Page 22 of Her Nebraska Touchdown Daddy

He laughs and steps over the edge of the hot tub, sinking into the water like the steam rising from the surface is irrelevant. He’s impervious to the heat and the cold, just focused on me. Deke picks me up from the submerged seat and I’m in the cool air just long enough for him to settle where I’d been sitting and pull me onto his lap. His arms wrap around my torso and I lean back into his chest with my head under his chin.

“Ready to talk?” The rumble of his deep voice vibrates through me everywhere we’re pressed together.

A bratty urge to pretend I don’t know what he means overtakes me, but I fight it back. I want to be taken care of by Deke, absolutely. It’s still important that he knows I’m capable of being honest with him and facing important things head on. That doesn’t mean it’s easy to admit to the situation I’ve wound up in.

“Is Coach Vanderman mad at me?” Somehow that’s the question that comes out, even though it’s not necessarily what I’m the most worried about. But if Coach Vanderman isn’t mad,then maybe Deke won’t be, either. Yeah, that logic doesn’t much track when I think about it like that.

“Oh sweetheart, no. He knows you’d never do anything bad. He’s known you a long time now. In fact, talking to Paul helped me to know how much you needed me. I was giving you space because I thought that might be best, and he told me about how Franklin’s been blackmailing players and not just offering them the Meldonium.”

“You know everything then?” I’m not sure why it’s so hard to admit. Maybe it’s because I feel a little silly for winding up in a position where Director Franklin evencouldcorner me and make his threats.

Or maybe it’s because if Deke doesn’t yet know the threats the director made, I don’t know how he’ll react when I tell him. What if the risk to his reputation and contract is more important to him than what we have? I mean, we only just met. There’s no way being with me would be worth losing his job.

“Not everything. Not what he’s holding over your head. Baby, whatever it is, I can protect you.”

His assurance has the opposite effect. Instead of making me feel better, I’m more scared than ever.

Sure, he’s willing to protect me against Director Franklin now. But what happens when he finds out being with me means having his reputation smeared and his contract terminated?

What then?

CHAPTER 25

Deke

Pryingthe details of Franklin’s bullshit blackmail threats out of Windy was more fraught with emotion than I’d expected. By the time she got done panicking and stressing about my career, she’d sobbed herself into a headache and swollen eyes. On top of the near hypothermia from her foolishly long ice bath, my poor girl is almost delirious with exhaustion.

Tucking her into bed, without a punished backside thanks to the drama of the night, has her falling asleep nearly instantly. I, on the other hand, have worked and plotted through the night. Might have ruffled some feathers and annoyed some colleagues, but I’ll be damned if I let this drag out any longer. He thinks he can blackmail my Little girl to force her into taking drugs? Absolutely the fuck not.

Until now, I’ve been content to quietly thwart Franklin’s bullshit with the team’s testing initiatives and keeping a closer eye on my players. That willingness to just let him spin his wheels like a useless pissdrip ended when he threatened Windy.Call me a caveman, but my concern for my players takes a distant backseat to my worries for her.

Franklin thinks he can use the feelings growing between me and my babygirl to compel her to break laws and athletic codes of conduct? He can fuck right off with that bullshit. It’s taken a lot of hours overnight to hash out a plan, but with the help of Paul and Bhodi, with any luck we’ll have the dirt we need on Director Franklin by the start of next week.

Not that I’ll be waiting that long to let the world know Windy’s mine. Paul’s extended an invitation to be field side with him for the team’s match on Sunday, and I plan to be there making my intentions for my little lush as public as it gets.

Before any of those plans can be put into motion, she and I need to resolve matters that had to take a back burner last night. Namely a punishment for a naughty girl who runs from her Daddy. And after that, a reward is due for her honesty and the trust she’s placing in me.

“Sleepyhead, time to get up!” My cheerful demand is met with sassy grumbling and Windy burying her head under the pillow I usually sleep on.

“Wake up, I made you breakfast and there’s plenty of time to relax before your first class.” Because of course I had one of the grad assistants pull her schedule for me. What’s the point of being the head coach if I can’t find out whatever I need to know?

“Don’ wanna. Tired.” She pouts.

“You better find some wanna. Little girls who refuse to wake up on time get spanks instead of pancakes. Is that how you want to start your day?”

“Daddy, no! No spanks, no waking up. Sleeping only.” She burrows further under my pillow, but I can tell by the way her tush is wiggling under the sheets that she’s not totally asleep.

I pull the sheet and thin fall blanket away from the bed, baring her from her shoulders to her naked backside and thicksoccer-girl thighs. A hand flies back to grab the hem of the blanket, but it’s too late and I’m too quick.

“Da-a-a-addy!” She pouts.

My dick plumps up at hearing her drag out the honorific. There’s nothing hotter than her husky voice calling me Daddy. I press my palm over the thick length tenting my sweats, contemplating whether a delay in breakfast and her punishment would send the wrong message.

My cock makes the decision for me, having been starving for a taste of her since I got my mouth on her sweetness the other night. She’d fallen asleep, wiped out from her first spanking and I’d been content to hold her through the night without taking my own pleasure. Then.

Last night it had been easy to push back my body’s demands because Windy had needed me to take care of her. That will always take precedence over anything and everything else. But this morning? My body’s strung so tight it’s a wonder I haven’t shot off in my sweats just watching her thick ass and legs scissor restlessly on my bed.

“Roll over and daddy will tell you a joke to help you wake up.”

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