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It’s the next morning, and I’m comfortable in Coby's arms while he gently strokes my arm up and down. Suddenly, somebody slams open my door. East runs in, wearing a pink frilly G-string. Coby and I howl as East leaps onto the bed. I pull the covers up. East towers above Coby, shaking his junk through the air and guffawing. He dry-humps the air above Coby while breaking out in a rendition of “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO. Coby slaps at East’s naked legs as he continues to dry-hump the air above Coby’s head.

“Get the fuck out, dude,” Coby berates over East’s woeful singing.

My belly is aching from laughing so hard.

East falls down, straddling Coby and leans in, kissing his forehead. “Love that we both got lucky last night. This is going to be the best Olympics ever.”

“Get. Out,” Coby yells, smacking East’s forehead.

“You’re lovely, Lacy,” East remarks, pushing down on Coby’s chest and continuing to dry-hump him.

I can’t stop laughing.

“Out!”

East leans down, kissing Coby again, and jumps up. He turns around, showing us his perfectly toned arse. I snicker as East shuts the door behind him.

Coby finally chuckles. “He’s such a child.”

“And that’s why we love him.” I lean in, kissing Coby’s cheek.

He half-laughs. “Hmm… I suppose. I guess we better get to the centre. We don’t want to let the team down.”

“Nope, we’re role models now. Lead by example and all that jizz.”

He smirks. “Don’t you mean… jazz?”

Rubbing his chest, I lay a kiss on his neck. “I do, but I have other things on my mind.”

Coby chuckles, grabbing my hips and rolling on top of me. He leans in, pressing his lips to mine with passion. His tongue dances in my mouth. I take in every inch of his devotion. I run my fingers through his hair as he presses his newly formed erection into my stomach. Moaning, I grind into him. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His cock moves in line with my pussy. We’re panting. His tip reaches my opening. Suddenly, we’re interrupted by a loud thud on the door.

“Breakfast is ready,” Caro calls.

I’m panting, trying to calm my racing heart and flaming libido.

“Dammit,” I murmur.

“Rain check?” he asks, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

“Definitely.”

***

We’re back at the aquatic centre, but this time as spectators. The four of us sit together in the stands, the roar of the crowd echoing around us.

Since the moment we woke up, Coby has been different—so attentive. He holds my hand, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin, rubs my back in soothing circles, and presses the softest kisses to my temple.

It feels like this could lead somewhere, something real.

A small, cautious voice in my head whispers he’s almost too good to be true —but for now, I let myself believe in him.

We’ve witnessed a few finals, including that of our training partner Melissa. She’s coached under Tuck, too. She was racing against Katie and Melissa and came in third behind Katie, with another girl beating them both in the 200m fly. Meaning Melissa misses out. She’s trained hard like us, but you have to hit the wall in the right spot, or you’re out. There’s nothing in between, and it’s a hard lesson.

I could have put myself in for that race too. But I’m much better at the 100m than the 200m. I’m better at the quicker races than the longer ones, unlike Coby, who works better in endurance.

After witnessing the morning races, it’s now lunch time, and we head down to the athletes’ cafeteria to grab some food. Coby’s holding my hand as we walk in.

Katie spots us and saunters over.

For fuck’s sake! I roll my eyes before she even opens her mouth.

“Did you see the 200 fly, Lacy?” Katie asks.

I smile as Coby pulls me closer. “I did, congrats.”

“So, I’m in two fly events in Melbourne. Now that’s a real athlete,” she quips. Then she turns on her heels and walks off.

Caro grunts, picks up an apple and hurtles it toward Katie. I gasp as it smacks her right in the middle of her back. We all turn quickly away and chuckle as she moans and kicks the apple across the room.

“So mature,” Katie mutters.

We crack up.

“Caro, you child!” I berate.

“What? An apple a day will keep the bitch away, right?”

I chuckle as East high-fives her.

“Yeah, she deserved it. A real athlete, what a crock of shit,” East scoffs.

