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He lightly shoved me before helping me back to my room. We both changed and then headed to the kitchen.

“What do you feel like?”

“How about some omelets? I can start cutting some veggies,” I offered, and he nodded, grabbing some sausage, ham, and bacon.

“I’ll start here.”

I grabbed a knife, watching him for a moment as he got to work, and I couldn’t resist walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist from behind.

“I have to admit, I like this view,” I told him, kissing the side of his neck.

“Don’t start something, Shorty. I have no problem defiling you in the kitchen, but not in Coach’s kitchen, please.”

“Thank fucking god for that, Colter. Want to explain what the fuck is going on here, anyway? Seeing as I recall stating that my daughter was off limits.”

I turned to stare at my dad, wondering what the hell he was doing home so early. And wondering how the fuck I could lie and not get Shawn in trouble.

Chapter 9

Shawn

Ilooked at Marketa who looked just about as confused as I felt. Sure, we were dating, getting to know each other, but sex never happened this weekend, and I was okay with that. For some odd reason, having it happening here, behind the Coach’s back, in his house, just didn’t feel right.

“Dad,” she said, stepping away, and I frowned at the loss of heat. I wanted her right beside me, not stepping away. “You’re home early.”

“I was going to surprise you, figured we could do something. I thought you’d be alone, not off fucking my team.”

“Hey, sir, that’s uncalled for.”

“Get the fuck out of my house Colter. I can’t even look at you right now. Given that, I can’t even figure out what that will do for the team or practice.”

“Coach Jones,” I started again, but he crossed his arms over his chest and glared right at me. I wasn’t a fool. I could read that look loud and clear.

“It’s okay, Shawn,” she said.

I nodded. There wasn’t anything I could say. And the one thing I wanted to do, to give her a light kiss, to give her my strength, sure wasn’t going to fly with her dad glaring over us.

So, I turned the stove off, removed the meat, and then ran upstairs to grab my stuff. I opened the door, glanced behind me to offer Shorty a smile, then left.

Fuck, that was painful.

How dare he be a prick. He didn’t have to be. Sure, he had said no fucking his daughter, that she was a no touching zone, but she was also an adult. She could freely talk to whoever she wanted. So, what if that person was on the team he was coaching for?

Alas, nothing I could do about it now.

*****

Four fucking days later, and I wanted to change that statement. There was a lot I could fucking do. Or at least wanted to do. None of which was legal.

I rested my hands on my knees and leaned over, trying to catch a damn breath. The man was a sadist, running me ragged out here.

And for what?

The roster went up for the first few games, and guess what? Prick that he was had me on the bench, much to the team’s disappointment.

I lifted my head as the coach blew his whistle and called the end of practice.

Thank fuck.

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