. He was worried that Addison would be embarrassed if he didn't wear the typical Seabrook uniform of pastel on pastel, but… he was who he was… and judging from Addison's wardrobe choice, they were cut from the same cloth. "Wow, yourself," his eyes darkened, taking her all in. "You look delicious…" he caught himself and quickly corrected, "oh, I mean gorgeous."
She smiled up at him. "You don't have to do this."
His gaze stopped at her upper thighs and traveled back to her breasts. "No, I don't… but I want to."
Zed stepped inside the door and into her space.
"Not so fast, we need a practice kiss," he said.
"I don't think we'll be doing a lot of kissing in front of my parents…" she whispered.
Before she could step back, he grabbed her waist. Addison needed to know how he felt. He didn't want her to be mistaken about his intent. "Maybe not… but still..."
Addison's eyes fluttered closed as his mouth descended over hers. For a second, the kiss was chaste until a moan escaped her lips. Then, Zed's hands grabbed onto her ass and pulled her against his hard erection. He couldn't get enough of her. She was the most beautiful person, inside and out, that he had ever seen. Her mouth opened to allow his tongue to explore and taste her. She quaked against him. Obviously, kissing was going to look believable.
Zed broke away. "You are delicious." Then he grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
His car was an emerald green vintage mustang, that he took meticulous care of. The entire way to the yacht club, he could tell Addison was nervous. Was she nervous about the crowd of people her parents wanted to parade her in front of? Or was she worried about what people would say about her being with him?
His stomach clenched. Would she be able to get over their age and social gap? Because he was falling for her fast. This was not a one-night stand for him. He wanted it to be the start of something extraordinary.
After they arrived, he opened the door to the hoity-toity club and waited for her to go inside. Once Addison passed, he shut the door behind them. Here goes nothing…
"Addison, darling!" her mother called out, waving her over to the table she was sitting at with Addison's father and a younger man who vaguely looked familiar. The younger man stood up with wide eyes.
Zed's hand was on the small of Addison's back. Once they reached the table, Zed looked the other man up and down. "Zed Necrodopolus," he said, holding his hand out.
"Kevin Jacey…" The man said, shaking his hand. The name clicked. Addison's ex-boyfriend.
"… you played football for the Mighty Shrimp, didn't you?" Jacey asked, his voice quivering with a tinge of nervousness. Zed might have graduated a few years ago, but it was nice to know his reputation still held strong.
"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."
Zed smirked to himself. That's my girl.
"You're right, darling," her mother said as her eyes locked on Zed's arm as it was wrapped around her daughter'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 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. He loved the feel of her feeling so comfortable in his arms.
"Yes, it is." His 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…"
Addison's breath caught in her throat as she stared at his mouth. Then, she stood on her tiptoes to meet his lips. Zed turned his head to give himself better access to her mouth as his tongue dove past her lips to dance with her tongue.
His hands skated along the fabric of her dress to pull her closer. The world faded away and she was the only thing he could see or feel. Addison was brighter than the sun, beautiful, brave, smart, and determined. She was everything all rolled into one delectable woman. There was no way he could stop wanting her. Fuck, he didn't even want to try.
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, he was about to melt into a puddle at her feet. She owned him. He had never wanted anyone the way he wanted her. Addison was like a drug that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to give up.
"Come to my place," he whispered to her while they danced to the last song of the night.
"Yes."
Zed blinked. "You're serious?" Most girls in Seabrook would never agree to go to Zombie Town.
"God, yes. You won't be able to pry me off 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.
Maybe it was just for one night, but they were both going to see stars.
Zed discreetly wiped his sweaty hands on the steering wheel as he drove her to his place. For the first time, he questioned what he was doing. Zed wasn't interested in a one-night stand. If that was all Addison wanted, it was going to destroy him. But what choice did he have?
"How's your sister?" Addison asked.
Zed smiled. "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…"
He stole a glance in her direction when she was silent again.
"What's it like to have a sibling so much younger? She finally asked.
He smiled again before looking back at the road. "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?" Zed hadn't thought about Bucky Buchanan in years.
"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." And by everyone, he meant Zed.