We chuckle again and walk with our trays.

***

The guys stay at the unit rather than the caravan park. Yesterday, we witnessed our teammates race their heats. Today, we’re all a little boxed in. We’ve been at the trials for days now. Cabin fever is setting in for all of us.

“Okay, so who’s for blowing off the trials today?” Caro calls as she shovels in a mouthful of cereal.

I sit on the lounge next to Coby, eating breakfast.

East jumps up, spilling milk down his bare chest. He throws his hand in the air in obvious excitement. “Yes! I was thinking the same. You girls know this side of town. Show us around. Let’s go do something fun… or illegal, your choice.”

I chuckle as Caro rolls her eyes at him. “Well, considering what we’re all trying out for, illegal is off the cards for today. Maybe next week we can rob a bank, but today, how about we head into Marion?”

I raise my eyebrows. “The shopping centre?”

She dips her chin as the guys furrow their brows.

“Um… shopping is not my idea of fun, ladies,” East chides.

“No, but the arcade and movie cinema might be more up your alley?” I suggest. Coby smirks.

East purses his lips and wipes the milk from his chest. “Yeah, okay, movies and games could be cool. What do you think, bro?”

“I’m up for it,” Coby offers.

Caro jumps up, clapping her hands together. “Right, let’s get dressed and head out. We can go to the arcade and then to the movies.”

“Okay.” I stand up along with Coby. We take our bowls to the sink as Caro and East race off to her room.

“This should be an interesting day,” Coby remarks. I agree.

“Those two together loose in the world. The possibilities are endless.” I grab Coby’s hand and head to my room so we can get changed.

Not long later, we head out to Caro’s car. The honey bee colour shines brightly off the small Kia Picanto.

East screws up his face while inspecting her car. “What the fuck is this?” East chides.

“What? She’s my baby,” Caro defends, hitting the unlock button on her keys.

“It’s tiny!” East exclaims.

“So’s your cock, but you don’t hear me shouting about it for the whole neighbourhood to hear.”

East gapes as Caro gives him a sly smile.

He shakes his head. “You’re gonna pay for that.”

She pouts. “I like it when you tell me off.”

He groans, rearranging his cock.

“Okay, can we go before you guys fuck against the side of the tiny car with your tiny cock?” Coby demands.

“Yes, let’s go, shotgun,” East calls.

He races to the front passenger side and jumps in. I smile at Coby, making a small, deliberate head motion.

“This day is going to be epic, isn’t it?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Either epic or tragic.”

We walk to the car and slide in the back. East is so tall he turns his head to the side at the front to fit inside.

“Jesus Christ, Caro! If we’re gonna be friends, we need to sort out this car. Put a sunroof over my head or something so I can shove my head out the top while you’re driving.”

She chuckles. “Now, where would the fun be in that? I like you suffering.”

“I’ll make you suffer.” He gropes her leg and starts sliding up her skirt. She slaps his hand away and glares at him.

“Hey, I gotta drive. Behave or get in the back.”

“Oh, I do like it when you’re bossy. Those dominatrix videos are working.”

I widen my eyes as Coby chuckles.

Caro disapproves. “You’re an arse.”

“You love my arse.”

“Shut the fuck up!” She starts the car.

Shaking my head, I turn to Coby. He wraps his arm around my shoulders, and I lean into him. Our relationship is so different to Caro and East’s. While the affection is the same, Caro and East tease each other. Coby only ever tells me how beautiful I am. I don’t think I’ve ever heard East tell Caro the same. But who knows what they’re like behind closed doors?

“Don’t Let Me Down” by The Chainsmokers echoes throughout the car. Caro sings along quite nicely. East dances interpretatively to the music. He flails like a ninja robot on meth. Coby and I chuckle along in the back seat as he kisses my hair.

We find a parking spot just as the song ends.

East prays.

I have no idea why East does anything he does.

Caro turns off the car and the stereo. East takes in a deep breath and nods. “My Zen is in alignment after that spiritual dance.”

