Page 10 of Daddy's Treat

I was studying at the library, but I kept losing focus. I decided to go on a walk around campus. What are you doing?

Again, his response is instant, like he’s waiting for me to respond to him just like I’m waiting for him.

I’m working.

I wonder what he does. It strikes me as odd that I’m so stuck on a man that I know virtually nothing about. I send him another text asking what he does.

Why don’t you come see, shortcake?

All eleven million butterflies in my stomach jump to attention, and I feel a little nauseous. Or maybe that’s excitement? No, definitely, nausea. Perhaps a sprinkle or two of excitement.

I don’t give myself time to overthink my response.

Okay, where are you?

Close. Come to the football stadium.

A little tendril of unease unfurls inside me. Football stadiums typically have football players. Football players have become the bane of my existence thanks to Lucy and Tricia. It’s Saturday, surely the players are all recovering from their Friday night shenanigans.

As I walk toward the stadium, excited anticipation replaces the nausea, and I can’t quit smiling.

That little part of me that secretly loves kinky books is saying ‘Kade’ on repeat. Fantasizing about him was probably not the best of plans because now I have all this fictional angst built up in my system and no way to relieve it.I bet Kade could help with that.

Chicken and waffles, I need to get ahold of myself. Just because he thinks I’m pretty—maybe, that could’ve been a dream—and just because he invited me to see him this morning doesn’t mean he’s going to be all “Penny, I want to ravish you. Let me rip your bodice.” He’s just being nice. That’s all.

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Kade

Penny doesn’t respondto my text. I shouldn’t have been so forward. She’s not like the women who throw themselves at me. I need to remember that. Ever since high school, girls have been easy to come by. I’ve had football groupies literally throw themselves at me. A lot of the guys took advantage. Not me. I’m not a monk or anything, but I definitely am more discerning when it comes to who I date. Even more so after the colossal mistake that is Dean Michaels.

When I first moved to Newton, I made the mistake of taking Dean Michaels up on her offer to show me around town. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know anyone but my sister-in-law and Walt. After two months of doing nothing but coach my team and hang out with Louise and Walt, I was ready for a little recreational activity. Camille Michaels is a beautiful woman and seemed nice enough.

That old saying about a wolf in sheep’s clothing is entirely accurate when it comes to that woman. She is exactly the kind of woman that I avoided throughout my football career. She did everything but crawl under the table at the restaurant and suck my cock. I quickly declined her offer of drinks at her place and have done my best to let her know in no uncertain terms that I don’t want a relationship.

Two years later and she’s still not gotten it through her head that we will never happen. I’ve been able to brush her off, claiming to be too focused on the team to have time for a real relationship and that she deserves someone who can put her first. I probably shouldn’t be so passive-aggressive with how I handle her advances, but I’m still a new here, and she’s my boss. I’m looking for tenure at this school, and if I piss her off, that won’t happen.

“Carsen and Smith, what the fuck is wrong with you today? Get your heads out of your asses and quit playing like your grandmas.” I know what is wrong with them. They are so hungover they have alcohol pouring from their pores as they sweat. “Daniels, get your ass in gear!”

Shepherd and Troy are the only ones who have their heads in the game. Not surprised, they are both shoo-ins for making the pros when they graduate, maybe sooner. Shepherd is the best running back I’ve ever seen for someone so young, and Troy is an absolute beast on the field. One of the best defensive linemen in the college league, if not the best. If he’d had my back during the game that killed my career, that asshole would’ve never had a chance to sack me. I could be bitter about that, but I’m not. Instead, I put all my focus on honing his talent. When he gets drafted, I want him to be the best he can be.

I’m about to go out onto the field and knock Carsen and Smith’s heads together when I smell her sweet, strawberry scent. Every single head turns toward where I instinctively know she’s standing, even super focused Shepherd and Troy. One of the guys whistles and makes an obscene comment that has my blood boiling.

When I turn to face Penny, I can see why they are all staring. She’s a fucking wet dream come true. How she doesn’t see her own appeal, I don’t know because she’s everything a man could ever ask for and then some.

It takes me about two seconds to see why the guys have their tongues hanging out. Penny’s outfit is casual, but she couldn’t be any sexier if she were wearing skimpy lingerie.

“Get back to work!” I shout at my players. When that doesn’t get them moving, I threaten them with drills. They are quick to get back to running practice plays, I made good on my promise to give them extra work this morning.

I can’t take my eyes off of Penny. She’s so effortlessly beautiful. Her brown hair is up in a messy knot on top of her head as if she couldn’t be bothered to do anything with it. It’s sexy without even trying. The hairstyle accentuates the long line of her neck, tempting someone to leave their mark on her porcelain skin.

Her face is scrubbed clean of the makeup she wore last night, leaving her looking even more innocent than she did dressed as a child’s cartoon character. It makes me want to defile her, make her my naughty little girl. My cock firmly agrees with this plan.

My eyes trail lower, and I groan when I really look at what she’s wearing. Today is unseasonably warm, and Penny is obviously taking advantage. Her sweatshirt is tied around her waist, leaving her in only a white camisole. Which in and of itself isn’t a problem, except that it’s quite apparent she isn’t wearing a bra. Her pink nipples press proudly to the nearly translucent material.

My cock was already half-hard, just being close to her. Now it’s fully hard and pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans. I have to grab onto the railing between us, so I don’t fall to my knees and suck her nipples through her shirt just to get a little taste before ripping that tank top clean off her body and tasting her skin directly.

I glance behind me, and the guys are running plays like I told them. None of them are looking at Penny, but possessiveness roars to the surface. They could look up at any moment and see my girl looking so sexy it almost hurts.

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