Page 31 of Not My Coach

“Nate?” she calls out behind her and takes a second to clean her lip gloss up. “Until you get over the minor fact that I’m Brett’s sister, think about all the other guys that are going to fuck me in the meantime.”

I snap. She’d better not let anyone else touch her!

“Evie …” I growl and haul ass over to her, but she slips out of the door before I can grab her. And then she’s gone.

Slapping the back of my door, I take a few deep breaths to try to calm my racing heart and convince myself to not charge after her.

Even if she lets another guy touch her, they won’t be able to please her like I do. Besides, my bruises cover her ass. That’s enough of a sign to everyone else that she’s off-limits.

What the fuck am I doing right now?

I can’t think like this. It’s so goddamn inappropriate and unprofessional.

Maybe I’m just lust crazy after being with a woman for the first time since my cheating wife. What if I just needed to get her out of my system again?

As much as I want that to be true, I know it’s not. I might have been the one to leave marks on Evie, but she already left one on me, and it’s burning itself like a brand on my fucking heart.

I’m fucking addicted to him. That’s the only way to explain it. My body craves him constantly, and he’s always on my mind.

Right now, I’m withdrawing, and I need a fix only Nate can give me. But it’s been two weeks since I left his office on shaky legs, and he hasn’t texted me once.

Regardless, we both learned that day in his office that we are most definitely not a one-hit wonder together.

If he gave us a chance, we might be more than we could imagine. He’s successful, and he’s smart. I know he’s kind—at least to me. The way he tended to me after sex showed that; he massaged my ass, kissed me sweetly, and made sure I was okay. That alone was more tenderness than any other guy had ever shown me.

I’m obsessed with him. I’ve spent the last two weeks watching all his old highlights, reading all of the articles I could find about him, and saving some of the photos I found online. Like I said … obsessed.

Gracie, of course, has been filled in on all the juicy details of our most recent magical moment. She thinks I should stomp back into his office and ask him out officially. I told her that’s insane and I’m not trying to actively get him into trouble.

If he wants to ask me out, he has all the tools to make it happen. I literally handed him my number. If he doesn’t want to call, then he won’t. And that’s okay. Mostly. I’ll figure out how to be okay with it.

Besides, this fall, I won’t have time to get fucked mid-week in his office. Gracie and I start teaching at the same elementary school, and I’m going to be busy constantly.

“Are you all right, honey?” my mom asks me as I pick at my food, not realizing that I completely zoned out.

“Yeah, sorry.” I load my fork up with mashed potatoes and meatloaf. “I am just thinking about everything I have to get for my classroom.”

“Do you want help setting everything up?” my mom asks.

“Sure, yeah. That’d be great,” I admit. “Thank you.”

My heart thumps harder in my chest, full of the love I have for my parents. Most of the time, they are so starstruck by everything Brett is doing that I often feel forgotten or overlooked. So, the fact that she wants to help me put together my classroom means a lot.

“Do you need help moving? I’m sure I can get a few of the guys to help too,” Brett offers.

A suspicious tingle slithers down my spine. My mom offering to help is a tad surprising yet welcome. But Brett offering to help and to recruit a couple of the Nighthawks boys at the same time is … alarming.

“What’s up with you guys?” I ask with squinted eyes, assessing them in a new light.

Brett holds his hands up defensively. “God forbid we just want to help you, Eve.”

His eyebrow twitches, and I know he’s lying. It’s always been his tell.

“Spill it,” I order him and kick his shin under the table.

Brett winces and shrieks, “Oww! Rude! We’re trying to be nice, Evie. You’ve been a moping little rat the last couple of weeks, and maybe we just wanted to make you smile.”

My heart drops.

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