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FIFTY

BECCA

I’m weak.

There’s nothing I can say to defend how easily I give in, but when it comes to Eli, he demands my submission without saying a word.

When he tells me he’s not with Sarah—that I’m the only one he sees—I’m lost in what he’s offering. Drowning in everything he is and all the ways I crave him.

His tongue skims across my mouth, parting my lips, diving in and twisting with mine, sending sparks of his flavor across my taste buds. My fingers tangle in his hair and pull him closer. He slides his palms up from where they grip my shoulders until they wrap around my neck, his thumbs brushing my jaw, making my skin prickle with heat.

The kiss changes, his teeth pulling on my lower lip until it splits, the sting making me moan into his mouth. He growls, licking along the cut and diving back in, the tang of my blood mixing with the sweetness of his breath.

He walks us backward, his mouth never leaving mine. I stumble in my heels, but he doesn’t miss a beat, gripping an ass cheek in each hand and lifting me, bunching my skirt until my legs are wrapped around him. His hip bones cut against my inner thighs, and my center presses against the rigid outline of his dick. I moan, grinding myself against him, my pussy clenching at the memory of what he felt like inside me.

“Goddamn, baby girl,” he growls, slamming me against the end rails of the bleachers. The metal frame presses into my back. His fingers dig into the meat of my ass and he pulls my lower half into him, dragging me along the length of his cock. Even through his basketball shorts, I can feel it pulsing against my clit.

His mouth nips down my neck, and my legs tremble from the torture of having him dangle me off the edge of euphoria.

“Eli, please. Do somethin’,” I breathe.

He chuckles, his face skimming between my cleavage. “What exactly would you like me to do, Rebecca?”

His right hand moves from behind and trails up my thigh until he’s cupping me through my soaked panties.

“Fuck, you’re wet as hell. You miss me that bad?” He pushes the fabric to the side and spreads my pussy lips with his fingers. I’m so wet, they glide easily along my slit, every stroke coiling me tighter until I could scream from how badly I need him to let me unravel.

My head smacks the railing and echoes off the walls, the rattle jarring in the otherwise silent gym. “Eli, God . Either finish what you started or get outta the way so I can do it my damn self.”

His mouth curls up against my breast and he glances at me through his lashes. “Say please.”

“No,” I whisper with a smile. The fire surging through my veins mixes with the warmth filling up my chest from our banter.

The pressure leaves my clit and my legs tighten around his wrist, trying to keep him pressed against me. He dips in the top of my panties, twisting the fabric between his fingers, making my stomach flip.

He tugs slightly, making the lace pull against my hips and slide between my folds, creating a delicious friction. A slight sheen of sweat breaks out on my brow from the exertion of being so close to relief yet constantly on the precipice of falling.

My stomach knots tighter with each jerk of his hand, my breaths coming quick as he manipulates the fabric against my core.

He leans in and kisses that spot. That spot. The one right behind my ear. Frissons of desire race down my spine and rocket through my body, spreading heat like lava, melting everything in its path.

“Eli, please ,” I groan.

He smiles, his eyes meeting mine as he leans in for a kiss. “You know I love it when you beg,” he says against my mouth.

With a sharp pull, he rips the panties from my body, the sting of the fabric tearing against my skin causing a mix of pain and pleasure that has my eyes rolling.

I should probably care that we’re at my place of employment—should give a damn about the fact he has me mewling like a schoolgirl against the bleachers of a high school gym, but I don’t.

My need for him outweighs everything else. My control has been bent until it’s snapped, thousands of pieces scattering until there’s no chance of being glued together again.

His fingers push farther inside me, curling up and pressing against my inner walls, creating a deep ache in my womb. I moan, my body shaking.

“So many things I want to do with you,” he rumbles in my ear.

“Like what?” I pant.

“We can start with your pussy sucking on my fingers until you’re a puddle in my hands.” His movement twists, making my walls quiver and my clit swell against his palm. “And then…I’m gonna fuck you, right here, beneath the stands while that tight cunt milks me and has me filling you up with my cum.”

My pussy spasms around his fingers, drawing them in deeper, desperate to give him what he’s asking.

“Would you like that, baby girl?” he asks. “Want me to remind you who you belong to? Who you’ve always belonged to?”

His hand tangles in my curls, wrapping my strands around his fist and pulling sharply until my throat is exposed and my head is angled.

He laves kisses on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, my vision dotting from riding the ebb and flow of pleasure.

Eli’s fingers plunge deeper and I reach down, fumbling with the waistband of his shorts, desperate to feel him inside me. Clumsily, I push them off his hips, his thick erection bobbing against my heat. I stroke it once, from base to tip, relishing in the way his groan vibrates against my neck.

His palm pushes against my clit, and then he removes his hand, gripping the base of his dick and sinking inside me to the hilt. Pleasure skitters along my insides, my pussy walls clamping around his length as he starts a fast pace, driving in and out until I’m delirious in my need to come around him.

“This is gonna be fast, Rebecca. Come for me.” His teeth sink into my skin, hard . The bite of pain sends me catapulting off the edge, breaking apart from the fall, and hoping he’ll pick up my shattered pieces. I’m vaguely aware of him spasming inside me, spurting so deep I’m not sure I’ll ever be clean of him again.

His teeth stay lodged, tethering me to earth until the fogginess subsides and my breathing regulates. He finally releases me, his lips kissing away the sting.

“Hmm,” he hums.

My breath hitches, my hand reaching for my neck. “What do you?—”

A voice filters through the door, and my heart jumps into my throat. Hastily, I move to rearrange my skirt and put some space between Eli and me. We’re hidden along the side of the bleachers, but barely.