We all raise an eyebrow as he grins and gets out of the car, ducking to step out.

“I swear that guy shocks me every time he speaks,” Caro mutters before hopping out of the car.

I grin at Coby and slide out, closing the door behind me.

East stands in front of me, stretching like he’s been curled up for too long.

“So, Zen master, are you all set for some arcade fun?” I ask.

He smiles as Coby and Caro walk around, then we head toward the entrance of the shopping centre.

“You have no idea. I will ‘Outplay, Outwit, Outlast’ all of you.”

Caro chuckles. “Are you a Survivor? You not gon’ give up? You not gon’ stop? You gon’ work harder?”

“Oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh oh. Oh, no, no, you didn’t, girlfriend.” East waves his hands from side to side like she should’ve “Put a ring on It.”

I burst out laughing at his tone. Coby screws up his face in confusion. Caro smiles. “Well played, Mr. Summers, well played.” She puts up her hand, and he high-fives her. I shake my head and laugh at them all while Coby stares ahead.

“What just happened?” he asks.

“East just out Beyonce’d Caro.”

He raises his eyebrow and winces. “And that’s a good thing?”

Giggling, I wrap myself around him and bob my head. “Not up with your pop or R&B music, then? Never mind, just understand Caro got nailed.”

We walk inside. The guys gawp at the centre. “Wow! This place is huge,” East exclaims. “And no mention about cock size, please, Caro, unless it’s about how ginormous it is.”

“Yeah, and this is only the start of it,” I reply as we head up the white stairs toward the cinema.

Coby takes hold of my hand and interlaces our fingers. I smile up at him. He winks as we step to the top and turn right, heading toward the giant arcade. East’s face lights up—I swear he’s like a kid in a candy shop.

“Oh my God! Such cool shit,” he howls, rushing ahead of us like a five-year-old.

Coby, Caro, and I walk inside to the dinging bells and crazy music. Then we spot East already buying tokens for all the machines. Coby walks me up to the counter, and we purchase some tokens. Caro grabs some too.

“Caro, come play with me,” East calls, waggling his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Luckily, it’s in the middle of the day, so there are no kids—they’re all at school. She giggles, grabs her tokens, and walks over to the basketball hoops with him.

“You wanna play something or watch them?” I ask.

“I think watching them will be fun,” Coby replies.

We walk over and East grabs a ball, aiming for the hoops.

“Now watch me whip. Now watch me net.” East throws the ball. It hits the rim, circles it, and then falls to the left of the ring. It goes right into the catchment below, rolling down toward him. “Dammit,” he cries. Caro laughs.

Coby moves in behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. His chin graces my shoulder. I nuzzle him. It’s nice to be here in his arms. It’s like this is where I’m meant to be. That sparkle is flittering through me, and I can’t help but think about turning around and making out with him. But we’re in public, and public displays of passion are not my thing. So I clench my thighs together and try to focus on the chaos playing out in front of me.

“This is how you get a ball in the net, East,” Caro teases, throwing the ball. It flies through the air and swoops down straight through the net. Three tickets pop out, and East scoffs.

“Lucky… you got lucky,” he murmurs. She chuckles, and he rotates the ball like a professional. “Nothing but net, baby.” He throws his whole body into this one, jumping with the force. The ball flings through the air, slamming the backing board. The board springs back toward East and smacks him right in the face.

“He shoots, he scores.” Caro bends over laughing as East shakes off the hit.

I’m trying not to laugh, but my chest jiggles, giving me away as Coby grazes my arms. I break out into goose bumps. My breath hitches. I chew my bottom lip as East throws the ball into the bottom of the display.

“This game sucks, let’s try air hockey!” East bellows.

Caro grabs her tickets and walks off with East toward the air hockey table. I go to follow when Coby turns me in his grip. My eyes meet his, and instantly, a fire blazes inside of me. I wasn’t the only one turned on by his caress. His eyes tell me that he wants me too. But right now we’re in public and with our friends. He moves a strand of hair from my face and pulls my body close to his.

