Free Cheater: A Summer Games Short Read (Going for Gold) by Kelly Collins

that. The man had her pants halfway down her legs. A week ago I would have erupted into a rage, but tonight it barely registered with me.
    Another athlete passed by and yelled, “Get a room.”
    Bryn looked up, ready to give him the finger until she saw us. Her face, once flushed by passion, now turned crimson. I wasn’t sure whether it was embarrassment or anger, and I didn’t care.
    At the elevator, I dipped my hand into the half-empty bowl of condoms. My dorm was on track to an empty bowl by the week’s end. Collette opened my palm and took them away.
    “You won’t need those tonight.” She tossed them back into the bowl and pressed the up button.
    “Will I ever need them?”
    “Will I ever see a perfect floor routine?” She hopped into the elevator. “Pick your jaw up from the floor. Remember, I reward perfection.”
    Wade was already in bed when we arrived. He still wasn’t up to par after being so sick. It turned out he had just gotten food poisoning; the blood work that Nick insisted on had come back negative for Zika. The whole team had let out a sigh of relief when we heard, but not for the reasons you’d think. We knew it wasn’t contagious unless you were having unprotected sex (and to my knowledge none of the guys were that sweet on Wade). The relief came from keeping the best gymnast on board for the team event, which would take place tomorrow.
    I climbed naked between the sheets and rolled on my side toward Collette, who was on top of the blankets.
    “Are you trying to tempt me?” She sank beside me and ran her tongue over my bare shoulder.
    Maybe I was. Normally I slept in shorts, but tonight my balls were so heavy even my boxers felt constricting.
    “Am I?”
    “How sound of a sleeper is Wade?”
    If we didn’t need condoms, that could only mean one thing, I thought: Collette’s palm was getting an intimate introduction to my cock.
    Boy was I wrong. She pulled back the sheet and looked at my burgeoning length. Her tongue slicked her cherry lips before she shimmied down my body. Supple lips sucked in the tip, and explored the ridge. A flat tongue swept down the engorged vein that throbbed for release.
    Fire hot, her mouth slid over my length until I was knocking at her throat. She laved and licked me into a wild frenzy. My moans weren’t sultry or sexy; they were feral yells. They rose from the primal man within me who sought relief.
    I watched her suck me through a curtain of ink-black hair, taking in my full length. My balls tightened and my stomach tensed. I was ready to blow.
    “Collette, I’m going to…” Her eyes lifted to meet mine just as she nearly swallowed my length. I couldn’t hold back any longer. Pulse after pulse washed down her throat. She stroked me until I squirmed beneath her. Paybacks were hell, but oh they were worth it.
    She crawled up my body and laid her head on my chest. Her breath tickled as it skirted over my skin.
    “That was amazing.” I’d had a lot of blow jobs in my life, but all from Bryn. This one topped the charts. Collette had given it without expectations—something I wasn’t used to.
    “Now that your lower head is clear, let’s focus on this one.” She ran her hands through my hair.
    “I don’t know how it happened, but I need you.”
    “Oh, Alec. You’ll figure it out.”
    I fell asleep trying to do just that.

Chapter 11
    N o one expected the biggest fumble in the all-around to come from our team captain. Food poisoning had taken its toll on Wade big-time. We were barely hanging on to the bronze, and the only athlete left to perform from Team USA was Wade.
    I’d nailed everything today. My floor wasn’t perfect, but now that I was properly motivated, I was sure it would get there soon. I wanted Collette in the worst of ways.
    Wade stepped up to the rings. Nick hoisted him into position. It was all going well until he fell out of his iron cross. He lost not only his line, but also his grip, and fell to the floor like a cement block.