Thirty-six

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I ask Jen if she wants to come to the meet in Cleveland too. Knowing that there'll be a lot of waiting around for me, I could use the company, and I figure Davis wouldn't be opposed to her tagging along either.

Also, I know embarrassingly little about swimming, while Jen has picked up a lot from religiously watching the Olympics every four years.

She agrees, so a little week later, we pile into Jayden's truck. It's about a three-hour drive to Cleveland. The rest of the team share a bus, but the guys opted to drive. Davis, Jen, Jayden, and me in one car, and Mitch and Saltz in another.

I sit beside Jayden in the passenger seat, happily taking over the role of DJ for the duration of the drive. He shifts the car into gear and leaves the parking lot. In the rearview mirror, I can see Mitch do the same behind us.

It doesn't take long before Jen's eyes start to droop. I watch her inconspicuously through the mirror, and while her eyes close more and more, her head also moves closer to Davis' shoulder. Thirty minutes into the drive, she's fast asleep, leaning on him, their hands intertwined between them.

I watch Davis watch Jen, his gaze curious and warm, a small smile playing on his lips. It makes me feel oddly happy to see so much affection on his face as he cuddles closer to her.

I know from Jayden that Davis is having a tough time balancing all the different things on his plate, and he's constantly tired, so I'm not surprised that he soon follows Jen into unconsciousness, leaning his cheek on top of her head.

"They look disgustingly cute," I say to Jayden, throwing a look at him in the driver's seat. He glances at them and then over at me.

"Yeah." He smiles. "I think they're good together."

"I think maybe you're right."

"I'm always right," Jayden says smugly.

I lift an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. "Really? Should we review another one of your old history assignments?"

He scowls at me, but he can't hide the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"What did you call Hitler again?" I ask, tapping a finger against my lip. "That power tripping German, was it? Or-"

The rest of my words are muffled as Jayden claps a hand over my mouth. "Fine, you're always right, is that what you want to hear?" He laughs, removing his hand again and grasping mine in my lap.

I shrug. "It's always nice to hear."

Jayden is grinning, throwing looks at me every so often. There's a softness to his eyes and a happy aura around him. He looks beautiful in the dying sunlight.

"Thank you for coming," he says, lifting our interlocked hands so that he can press a kiss to the back of my hand.

"Well, I need to see what all the fuss is about," I say, squeezing his fingers as he rests our hands down on the center console. "Besides, I really like looking at swimmer's butts, and I'm thinking this is a prime place for that."

"Monogamy, Sophie," he says, giving me a stern look. "That means you only look at one swimmer's butt."

"Have you never heard the expression that you can look but not touch?"

He shakes his head, his lips curving. "Half the swimmers coming are underage." He casts a sideways glance at me. "Don't be a perve."

"Whatever," I huff, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek. "Your swimmer butt is the best anyways."

"That's all I'm saying."

I glance at the two in the backseat again, checking that they're really asleep; even so, I lower my voice a little. "How are you feeling? You ready?"

His brows pull together ever so slightly as he nods. "Yeah, I think we stand a pretty good chance. I'm just nervous that I'll let the others down."

I can hear the discomfort in his voice. Jayden cares so much about his team. "You won't," I say. "As long as you do your best, no matter the outcome, you can't ever let them down, Jay."

He cuts a look my way, gratitude in his eyes, even as his small smile turns teasing. "Since when did you become a motivational speaker?"

I roll my eyes, looking away from him. "You're rubbing off on me."

He drops his voice an octave lower. "I want to rub something else off on you."

He has an uncanny ability to turn things dirty. I lick my lips, raising an eyebrow. "That can probably be arranged."

He groans playfully. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

I pinch his hand. "Just concentrate on driving, horn dog."

"Anything for you, Trouble."

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After we arrive at the hotel, the guys take off for a last team practice before tomorrow morning, when the first heats will take place. They'd booked their rooms a while back, so Jen and I got a double.

We won't see the guys until dinner, so Jen and I walk around Cleveland for a bit, heading into a small coffee shop when gray clouds start threatening on the sky.

Once we've gotten our drinks and muffins, we sit down at a table in the back. Jen stirs her caramel macchiato as I watch her. "So, you and Davis?" 