“Coby,” I murmur.

He licks his lips and turns to the left. He pulls me with him. I squeal at his sudden movements. Then he drags me to the side of the basketball stand—there, no one can see us. He pushes me up against the wall. I gasp as he traps my head. I bite my bottom lip as my breathing hitches. The manager of this place could find us at any moment, but I just need to taste him. I run my fingers through his hair while he presses his body against mine forcefully.

“Lacy,” he whispers.

“Mmm…”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he tells me. I smile, and he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. That spark soars through me, and every inch of me explodes in a fiery passion. I open my mouth to let his tongue in. Our tongues move together in a perfect rhythm. Kissing Coby is the best. Add to it the endorphins of possibly getting caught, and this is one exhilarating experience.

He caresses my cheek as his hard cock presses against my stomach. I want him even more. I wish I could go further than kissing him, but I’m not that game in public, especially in a children’s area. I raise my leg and wrap it around his waist. He rubs my thigh, holding it in place, as his cock presses against my pussy through my skirt. Only the thin fabric of my knickers and his jeans is between us. As he moves slightly, our hips grind against each other as we kiss frantically.

I moan.

Oh God, I’m getting quite worked up as my body flushes.

“Excuse me,” someone chimes in from behind us.

I drop my leg as Coby breaks away from me. We spot the teenage manager gawking at us. My cheeks flush as I bury myself into Coby’s chest.

“Um… sorry, but you can’t do that here,” he chides.

Coby nods, holding onto me. “We’ll, um… just go back out there,” Coby answers. He wraps his arm around me, and we walk past the manager back out to the arcade. There, East runs around the air hockey table with his hands in the air, laughing. He must’ve won.

“In your face!” East chirps.

“So you won this one. Big whoop, you still have a small cock,” Caro booms.

The manager flushes and walks behind his desk while trying to appear busy.

“A cock that can make you scream my name in mind-shattering orgasms three times in one go, thank you very much,” East bellows.

I smirk as Caro shakes her head, and then turns to us.

“And where did you two go to? You’re mighty flushed there, Miss LaBelle. You’re clinging to your man quite unashamedly,” Caro observes.

I wince as Coby pulls me to him tighter and smiles. “We got caught by the manager making out by the basketball game.”

East smiles brightly as Caro chuckles.

“Making out or making whoopie?” East asks, waggling his eyebrows.

“Kinda in between the two,” Coby replies. East guffaws. People outside the arcade turn to stare as my cheeks redden. I bury myself deeper into Coby.

“Oh my God, I would’ve loved to have seen your faces,” East quips as Caro bumps his shoulder.

“Shut up! You’re embarrassing, Lacy,” Caro chides.

“She should be embarrassed. Fornicating in a child’s arcade centre. Oh, the shame, Lacy, the shame!”

I finally crack a smile, and East slaps my arm while Coby shakes his head. “I just want to be more like you, East.”

He’s impressed. “Outgoing and impulsive?”

“No horny and childish,” I tease.

He scoffs and throws his hand over his heart as Caro and Coby chuckle.

“Okay, let’s go to the movies?” Caro asks.

Coby tightens his arm around my shoulder, and we begin to walk out.

“Wait! We need to cash in the prize for our tickets,” East cries, grabbing Caro’s tickets and rushing over to the desk.

We all stand back, pondering what piece of shit she’ll get, but he comes back over with a unicorn stuffed toy and hands it to Caro.

She smiles, her shoulders relaxing as she clutches the gift. “You got this for me?”

He shrugs, feigning indifference. “Not because I like you or anything.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes before smacking him with it. His laugh is warm, unguarded, as he pulls her into a hug and kisses the top of her head.

I glance up at Coby, and he catches my eye, his smile as soft as the moment.

Together, we head toward the cinema, laughter and teasing trailing behind us like a thread pulling us closer.