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 his duplex and stopped the car, turning in his seat to face her. He wanted to tell her that he fell for her the second she stood in front of the whole town and ripped that stupid blonde wig off her head. Instead, he played it safe. "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 put his hand on her face and 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. Addison Wells was definitely not the typical Seabrook girl. "Unless you want it rough."
He watched as she fought to catch her breath. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his body as he realized that no one had ever asked her that.
Zed didn't want gentle, but he would let her make the choice.
"You want it rough?"
Addison swallowed as she jerked her head up and down.
"Good." He opened the door, walked to her side, and waited for her to hop out. Then, he slammed the door shut. "You're going to fucking love what I do to you."
They didn't speak until they made it inside the door. The house was dark except for a light in the living room. He did a quick scan to make sure things were tidy and clean.
"Addison, I'm going to do some dirty things to you. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"What do you like?"
"Uh? Anything?"
"Not good enough," he said as he walked her into the kitchen and tore his shirt off. The buttons popped in protest and dropped to the floor.
Addison was speechless as he stood in front of her. He knew she was studying his abs and tattoos. Was she wet?
"Say it."
"Say what?"
"What do you want?"
Zed watched her intently as her eyes moved to the kitchen counter.
"You want the counter?"
"Yes." The squeak in her voice was adorable.
"Rough?"
"Fuck, yes," she 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," he said as he turned her to face the kitchen counter. "No foreplay. Just hard, rough sex."
He could feel her shaking as his hands ripped her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.
"You're gorgeous," his hands grabbed her perfect tits from behind and massaged them as he ground his dick against her ass. She was even more perfect than he could have imagined. His fingers slipped inside the silk fabric of her bra and he pinched her nipples.
"Fuck that feels good," Addison moaned as she arched against him.
"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 your pussy." He dropped to his knees behind her, and stroked his tongue along her pussy. Her taste washed over his tongue, making him bite back a moan.
"Oh. My. God."
His hand traveled up her toned leg. Once he reached her wet pussy, he dove inside.
"Yes!"
She quivered as he thrust two fingers deep inside of her. She started wiggling. "Don't move," he commanded.
Her legs quaked as she tried to keep from moving against him. As he straightened to stand behind her again, the only sound in the room was her ragged breath and the sound of his zipper as he undid his pants and pulled out his cock.
He wanted to give her an experience that she'd never had. As soon as he'd seen the flash of desire in her eyes when he'd mentioned the word rough, he knew that he had to be the one in control. The one to call the shots.
Addison was used to being the strong one. The one that took care of herself. Zed would show her what it meant to surrender. To be cherished. To be driven fucking wild.
"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 swat.
"Holy shit!"
Zed smirked, loving that she had a naughty side. He positioned his dick against her entrance and shoved inside.
"Fuck!" she moaned, but was careful not to move.
"Good girl." He began to slowly stroke in and out of her.
With each thrust, he filled her full, and with each withdrawal of his hips, his cock rubbed against her g spot. His rhythm was earth-shatteringly, mind-fuckingly slow. He wanted to kill her with his precision until she couldn't take it anymore. Until Addison begged for release. Zed wanted to make her his. Just like he was all hers.
"Too slow, baby?"
"Yes."
"Too soft?"
"Goddamnit, yes!"
Fuck. Zed grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. Her face was smashed into the counter with each deep stroke. He could feel the walls of her pussy clenching at his dick as she neared orgasm. The sensation of her tight hole sucking him in deeper was exquisite. Nothing had ever felt so good. He wasn't going to be able to give her up.
"Let go, Addie. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock as you come undone."
"Shit…" she strained to meet his thrust. His hand smacked her ass cheek with a loud wack. "I'm almost there."
"God, you are so fucking hot. I love your pussy… and your ass." He continued to thrust into her.
"Now, Zed! Smack my ass and make me cum!" Addison strained as his hand struck her again. His balls hit against her clit repeatedly. Her pussy clenched down hard around his shaft as she screamed out her release.
"Fuck, Addie!" he growled through clenched teeth. "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. Holy shit. He was in love with Addison Wells. He closed his eyes. Now, what the fuck was he going to do? "That was… fucking amazing."
"Wow…" she couldn't find any other words as she lay there exhausted.
The next week, Zed growled as he saw Addison standing outside his boss's office door. Not only had she snuck out of his house when he was asleep, now she was changing trainers without speaking to him.