She keeps looking at the cup in front of her. "That wasn't a question."

 "Come on; you haven't given me any details. What's he like in bed?" I lean forward a bit.

"Sophie!" she hisses, outrage coloring her tone. She casts nervous looks around us to check if anyone heard my crude words. Her voice drops. "It's only been a few months since I met him. Do you really think I already slept with him?"

Honestly? No. But that doesn't mean I can't have some fun. "After the way you guys have been eyefucking every chance you get, I'm surprised you're not pregnant yet."

Jen's eyes grow even wider, pink tinting her cheeks. "To your information, we haven't even kissed yet."

My jaw drops. "Are you serious?" When she just looks at me, I lean in closer. "But you met his mothers and sisters."

A few weeks ago, Davis' family came into town, and Jen joined them for dinner one night. Apparently, according to Jayden, that's a big deal for Davis. He doesn't introduce just anyone to his moms and siblings.

Jen shrugs, looking down at the cup in front of her. "I know. But we're taking it slow."

"There's slow, and then there's glacial pace."

"He's a gentleman."

"That sounds really boring," I say, taking a sip of my coffee and sending her a meaningful glance.

She rolls her eyes. "You don't think it's a good idea for us to take it slowly?" A small v appears between her brows. "You know, after everything..."

After her fiancé manipulated and controlled her for years and then turned out to be a big, cheating turd?

"Yeah. You're right, Jen. I'm happy he treats you well."

She looks down, smiling to herself. "He really does."

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After dinner, we end up in Mitch and Saltz's room. The guys are sharing rooms two and two, so Jayden and Davis are across the hall from here.

The room has two queens, and we're scattered around lying on the beds or sitting in comfortable armchairs. There's a riveting Uno match going on, by the sound of it. Jayden and I are on one bed, him resting against the wall, me leaning against his chest, his arms around my torso.

He moves his face down, pressing a kiss to my neck, making shivers run down my spine.

"Is this what it's gonna be like now? You two cuddling all lovey-dovey all the time?" Saltz asks, looking at us with barely disguised disgust on his face.

"Yeah, I didn't think the PDA could get worse, but being a couple has really made you all touchy-feely," Mitch chimes in, throwing down a card for his turn in the Uno game. "I thought monogamy was supposed to be bad for your libido."

"God, you are really fixated on our sex life, huh? Are you not getting any?" I ask, looking between the two guys.

Saltz's ears turn a bit red, and he mumbles something indistinctly, but Mitch just rubs his beard, a smug smile on his lips. "Never an issue, Brooks. As I'm sure you can imagine."

He's annoyingly handsome when he does that, and he knows it.

"Stop hitting on my girlfriend, Mitchell," Jayden growls playfully.

Girlfriend.

Not really used to that, honestly.

"Are you gonna show up with a big banner saying I'm Jayden Sennels girlfriend tomorrow?" Davis asks, grinning at me.

"Yes," I say. "And I was planning to throw my bra in the water when Jayden... scores? No, that can't be right."

"Finishes," Jayden supplies for me.

"That sounds dirty."

"You have a dirty mind," he mumbles in my ear.

I snort. "You're one to talk."

"Please don't throw your underwear around," Mitch says.

I give him a confused, wide-eyed look. "Isn't that custom at these things?"

That earns me a chuckle, and I can see that Mitch is about to reply when Jen yells, "Uno!"

"How?!" Mitch cries, redirecting his attention towards their game.

"You know that promise you made in the car?" Jayden mumbles, trailing his lips up my neck.

"I have a vague recollection of it, yes."

"Wanna make good on it now?"

"Right here, right now?" I ask, turning my head to him, batting my eyes. "I didn't know you were an exhibitionist, Jayden."

"Seriously, get a freaking room," someone says, throwing a pillow at us.

"What do you say, Fie? Wanna share a bed with me tonight?" Jayden asks, nuzzling closer, not caring about the others' disgust.

"Can't. I'm sharing with Jen," I say, patting his leg. "You're gonna have to wait, big boy."

"It's fine; you two can take our room," Jen says. The instant the words are out of her mouth, heat starts crawling up her neck, turning her face a soft shade of pink. She glances toward Davis shyly, not meeting his eye. "If you're okay with us sharing, of course, David."

