Page 57 of Catching the Coach
“Tell Mary thanks again for the muffins and coffee.” I shake his hand and turn to leave.
“Kessler,” he calls when I’m halfway down his steps.
I turn back and look at him. “Yeah?”
“If Lucy is as important to you as you say she is. Don’t let this stuff come between you and your relationship with her. At the end of the day, what’s most important is your family. Not the opinions of strangers.”
I nod and give him a wave then head to my truck. I’m not the one we have to worry about letting it come between us. I climb into my truck and pull up my call log and dial Lucy’s number. It rings twice before she picks up.
“Hello?” she puffs out.
“Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep last night? Dream of me?” I tease and wiggle my eyebrows even though she can’t see me.
She huffs out a laugh. “Hi, handsome. I slept like shit.” She pauses, panting then continues, “Sorry to report no good dreams.” Then more panting.
“Lucy, what are you doing? You sound out of breath.” My cock stirs.
Jesus.
Why does my mind always go there?
Because she’s hot as fuck.
I adjust myself and merge onto the freeway.
“I needed to clear my head so I got up early and went for a run,” she pants out.
“What’s going on?” I ask. “I know the paparazzi thing freaked you out last night, but I told you I’d take care of it and I did. I just left my agent, Dale’s house, and we drafted a press release about what really happened. And the boys are minors so legally they can’t release their photos without consent, which they don’t have.
More panting.
“Ok. Yeah, that–that makes me feel better. Thank you Kessler.”
I debate mentioning what Dale suggested about us going public, and decide it’d probably be better if I talk to her about that in person. I turn off onto my exit, but take a right instead of a left towards the field. “Where are you right now?”
“About three blocks from my house. I’m cooling out now,” she says, her breaths not sounding as labored. “Why?”
I turn into her neighborhood and drive in the direction of her house. I drive slower than I normally would, looking down the streets. Up ahead I see a figure in a green sports bra and matching workout pants, walking in the direction of Lucy’s house. I drive past her and pull my truck over. I hear her gasp through my speakers and I get out of my truck and walk straight to her. Her eyes are wide and I take her in my arms and kiss her hard. She’s still for a second before melting into my arms and matching my eagerness.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, breaking the kiss.
“I missed you,” I say simply and kiss her again.
She pushes back against me. “Kessler I’m all sweaty,” she says into my lips.
“I don’t care,” I tell her, kissing the rest of her protests away. I hear a laugh in the back of her throat as she melts back into my embrace. We stand there making out like teenagers, when the neighbor’s sprinklers turn on, spraying us. Lucy lets out a shocked squeal and runs out of the stream of water. I follow her laughing. “Well, that’s one way to cool the fire,” I joke, wiping away the water that’s dripping down my face.
She laughs and shakes out her arms. “I think I have a towel in my truck,” I say linking my fingers with her and walk to my truck. I open the door and reach into the back grabbing a towel. I wipe my face off and offer her the towel. She takes it and wipes her arms down, then hands it back to me. I toss it back in my truck and close the door.
“Want a ride back?” I ask.
“No. Thank you, but I should finish cooling out my muscles. I have a busy day and don’t need my muscles cramping up on me.”
I nod my head and reach for her hand, pulling her to me. She takes a step forward and circles her arms around my neck. I lean down and give her another kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing her soft perfectly plump lips. She lets out a soft sigh and pulls back.
“As much as I would love to keep kissing you, I need to get home and shower before work.” She looks at her watch, it’s one of those digital ones that track everything.
I give her one more quick kiss before I reluctantly let her go. She walks backward a few steps before turning and jogging off. I watch as her perfect ass jogs away. I climb into my truck and for the second time this morning, I adjust myself before throwing my truck into drive and head toward the field.
