Page 56 of Smut Lovers

Chapter Five

Vik

F uck, fuck, fuck! I’m going to lose my job if I don’t keep control of myself around Jersey.

He pushes all my buttons. He’s so damn irresistible.

Perfect in every way, almost. Except, he’s still a student at CBA, where I am still his advisor.

I’m supposed to be guiding him into a successful future, not into my pants. But, Christ! He’d be so much fun.

After tip-toeing along that invisible line with Jersey in the bathroom last night, but stopping short of completely crossing it, does one kiss count?

My body has been on fire for him. I can’t get him out of my mind.

My dreams are filled with him fucking me senseless. For hours on end. Nonstop fucking.

I’m about to leave when Mom stops me in the foyer. “So, Vik. Is everything okay?”

Oh, crap. What do I tell my mom? Oh yeah.

Jersey tried to finger fuck me at dinner, right in front of you and Pam.

Then he kissed me. I kissed him back, we wanted to fuck in the bathroom of your best friend’s house.

Sure, everything is peachy. I close my eyes and think of something to tell her that she’ll believe.

Because she sure as shit won’t believe the truth.

“Yes, Mom. Everything’s fine. With the school year ending in a couple of months, I have a lot of paperwork to complete.

The wrestling teams have their year-end championships.

They need me and the other athletic trainers there as much as we can be.

Working both of these jobs is challenging at the moment.

” I shift on my feet, rolling my key fob in my hand.

“Oh, honey. You’ve got this. You’re the best they have. Jersey even said so last night. He feels so comfortable with you. I’m glad you’re there for him. So is Pam.” She walks into the kitchen.

I swallow hard. If she only know how much I’m there for him. And how much more I want from him. Not wanting to continue this conversation, I say, “I gotta get to the college. Oh, I’ll be late. The guys are doing a sparing practice to get ready for the championship meet.”

“Okay. See you later.”

I give Mom a smile, nod, then leave.

I avoided Jersey all day. I told my assistant, Micky, to tell him my schedule was booked for the week.

I hated asking her to lie for me, but I needed the time to figure out how to keep our Coach/athlete relationship in-tact.

I love helping to train the wrestling team. I love being all the students advisor.

I also care very deeply for Jersey Richardson.

More than I should, and I know it. But he’s special in every way.

He’s an arrogant fuck when around his friends and on campus, but when we’re alone.

He’s tender. He’s caring. He’s a flirt like no one I’ve ever dated.

I know deep inside if we ever do get together, it’ll be forever.

I want forever. But right now, I have to wait for forever with Jersey.

On my way to the gym, my work phone buzzes. The college provided all the coaches with cell phones and the numbers of the athletes that agreed to share their phone numbers. I glance at the screen and see Jersey’s number displayed.

“Hello, Jersey,” I answer as I walk through the gym doors.

“Hey, sexy,” he practically moans.

“What do you need?” I ask.

“To hear your voice. I missed you today.”

“Get to the gym and we can talk there. Bye.” I end the call before he says something we’ll both regret.

I put my purse and phone in my office desk, then wait in the gym for the men’s wrestling team to show up for their scheduled practice. Greg was adamant they all attend. He wants them in tip top shape for the championships in a few days.

I lay out towels, resistance bands, foam rollers, athletic tape, hot and cold therapy packs, and my watch to keep them in a consistent timeframe.

Cord and Damon are here too and will each take four of the lighter weights.

I usually work with Paxton and Jersey. Paxton is in one-seventy-four weight class, and Jersey is in the one-eighty-four class.

CBA doesn’t have any heavy weights this season.

Duncan graduated last year winning it all for the first heavy weight championship for CBA.

The trophy sits in the main office display case.

When Jersey transferred at the beginning of his senior year, and since I knew his family, I took him on.

Looking back, maybe I should’ve let Cord or Damon work with him.

I don’t think that would’ve stopped Jersey’s chase of me, though.

He’s the most determined man I’ve ever met.

But there’s still more than a month to go, and I can’t risk getting caught with him, no matter how much I want him.

“Hey, Coach,” Paxton says as he comes toward me.

“Hi Pax. You ready?” I ask, then glance toward the locker room. “Where’s Jersey?”

“He was at his locker. I thought he came out here already.” He shrugs and plops down onto the mat, “I’m sure he’ll be here shortly.”

“Let’s get you loose first.” I begin lifting Paxton’s thick thigh, then push it and hold it, stretching his hamstring. “You’re pretty loose already. This shouldn’t take too long.”

“Yeah, I did some stretching on my own in the locker room.”

“I’m glad to know you’re ready for this practice, Paxton. Are you and Jersey sparring?”

“That’s the plan. He’s been quiet the past few days, so I’ll try to take it easy on him,” Paxton says as I switch legs on him.

“Don’t take it easy on him. He needs the competition. And so do you. Wrestle him like he’s on the opposing team,” I advise. “Sit up.” I tap his leg.

Lifting his muscular arm, I press it behind his head, and hold it for a minute, then do the same with his other arm.

“You’re good to go, Paxton.”

“Thanks, Coach.”

I take the towels he used to wipe down with to the laundry barrel, then return to the station I set up and wait for Jersey.

A few minutes pass before he comes out of the locker room. He struts like he always does. So full of confidence. So fucking hot walking toward me with a sinful grin filling his face. I pinch my legs together as I sit on the bench. Jesus, he drives me crazy for him.

“Hey, Coach,” Jersey says, grabbing a towel and sitting on the mat.

“Jersey. Where ya been? I finished with Paxton. He’s ready to spar with you.”

“I had some things to do.” He shrugs, then says smuggly, “He better be ready.”

“Lie down,” I say, gathering my tools.

“Mmm, yes, ma’am,” he whispers in a sexy growl.

My core clenches as I touch his leg, lifting it straight, then slowly pushing it against his firm chest.

There’s no one within earshot of us, so I push Jersey’s leg more, so I can say to him, “You know how important this job is for me, right?”

“Yes, and I won’t ever force you to do something you don’t want to do, Vik.”

“I know you won’t. And thank you for that.

” Switching legs, I carefully raise, then press his muscular thigh down against his chest. “But you drive me crazy, Jersey. Beyond crazy.” I slide my hand along his inner thigh, massage his muscle all the way down, but not quite to where I notice his desire for me.

I tease, “You’re going to want to cover that. ”

“I can’t control my dick when you’re this close, Vik.” He grins sinfully as he locks his hands behind his neck, showing off his beautiful bicep muscles.

I bite my lip, staring deep into his fuck me eyes. It’s like we’re in our own world. My body quivers as I continue stretching him.

“You’re hot, I can feel your need for me, Vik. I can sense your desires for me. You want me so bad your pussy begs you to let me fuck it. Am I right?”

Fuck me, already. He’s not wrong.

I come out of the trance he always captures me in, and focus on stretching him for the next ten minutes. I tap his shoulder when he sits forward and say, “You’re good to go, Jersey.”

“Thanks, Coach. See you later?” he asks.

“I’ll watch practice, but I have paperwork to tend to afterwards. We can talk more later, okay?” I busy myself by gathering the towels strewn about, hoping he understands my messiness.