Mitch and Saltz have the good sense to pretend to be really preoccupied with their game, but Jayden and I watch as Jen finally lifts her gaze to Davis', the two of them entering a staring contest.

Normally, I would protest immediately. After everything that's happened with Jen, I'm somewhat protective, and since Davis turned his attention towards her, I've been reasonably skeptical.

But something has changed. Between him protecting me at the hotel and Jen saying that he hasn't even made a move yet, I'm starting to believe that Davis really is a good guy.

"Yeah," he says, clearing his throat and looking at Jen with curiosity. "I mean, sure, that's fine."

"Jen," I say, cutting through their stare down. She turns her head towards me, the two of us sharing a meaningful look.

I want to ensure she's not just offering this so Jayden and I can have fun at her expense. But the slightly pleading look on her face, the one only I can gauge because I've been reading her expressions for years, tells me that she clearly wants some alone time with Davis too.

She nods once, and I smile. "You hear that, Jay?"

Jayden is already pushing us up from the bed. "I'm just so tired; all of a sudden, should we head to bed, Fie?" He yawns.

Everyone rolls their eyes at him, including me. I push him back down behind me. "Keep it in your pants, mister. I wanna play a round of Uno. Jen needs some real competition."

Mitch grumbles at that as I crawl down to the foot of the bed, and they deal me in for the next round.

After that round finishes, Davis calls it a night, disappearing with a last searching look at Jen. She's avoiding his gaze, her cheeks still a little red.

Once she beats us twice, Jen says goodnight too, going to switch Jayden and her bags.

"Well, I think we should head to bed," Jayden says, pulling me up.

"To sleep, right? You need a good night's sleep before a competition," Mitch says, narrowing his eyes at Jayden.

"Isn't that supposed to be my line? You know, as the captain," Jayden asks.

"If you stopped thinking with your little head for long enough, maybe you'd remember to say it," Mitch says. "This is not very captain-like." He gestures at us as Jayden's arms encircle my waist again, pulling my back against him.

"You're right," Jayden says. "Mitch, you're the captain for tonight."

"Alright, then get some sleep."

"I'm so gonna defy the captain's orders," Jayden whispers in my ear as we begin walking towards the door.

"Sleep, Sennels," Mitch calls after us, making Saltz laugh.

Jayden pauses, looking over his shoulder. "Endorphins are good for sports."

"No. No, sports gives you endorphins," Saltz corrects him.

"You can never have too many endorphins, kid," Jayden says, pushing me forward.

"You definitely can," Mitch calls after us.

"I'm just impressed you know the word endorphins," I mutter.

"You're awfully snarky right now, Trouble," Jayden says, tickling my side as we head down the hall towards Jen and my room. "You know what happens to snarky girls?"

"I'm hoping you might show me," I say, pulling him inside the hotel room.

Jayden pulls me in for a deep kiss, his lips moving against mine as he walks me backward toward one of the beds.

He lets me go, taking a step back, his eyes perusing me. "How many orgasms?"

"Sixty-three."

"And how many down?" He rubs his bottom lip with his thumb while he watches me. There's something almost calculating about it, and for some reason, it's insanely hot.

"Twenty-five."

Jayden's been busy this past week.

"So still thirty-something to go," he says, tilting his head a bit. "How many tonight, Sophie?"

I squirm under his gaze. "Jayden, tomorrow is an important day for you; maybe you should sleep."

He lifts his eyes to mine, burning into me, a playful smile on his lips. "So maybe we stick to two orgasms then."

"Two of your orgasms or two of my orgasms?"

"Can't it be both?" He steps closer. "I'm not stingy with orgasms."

"We're gonna wear out the words orgasms."

His chuckle washes over me. "I wanna wear you out."

"You're a horny, horny man," I say.

"Take off your clothes." Jayden is still watching me, his eyes running over the dress I'm wearing.

It's a flimsy black dress with a silk belt around the waist. I toy with the belt's bow, batting my eyes at him. "You don't want the honor?"

"Sophie," Jayden purrs in a low, dark voice, making goosebumps appear all over my skin.

