Page 25 of Scoring with the Coach's Daughter

I set the table when Ellie storms into the house like a hurricane. Her wild curls fly in the air and her cheeks are flushed with excitement from her first day at camp. She drops her little backpack with a dramatic thud and kicks off her sneakers, barely missing the hall rug.

“And then Jake made us do… um, cale-sen-tics?” she exclaims, her brows furrowed as she struggles with the word.

I lean against the kitchen counter, hiding a smile behind my coffee mug. “You mean calisthenics, sweetheart,” I say gently, enunciating the word slowly.

Ellie huffs, crossing her arms. “That’s what I said! Cale-sen-tics!”

I can’t help but laugh, setting down my mug and ruffling her curls. “Close enough. You did great, though. Sounds like Jake kept everyone on their toes.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Ellie admits, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “I’m super popular at camp because Jake’s staying with us. They say he’s famous.”

I raise an eyebrow, amused. “Well, he kind of is,” I reply, my tone light but affectionate. “He’s a big deal in football, you know.”

Ellie snorts. “I don’t even know what famous means. But if it means he makes everyone laugh and does funny jumping jacks, then yeah, he’s famous.”

Before I can respond, the screen door creaks open, and Jake steps inside, freshly showered and changed into a simple T-shirt and worn jeans. His presence fills the room effortlessly, and I catch the subtle grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Speaking of famous,” I tease, “look who’s back.”

Ellie rushes over to him, her excitement renewed. “Jake! Did you know you’re famous?” she demands, hands on her hips like atiny detective.

Jake chuckles, ruffling her curls. “Is that so? I guess I missed the memo.”

I stand, brushing my hands on my jeans. “You hungry? I was about to put dinner together. You should join us.” It’s more than an ask. I want more of him and I love the sight of him sitting at our family table. Besides, I have plans for dessert.

The warmth in his eyes makes something settle comfortably in my chest. “I’d love to,” he replies.

“Can you open the wine?” I ask as I chop lettuce, tomatoes, and radishes to make salads.

“Sure.” He reaches for the wine bottle on the corner and opens it. I know he knows a fine wine when he sees it and it’s expensive. He catches my glance and cocks an eyebrow at me as if he’s asking the meaning of it.

Damn. He’s too astute. I’m saved from making a reply when Ellie grabs his hand and pulls him toward the table. “And I’ll tell you all about how I’m a camp helper now because I know all the ropes. And I’m popular because everyone knows you.”

Jake smiles and he has the patience of a saint. Ellie might be a bit spoiled because it’s usually just her and I and occasionally Maggie.

I hand Jake two wine glasses and he pours.

Ah, wine, the gift of liquid courage.

I divide the lasagne onto plates. Jake puts the salad on the table and we sit together. Ellie entertains us with camp stories.

After dinner, I help Ellie take a bath and she dresses for bed. I read her a few pages from Harry Potter before I tucked her in and returned to Jake.

I don’t remember what sex feels like because it’s been so long. Sure the pink vibrator helps but it’s not the same as a man touching my body and making me feel—well, like this, nervous, horny, and out of control.

We sit together on the sofa. His cologne mingles with the night air circulating through the screens. The sofa is smaller with his large frame, and then he leans toward me.

I glance up, and his eyes catch them roving over his bulging cock.

He kisses me gently at first, like when we were at my father’s party. I wrap my arms around his neck and fist his hair. Shock waves of desire and his mouth ravages mine. I love the fullness of his lips. Warmth spreads down my body. He holds me in his arms, and I run my hands down his tightly fitted athletic shirt. His muscles are solid. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t have the finest body South of the Mason-Dixon line.

His fingers unbutton my blouse, and he moves my bra to cup my breast. Mission accomplished; he rubs his hand over my nipple making it pebble. A shiver runs up my spine as I melt into the sofa and he leans over me. I raise my legs, wrapping them around his waist.

I grab him and discover he’s huge as I stroke him slowly, and watching my hand slide over his huge cock excites me.

He scoops me into his arms. I gasp in surprise when he carries me up the steps.

“I can walk,” I mumble.

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