Page 77 of Racing Heat

She turns and begins to rinse out the shampoo. “What can I say? You’re magic.”

“So are you,” I tell her, as I begin shampooing my own hair.

We don’t say much more as we shower. She washes her body and face, and I do the same. It’s not awkward, though. There are tender looks and touches. I reach down to her pussy with bodywash on my hands.

“I made it dirty. I should clean the kitty.”

She flushes. “Yes, you should.”

I rub the lather through the folds, and her eyes close slowly. I want to take her again and again, but I don’t. Instead, I clean her while she moans at my touches.

We manage to finish up in the shower without incident and get ourselves dressed for the day—Cassie in her outfit from last night and me in shorts and a T-shirt, ready for my film viewing at the office.

“We better get your breakfast on the road. It’ll soon be time for you to leave your apartment for the stadium.”

Cassie bites her lip. “Someone might notice you dropping me off. Some of the girls walk to get coffee in the morning. We’ll be spotted.”

I nod, trying to think of the best way to handle this. “Do you want to take a walk back from the coffee shop.”

She considers it for a moment. “In my dress?”

“Yeah, that won’t work.” I pull out my phone and look at the area around her complex on my phone. “There’s an alley near your complex. You’d have to walk down it and one street over, but it would get you in the back entrance. Since you’re farther in the back, you might be able to sneak in unnoticed.”

“Let’s do it,” she says, leading the way out of my bedroom.

I feel guilty about the situation once more. I’m not ashamed of her. I’m sure she knows that it’s the situation we’re in, but still, I would like to walk to her door. Give her a goodbye kiss that leaves her breathless and wanting more later. But I can’t. That’s something I’ll have to get used to because there’s no doubt in my mind that things will not mop up cleanly and the consequences will be greater than what Mac and Danny faced.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

~CASSIE~

The whole team is in the theater room, as I like to call it. It reminds me of a movie theater. August must have had so much fun when he designed this training facility and stadium. There are so many things about it that are over the top, this room being one of them. The chairs remind me of individual movie theater seats, except they don’t recline. But they are plush, with cupholders and side tables that pop up to hold our lunches.

Coach Watts must have asked Mac for a lunch recommendation, because I recognize the food from her favorite taco spot. I’m starving. After Jase dropped me off, I had just enough time to change, take my supplements, and head to the stadium. I could get used to mornings like this—no food, just a bit of Jase.

“Where were you this morning?” Mac asks from her seat beside me. “I came by your place to see if you wanted to walk for protein coffees, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was there. I might not have heard you. I took a really long shower and sort of had a slow, lazy morning.” I try to keep my face neutral and hope she can’t sense the panic running through my head.

“Okay. I just haven’t seen you much lately.”

“You were at Danny’s yesterday, spending time with him. We can hang out today if you want, after practice or something.”

“I have to run to Target to get some groceries and stuff. Want to come with?”

I nod. “Yeah, that would be great. I need a few things too.”

“Great. We should see if Amelia or Hendrix need anything too.” Mac looks around like she’s trying to find them.

Hendrix is holding her plate, talking with Jase. He looks casual and calm, but I consider whether or not his insides are churning, wondering if anyone can tell what’s happening in his head the way I am. I try not to let my gaze linger too long, but it’s long enough that our eyes meet. I look away immediately, hoping no one notices.

“There she is,” Mac says, and I jump out of my seat. “Are you okay?” Mac is looking at me with concern, her hand resting on mine. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Why are you so jumpy?”

“Yeah, sorry. I think I need some caffeine,” I lie easily. I wish I would have heard you knock for that coffee.”

“You do look tired. Did you not get a lot of sleep last night?”

“I didn’t, no. Not sure why I couldn’t sleep.” I clench my thighs thinking of all the deliciously dirty things he did to me and how I’d love to relive every single second. But not in this room, because I worry that someone other than Jase will be able to tell what I’m thinking and just how turned on I am.