Mr. Daniels, the principal, walks through the doors a moment later, his phone to his ear. I stare at Eli with wide eyes, urging him to back up a space or two. He smirks and reaches under my skirt, slipping his fingers between my folds, pushing the cum that’s dripping out of me deeper inside as he pumps his fingers twice.

“Eli,” I moan quietly. My pussy is sensitive from my orgasm, and his touch makes every nerve ending light up, begging for another one. He moves, backing up a space and bringing his hand to his mouth, slowly licking the wetness from his fingers. Butterflies erupt low in my abdomen.

“I understand that,” Mr. Daniels huffs, “but I’m not interested in havin’ someone come here, bond with these kids, only to leave after the year is up.”

Eli leans in, palming my jaw and wiping his thumb across my lower lip, fixing my smudged lipstick.

I let him finish, my heart squeezing in my chest at the show of affection, my mind slotting the jigsaw pieces together, trying to make sense of what the hell is happening with us.

Mr. Daniels is going to have a fit over seeing me in here with someone, looking like I was rode hard and put away wet. My cheeks heat as I step around the side of the bleachers, determined to get this over with.

Eli follows and Mr. Daniel’s eyes fly toward us, widening when they land on Eli. “Lemme call you back, Gene.” He hangs up the phone, tapping it against his thigh while he stares.

“Mr. Daniels,” I blurt. “Look who I found.” My forced smile is splitting my face, and I pray to God he doesn’t see my muscles twitching under the strain—or Eli’s cum that I can feel dripping down the inside of my thighs.

“Elliot Carson. My goodness, if you ain’t a sight for sore eyes, son.”

Eli clears his throat. “Mr. Daniels.”

When he speaks, I feel the rumble of his voice vibrating through my entire body. I rub my thighs together, trying to relieve the sudden tension.

“Nice to see you’re still here keeping all the kids in line, sir.”

Mr. Daniels chuckles, running a hand over his mouth. “Yeah, well, try as they might, they just can’t get ridda me. I heard you were in town. Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

“Didn’t expect to be here, sir. Just found myself in a moment of nostalgia, wanting to relive the glory days.” Eli’s arm waves around the room and my eyes follow, snagging on the high school jersey hanging on the wall, the number thirty-three and last name Carson shining like a beacon. He really was the town golden boy. I don’t blame him for not wanting to come home—to be slapped in the face with everything they wanted him to be.

“Yeah,” I cut in. “I heard somethin’ and came to check it out, found him shootin’ hoops like he was still runnin’ up the Bobcat scoreboard.” I glance behind me, my eyes locking with Eli’s until everything else dims—the air so thick it pulses in time with the pound of my heart. “You know, ownin’ the paint. ”

Eli’s eyes flare. I turn back around, breathing deep through my nose, trying to tame the surge of electricity sparking through my middle.

Mr. Daniels whistles. “About time someone did. No one’s been able to run this court quite like you in all the years I’ve been here.” His eyes stray toward the jersey on the wall, then back to Eli. “I’ve watched your career flourish, Elliot. You make this town proud, son. We’re lucky to call ya our own.”

“Th—thank you, sir,” Eli stutters.

“They’re even more lucky to have ya down at FCU,” Mr. Daniels continues.

Eli sighs, palming the back of his neck. “Yeah, well…I loved it there, but I won’t be going back. Gonna stick around here for a while instead.”

My heart stalls, then kick-starts twice as fast until I’m sure I’ll pass out. “What?” I gasp, turning to face him fully.

“Yeah.” The weight of his gaze pierces a hole in my chest, digging inside the cavity and making a home. “People who matter most need me here.”

My throat swells like a sponge, siphoning moisture from my tongue until it sticks to the roof of my mouth. I hadn’t even thought about how he’s been doing with Lee. With visiting his mama.

With his old man.

“Well, hot damn, son. You lookin’ for a gig?” Mr. Daniels’s voice is jumpy, the tone a pitch higher than it was when he first walked in.

My heart stutters at his question. I spin back around, my forehead creasing.

“Why, you got something for me, Mr. Daniels?” Eli grins.

“That depends on how much of a pay cut you’re willin’ to take.” Mr. Daniels cringes. “I’ve found myself without a gym teacher. He up and left with his new wife and baby, barely givin’ me any damn notice.” Mr. Daniels shakes his head, dropping his gaze. “It’s probably not somethin’ you’re interested in but—” His eyes raise back up. “He also coached the basketball team.”

The air stills. Everything in me is locked in place—my breath frozen in my lungs—waiting for his response.

“I’ll take it.” Eli’s words are quick and sharp.

My breath whooshes out as I twist to face him. His response surprises me. Eli’s always been very controlled, overthinking every decision until he can dissect the pros and cons. “You will?”

He looks down at me, his eyes sparking with heat. “I will.”

Eli focuses back on Mr. Daniels, a thousand-dollar smile lighting up his face. “There’s nothing that would make me happier than coaching these kids, sir. It’s where everything really began for me.” He pauses, his jaw ticking with the motion of his swallow. “I’d be honored to be part of where it begins for them, too.”

Shock surges through my veins.

Eli is staying in Sugarlake.

And so am I.

I’m not in a place where I deserve him. I know this and I think deep down, so does he. I can’t be sure he’ll forgive me for my mistakes. And I can’t promise that I won’t get spooked—won’t run and hide from all the ways he makes me feel. But I’ll work like hell to overcome the roadblocks and clear the path back to him.

He’s here.

He’s staying.

And one day soon, maybe…

He’ll be mine.