Page 52 of Topping the Jock
He wore a headset and a windbreaker with our school name across the back. His athletic pants clung to his toned ass, and I had to force myself not to stare. Which was hard since he was facing the center of the field where the refs were gathered, his ass right in my line of sight.
“Evening, Quinn.” Principal Peterson stood in the walkway beside our bench. “Mind if I sit with you?”
“Of course not.” I scooted over a little to give her room, and then I motioned to my dad. “Gwen, this is my dad, Brian. Dad, this is Gwen Peterson, the principal.”
And my boss.
“Nice to meet you, Brian,” Gwen said with a smile, shaking my dad’s hand.
He smiled right back. “You too.”
I glanced between the two of them, wondering why my dad was grinning like a dopey teenager.Whatever.I focused back on the players as halftime ended and they jogged back to the field.
It was a close game. We scored a touchdown and tried for a two-point conversion, which was successful, but we were still down two points. With two minutes on the clock, Dean intercepted the ball and ran for a touchdown. Everyone in the bleachers jumped to their feet, screaming for him. When he scored, Monty did an excited jump and looked so proud. The rest of the players on our team attacked Dean when he returned to the sidelines.
Our team had the ball, and with so little time on the board, it was near impossible for the other side to steal it back and score. The game ended, and people from the stands rushed onto the field to congratulate our team.
“One heck of a game,” Dad said, gathering his trash before standing.
Gwen agreed with him before looking at me. “See you on Monday.”
Dad stared after her with a boyish smile.
“Um…” I paused as he turned to me. “Do you have the hots for the principal?”
“Don’t be silly,” Dad responded, averting his eyes from me and walking away from the bench.
I looked back at Monty, who was surrounded by players as he talked to them. The boys had all taken a knee and were intently listening to him. Whatever he was saying pumped them up even more than they already were after their win.
“You gonna make me walk home?” Dad asked from behind me.
I tore my gaze from Monty and faced him. We had driven together. I couldn’t see Monty right now anyway, since he had to stick around and go back to the locker rooms for the boys to change out of their uniforms and leave.
“Come on,” I said, before heading toward the parking lot.
“Who were you starin’ at?” Dad walked at my side.
“No one.”
Dad didn’t press me on the issue, thankfully. We got in my car, and I drove him home.
“Thanks for inviting me tonight,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt once I pulled up to his house. “Had a lot of fun.”
“Me too.” Which was true. I might not have understood everything about football, but it was nice spending time with him. Seeing Monty wasn’t bad either, I guess. “Have a good night, Dad.”
“Same to you, kiddo.” He got out and shut the door.
I waited until he went into his house before heading home. I wanted to clean up a little before going over to Monty’s. The past few days with him had been amazing, if I was being honest. I was quickly becoming addicted to the feel of him beneath me and how he moaned when I touched him in all the right places.
Even more than that, I was becoming addicted to how I felt when around him. Relationships in the past had never worked out. Opening up was hard for me. I was also super picky when it came to men. None of them had given me that spark.
Well, none of them except for Monty.
I took a quick shower and changed into a sweatshirt and jeans before spraying on a touch of cologne. Monty really seemed to like the scent. It also occurred to me in that moment that almost every thought in my head was about him. Everything I did made me think of Monty and his too-sexy, annoying ass. The jerk.
My phone lit up with a notification.
Monty:Back home. Head over when you’re ready ;)
