I shift back and forth, lifting and riding him, relishing the sensations of being on top of my man, his cock filling me over and over, my clit rubbing each time I grind down on him. It feels good, so good and natural. He's warm and thick . . . my hips move faster and faster as I open my eyes to look Duncan in the eyes. The gray orbs sparkle with glitters of amber and red, his pupils widening as we move together. I'm on the edge again, Duncan filling me so much, and when I nod, he nods too, his cock growing even thicker inside me before, with a deep groan that starts in his chest and runs all the way down his body, he explodes, triggering another orgasm that sends me away into delirium. I collapse on top of him, laying my head on his chest. Duncan holds me, his hands warm on my back, and I let my eyes close, safe and warm.
"Hey, Carrie! God, it's good to have you back!"
I laugh as I take my bag off my shoulder and see Alicia hopping from foot to foot while I get my gear ready. "Come on, Chicha. It's not that bad."
I see Alicia's hopping stop, and I tilt my head in confusion. Alicia catches my expression, and she chuckles before getting up on the training table. "Sorry, I remember that you're with Duncan now, but sometimes, I still forget. He's the only other person to call me Chicha. What would it take for you to not be your man's personal rehab specialist and work just for me and the girl's basketball team?"
I laugh and shake my head. "Sorry, but you don't swing enough weight to do that. I'll be happy to wrap your ankles for practice and home games, but Duncan's my main focus right now. Coach Taylor's even letting me do it as part of my internship, a project in supposed 'professional athlete draft preparation’. I hear Tyler and a few of the other guys who are going to try for the combine are going to join in."
"Sounds sweet. I'd love to make grades by hanging out with a bunch of hot jocks and my man at the same time. Next thing you're going to say is that you get to get all sexy fit with them too."
I blush, then nod. "Well, they do need to have someone show them what to do."
Alicia shakes her head as I finish up her ankle. "You’re the luckiest woman I know."
I finish up wrapping both of Alicia's ankles and help her off the table. "Have a good practice. See you after for the ice and mobility work."
After Alicia leaves, I hear my phone ring, and I pull it out. Since Dean Friar told me that it had been cloned, I've become a bit obsessed about keeping it next to me, wanting to prevent another incident. I'd thought of changing my number and getting a new phone, but I never did.
Still, I'm surprised when I see that it is, in fact, Chelsea on the other end of the call. I'm tempted to reject it and block the number, but I have too many questions that I need answered, and I hit the green button. "Hello, Chelsea."
“Hello to you too, Carrie. I am glad to see there are no hard feelings between us."
“There are plenty of hard feelings, but I figure there's a reason behind your call. Actually, there has to be at least some sort of reason behind everything you did to me. I'd like to know why."
There's a bit of a laugh on the other side, and for the first time, I seriously worry about Chelsea's sanity. There's something not right in that laugh. "I didn't start with hard feelings for you. Actually, I liked you. You were just in the way."
"In the way of what?" I ask, flabbergasted. "You were a senior, you had the internship too, and you were rocking along. If anything, I looked up to you!"
"Your mistake," and I hear real venom in her voice. "You were so smart, weren't you? Just two years after you start school, and Coach T's got you working with teams and players. You were working with Duncan."
"Wait . . . all this, all the lies, the bullshit, the hell you put me through, was about Duncan?"
Holy shit. I mean, I understand being angry at a guy who dumped you, but to take it to such extreme levels?
Chelsea didn't seem to grasp that simple fact. "It started as just against Duncan, but as I saw you climbing up to being Coach T's favorite, it became about you, too. I wanted to hurt Duncan and eliminate you from being in my way. Unfortunately, I didn't count on Duncan being quite so . . . loyal. You were so cocky. After the first time you fucked him, I could see it in your eyes. Hell, everyone did. You were floating and walking bowlegged at the same time. Worst of all is that I could see it already. You were falling in love with him, even after I warned you about him."
"Yeah, you did. Doesn't matter, though. I've had the Hart Attack, and I love it," I dig back, tired of her bullshit. If she wants to get rude with me, I'm not going to hold back on her. This bitch nearly ruined my life. "In fact, I might just have it again tonight."