Page 53 of Never Say Never

I’ve craved her.

It’s been impossible not to think about Daisy, wishing my cock was buried inside her velvety softness. Finally, last night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I snuck into her apartment and into her bed, careful not to wake Briar. I worshipped every inch of her body for hours under her sheets, and after I came, I got dressed and left, sticking to our rules like the chickenshit I am. Every cell in my being wanted to curl into her, my front to her back, and fall asleep with her in my arms—a fact that scares the living hell out of me. But I left, full of regret, because walking out her door after fucking her felt all wrong.

Daisy is not just a booty call. She deserves so much more than that.

I pour myself a cup of coffee then sit on the small couch in my office, flicking on game tape. My phone buzzes as soon as it starts to play. I smile when I see Daisy’s name on my screen.

Daisy: You ready for the game tomorrow night, coach?

Me: Never been more.

Daisy: Of course you are. You were born ready.

Me: Are you going to celebrate with me after we win?

Daisy: I like your confidence. What did you have in mind?

Me: You, ass up on my bed while I fuck you from behind.

Daisy: That can probably be arranged.

My cock hardens behind the zipper of my pants.

Daisy: I hate to ruin a good time, but you’re going for dinner after the game, right?

I sigh, flopping back into the couch. Bringing up my dad is the ultimate boner killer. My parents have always liked throwing parties—any excuse to get dressed up and talk about themselves with their friends. My mom decided that the last Outlaws football game of the season is the perfect excuse, and while I doubt my dad gives a shit about the game, he agreed to the party. They’ve booked the back half of Catch 21, Reed Point’s swankiest restaurant, after tomorrow night’s game. I told them I would go, but my plan is to eat and run.

Me: I am, but only if you’re coming with me.

Daisy: I’ll be there. You know I always have your back.

Me: I know, and I appreciate it.

Daisy: Good luck, coach. Go get ‘em.

Me: Night, rebel.

I toss my phone to the side and return to watching tapes, trying hard to shake off the distraction of the many filthy ways I plan on celebrating after the game with Daisy.

I wokeup this morning with a pit in my stomach the size of a golf ball. It was 6 a.m. when I finally jumped out of bed after tossing and turning all night. I went for a run then hit the weight room at the university. After a quick shower, I went to class and it was clear that the students were as checked out as I was, already buzzing with anticipation for the Division 2 national championship tonight. I couldn’t blame them. The Outlaws are the hometown team, and this is the biggest event of the year. By the time classes were over, students were running out the door to get ready to watch the boys take home the title.

If it’s up to me, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.

“You look like you could use a stiff drink with that sandwich,” Jesse says as he lowers himself into the chair across from my desk, nodding to the turkey clubhouse in my hands.

“I probably could. Slept like shit. I guess you know what that’s all about.”

He nods as if to prove my point. “I love Noah more than anything on this planet, but the kid hates to sleep.”

“You only have another 20 years until you get a good night’s rest,” I say, grinning at him. “And don’t they say those years fly by or some shit like that?”

Jesse chuckles, sipping from a coffee mug that reads,This is what an awesome dad looks likewith an arrow pointing up.

“Are you done making fun of me?” he asks with a bored stare.

“For now.”

“You laugh now, but one day it’s going to be you.”

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