Addison had another thing coming. He was not going to be that easy to ghost. It was time she learned that he didn't believe in one-night stands. He wanted it all.
"Addie?"
Addison froze for several seconds before she turned to face him. He walked towards her with a swagger they both knew he could back up.
"H-hi…"
"What are you doing?" he stopped inches in front of her.
"I'm changing trainers."
"I see…" Zed crossed his arms. "I didn't peg you for a coward."
"I'm not," she said defiantly.
"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." Forever if he had any say about it. Zed wanted it all with her. A future. A life. Hell, maybe even kids one day. He knew Addison wanted a big family, and he would be happy to make her dreams come true.
"Why?"
He gave 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."
"Good." He bent down and whispered 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." He 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…"
"Live a little." He traced his tongue along her earlobe before nipping it. He wanted to spoil her. To show her how a real man loved a woman. Whatever she wanted, he would give her. And he sure as hell was going to knock her socks off again.
"Damn you."
"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…" He watched her eyes flutter closed. "Are you ready to cum three times in fifteen minutes?"
Her eyes popped open. "Not possible."
He stared into her beautiful ocean eyes for a moment before looking at her lips. "Challenge accepted."
"Addison?" his boss called. "Did you need something?"
"N-no…"
Zed dared her to walk away from him, and she couldn't do it. Good. Now, he needed to get her to realize how much she needed him in her life.
When his boss 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 to my place for stretches?"
"Fuck, you're evil." Addison shook her head and smiled. "But I think I could use some extra attention."
"Excellent." He 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."
He watched her ass sway as she walked to the weight bench. Watching her work out was taking on a whole new meaning. Would she let him lick her pussy on one of the weight benches? Too bad the place was full of people. Maybe they needed to 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 and snuggled closer to his warm body and traced one of his tattoos. He loved how perfectly she fit there. Like they were two pieces of the same puzzle. The last few weeks had been amazing, but he wanted more. Every time he tried to talk about their relationship, she pulled away. He felt like he was banished to the friends with benefits zone and he hated it. But, if that was the only way he could have her, he wasn't going to turn it down.
"Squad lineup is posted…" she finally whispered.
He pulled away and smiled. "Already?"
She nodded, fighting off tears. Not the reaction he was expecting. Maybe it was just nerves.
"I have to go over to campus and look." She jumped off the bed and walked to the bathroom to get dressed.
While she was getting ready, Zed went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He grabbed the peanut butter, jelly, and two slices of bread. As a trainer, he knew the importance of carbs and proteins during workouts. And fucking Addison was a workout.
When she walked into the living room, she stared at him and smiled.
"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." Addison 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 throwing her a wink.
"I don't even know if I made the team."
He shrugged his shoulders. "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?"
Addison blinked before a low growl sounded from her throat.
"What?" Did he say something wrong?
"Nothing," she snapped.
Zed was putting away a plate when he heard the door open.
"Zed?"
"Back here," he called out. He turned off the water and dried his hands. "So…" he asked her with a large expectant smile.
He watched as she bit down onto her lip, and tears began to fall.
"Awww…" 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…"
His face lit up. "Addie!" Pride burst in his chest as he picked her up and swung her around. "That's amazing! Why are you crying?"
"Because now…" she bit down on her lower lip again and closed her eyes.
Shit. He thought to himself. She didn't need him anymore. This is how they end. He held her tight one last time.
"Now you won't have to pretend to be with me," she finally whispered.
Once again, she surprised the hell out of him. 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. This was his fault. He should have told her how he really felt from the beginning. "Addie…" he stepped out of her reach. It was time to lay it all on the line. "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."
Thank God. 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."
She was all his. Zed's hand wrapped into her long white 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: It's March 28th! That means it's officially been 4 years from when I posted the first chapter of Watch Us Shine (I swear I'm working on the next chapter), 3 years since I started On The Edge, 2 years of Call To The Wild (that poor, lost in the shuffle story… I promise I haven't forgotten about it), and 1 year of Teaming Up… Add to those a whole bunch of stories in between I never intended to write, but did anyway, I couldn't start a completely new multi-chapter story, so I wrote this little one-shot instead. Thank you so much for all the love and support and encouragement over the past four years.