"So bossy," I mumble. I undo the bow, pulling the dress over my head in the most sensual way I can muster. When it falls to the ground, I stand in front of him in a red, lazy lingerie set.

So maybe I was hoping we'd get a moment alone today. What can I say? I missed the orgasms.

Jayden's eyes hood over, and he steps closer to me. "Take off my clothes," he says as he begins kissing my neck.

He's usually not this assertive in bed, so the bossy tone, the firmness of his demands, turns me on like crazy.

I pull the shirt off first, and he lifts his arms above his head and only stops exploring my skin with his lips for a second before they're back. The sensation when he sucks at the sport where my neck meets my shoulders makes me dizzy.

I begin working on his jeans, fumbling with the zipper because I'm practically shaking with need. Finally, I get them off, letting them pool around his ankles.

His cock is standing at attention, the soft fabric of his boxers doing nothing to hide it. I run a finger over the bulge, but Jayden grabs my hand, his smile wicked.

"That was such a nice belt for your dress today," he says, eyes flickering to the ground where the piece of silk lies. I wait, my heart beating erratically as he slowly lifts his gaze to mine again. "Pick it up."

I squat, grabbing for the belt blindly because my new position makes me level with Jayden's crotch, and I can't tear my eyes away. Did it get bigger?

"Actually." Jayden is looking down at me, his eyes dark and aroused. "Why don't you stay down there."

I reposition myself onto my knees, grabbing the waistband of his boxers, waiting for permission. Once he nods, I yank them down, and his dick springs out.

Jayden fists my hair, his chest heaving. "Can I fuck your mouth, Trouble?"

Oh my God, is he trying to kill me?

I lick my lips, looking at him from under my eyelashes. "Yes, captain."

He jams it into my mouth, moving it as far down my throat as he can. I gag around him, my eyes welling with tears. Jayden loosens his grip on my hair a bit, and I sense his hesitation, so before he can pull back, I take him even further into my throat.

He groans loudly, pulling back a bit and trusting back in. Both of his hands are in my hair, and he moves at an insane pace. My throat feels raw, my eyes watery, and I don't think I've ever been this wet.

"Touch yourself," Jayden demands.

I follow this instruction quickly, slipping a hand inside my panties finding myself sopping. When I grace my clit, I moan around Jayden, falling forward as I lose my balance for a moment.

Jayden keeps me steady with his hands on my head. "That's it, Trouble. Make yourself come while I fuck your throat."

I do as he says, fingering myself incessantly, whimpering with need while Jayden chases his own high. When I hit that spot inside me, I see stars rubbing my pussy all over my hand.

Jayden slips out of my mouth, grabbing his cock in his hand, stroking it over my lips, coating my skin with saliva and pre cum. "You look so beautiful on your knees, pleasuring yourself, you know that?"

I moan.

He rubs his hand up and down his length. "I'm gonna come all over your face now, and I want you to come too. Can you do that for me?"

"I suppose I could try," I say, shrugging, despite the heat that rushes through me at his words.

He chuckles darkly, a finger caressing my cheekbone. "Always so sassy. Do you want my cum on your face?" he asks, gripping my jaw and tilting my head back so we can make proper eye contact.

"Consider it your canvas," I answer.

He jams his dick into my mouth again while holding onto my jaw. "Ten seconds, Sophie. You have ten seconds to give yourself that orgasm, do you hear me?"

I pump furiously, feeling the release build up inside me, my nerve endings tingling as my muscles tense.

"Oh, fuck," Jayden says, pulling out just as big, warm spurts erupts from him, landing on my skin.

I follow him over the edge, my eyes squeezing shut as he empties himself all over me.

We're both panting, his hold on me the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the ground.

Jayden helps me to my feet. I realize that I'm still holding the belt in one hand, and he takes it from me, rubbing my lip lightly with one finger.

He slowly removes my underwear, his knuckles brushing my core, and I shiver.

"Get on the bed," he orders.

I do as he says, laying down on my back. He stands on the side, lifting my arms above my head. He raises an eyebrow asking for permission before tying my hands together with the silk belt.

And then he leaves.

I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I lie there, stretched out and bound with fucking cum on my face.

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