Crossing lines (Noah and Aiden) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Noah

My heart pounded fiercely in my chest, refusing to calm down.

Taking that bold, in-your-face risk tonight had been a gamble, no doubt about it. But not once did I regret it. The look that flashed in Coach’s eyes? Absolutely priceless.

He had been messing with my mind for days. Ever since that whole awkward shower incident, I’d been on my best behavior—embarrassed, quiet, obedient. I followed every single order he gave, no matter how ridiculous or impossible it seemed, just to prove I was capable.

I didn’t just meet expectations—I exceeded them. I memorized information that wasn’t even my responsibility, showed up early, stayed late, gave it everything I had.

And what did I get in return?

Nothing.

No praise. No acknowledgment. No “good job.” Just more orders, higher standards that felt impossible to reach, and whenever I dared to search his face for even a hint of approval or recognition, I was met with nothing but cold indifference.

So yeah. I’d reached my limit.

Every night since then, I’d found excuses to return to the gym. Pretending I’d forgotten a towel, claiming I needed to stretch, convincing myself it was just routine.

But the truth? I just wanted to see him.

To confront him again. To say something meaningful. To show him I wasn’t some weak little puppy begging for scraps.

Only he hadn’t been there.

Complete radio silence.

But tonight?

When he caught me at the bar with that girl—who, for the record, I had zero genuine interest in—something inside me snapped. That little devil perched on my shoulder started cackling with glee.

And when he appeared behind me, his voice low and threatening as he warned me to watch where I spent my energy?

Holy hell.

A shiver ran down my spine, straight to the core of me.

That warning, that growl in his voice—it stirred something inside me far more than that girl’s entire night of flirting ever had.

So yeah. I kissed her.

I led her on, flashing a cocky smirk, my hand resting casually on her hip. And I swear on everything, I saw Coach’s muscles tense up like he was one breath away from grabbing me and slamming me against the bar, reminding me exactly who I belonged to.

And it was exhilarating.

This was going to be one hell of a game.

As we reached the elevators, Coach’s glare burned into my skull from just a couple of feet away. I leaned in closer, still playing my part.

“Have you seen the gym here?” I asked her, my voice loud enough to be heard clearly.

She blinked, a little surprised. “Uh… no…”

I smirked. “Want a tour? It’s empty now…”

Her lips curved into a playful laugh. “Are you always this forward?”

“Only when I’m trying to distract myself from making a bad decision. Otherwise, I’d have taken you straight to my room,” I teased, taking her hand.

We walked down the hallway, and I could feel him.

Coach.

Trailing just a few steps behind us. Silent. Watching. Burning with intensity.

Good.

*****

The gym was deserted, dimly lit for the night but not locked. I flicked on the lights near the weights and led her inside, feeling smug and unbothered, like this was just another casual flirtation about to turn into a hookup.

She followed, laughing, eyes wide with amusement, clearly enjoying the attention.

Not wanting to disappoint either of them—my hookup or our silent audience—I grabbed her hair, thrusting deep enough to make her gag.

I might have felt guilty if she hadn’t clearly been enjoying herself, her breasts bouncing against her dress as she practically stabbed herself with my raging cock.

A faint noise from the distance—a breath—was all it took to confirm what I already knew.

Aiden was watching.

And just like that, I felt my climax building.

She must have felt it too because her throat clenched tightly, relentless, bringing me over the edge.

I came hard, spilling myself over her mouth and her ample breasts—biting back his name and whispering hers instead.

She stood up, giggling, licking her lips like she’d just won a prize. “I’ll go freshen up,” she said before disappearing toward the showers.

I rose, tucked myself back in, grabbed a towel.

Then I turned toward the far end of the gym, where the air was thick and shadowed. I couldn’t see him, but I knew.

He was there.

Watching.

Just like I had watched him.

I stared into the darkness and smiled.

“I think that makes us even,” I said quietly.

Then I waited for her, ready to lead her to my room like the grateful gentleman I was, eager to return the favor.

She’d given me more pride and satisfaction tonight than she’d ever realize.

And I couldn’t wait to throw it in his face tomorrow.