Page 87 of A Quarterback for Christmas

Coach turns his computer screen, and I start to feel queasy.

Right there, staring at me in the face, is my giant ass on a black and white security camera. My body is draped completely over Bella because it’s at the point where I’m eating her out. “Another reason we don’t give players keys is to avoid situations like this.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bile rises up my throat the longer I watch the video. It’s all there for Coach to see. “How did you get this?”

Fuck.

No wonder Bella hasn’t called me. If her dad has found this, she’s probably in lockdown, never to be seen by modern civilization again. How the hell am I supposed to look Coach in the eyes after this?

He’s seen me eating his daughter out while she sucks me off.

I cover my eyes because it’s better than facing my demons. One of them being my poor judgment. I knew I should have called her off at the time, but she was too tempting, and I was too willing to take the risk. Well, that risk has backfired.

“Did you really think you’d get away with this?”

“I, uh.” How the hell am I supposed to answer that?‘Sorry, but your daughter was just too tempting to say no to.’Doubt that would go down well.

“To have the audacity to wear your number while getting your dick sucked in the gym is embarrassing.” Still watching the clip, I’m mesmerized in the worst possible way. Luckily, in the blurriness of the picture and my big ass thighs in the way, youcan only make out Bella’s blonde hair, but it’s still embarrassing that my coach is watching this.

Come to think of it, why hasn’t Coach pulled out his pistol and shot me yet?

When I asked his permission in high school to date Bella, he threatened me with said pistol just for considering asking her out. This is way worse.

I should be six feet under by now.

“It’s one thing to discreetly use the private gym during closing hours, but it’s certainly another to bring a cleat chaser in there and dothaton the benches. How do you think that’s going to make me look? You’re the only player I trusted with that key, and you did this?”

I push out the breath I was holding because I’m marginally relieved. Judging by that turn of phrase, I’m going to take a guess that he doesn’t realize that cleat chaser is, in fact, his daughter.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

The grainy video stops just as I come, masking both our faces.

Coach raises his brows in disbelief. “Oh, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an ‘I’m sorry’ to get out of this one, McCallister.” His voice is laced with disappointment. I hate that I’m the reason for it. He’s the one man I look up to in this world, and here I am, doing things I know I shouldn’t, with his daughter, who I know is off-limits.

“The video has leaked.”

“What?”

He closes his eyes and purses his lips in disappointment. “That’s the only reason I know about it. Footage is usually deleted after forty-eight hours. Unfortunately for you, someone must have seen you walking in, recorded the clip on their phone, and shared it around.”

He can’t be serious? Can he?

This can’t be happening.

“Found a couple of the freshman guys looking at it in the locker room. Told them to delete it and tell anyone else that had it to do the same. Warned them that there would be consequences for sharing porn across campus.

“Fuck.” I ran a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, looking at the ceiling in disbelief.

“Don’t swear, son.” Son? I feel less like his son and more like his creepy neighbor staring at his daughter. The new intake on the team has seen my ass. How am I supposed to get them to respect me after that?

“How much of the clip came out?” It stopped playing, but was that all anyone saw?

“Only what I showed you, but frankly, I don’t want to know about what else you did in there, so please leave my thoughts somewhat pure.”

As embarrassing as this whole thing is, I’m relieved that mine and Bella’s faces can’t be seen. It may be obvious that it’s me from the shirt, but at least Bella’s been saved from the embarrassment.

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