I had no idea how gorgeous the new coach was, though. James had to be six-foot-tall, with a muscled body in his track shorts and a fitted t-shirt. He had the kind of hair that you just wanted to drag your fingers through and deep green eyes that promised sin on a stick.
I couldn’t stop looking at him, trying to figure the man out. I guessed that he was in his thirties mainly due to his job, but he looked like he could be in his upper twenties. I was drawn to him, more than I’d ever been to a man in my life. He was sexy and looked like he could handle a woman in bed, unlike any of the guys that had paid me any attention through school. They were all as into school as I was and had the moves of a turtle. The few kisses that I’d had were dull and awkward, but James had full lips that promised a good time.
Jesus, my hormones must be in full gear. Way to go at twenty years old when I was trying to solidify my life and goals. I needed to keep that way from Dad’s work, but there was some heat between James and me that I couldn’t ignore.
All of the other coaches that he’d worked with were more of a fatherly age. There was no sex appeal whatsoever, and I’d be able to talk to them anytime without feeling a single flash of heat. It was business as usual. James made me want to get to know him better and become a part of whatever world he was hiding underneath those clothes.
I saw him going to a shiny black Escalade in the garage when we were leaving. He waved and I swear that our eyes locked for a moment before he was gone and I was left with the team heading out around us as they greeted Dad and tried to give me sly looks. They were young and dumb, jocks to the fullest degree. Not my type. I wanted someone that could have a real conversation with me, challenge my mind. I wanted someone that knew what to do and when to do it. Athletes were not my bag but nor were the guys that I knew from classes or labs.
“What’s his story? He seems young,” I observed as I got into my father’s brand new gray Range Rover.
“He played for San Francisco until he got hurt a couple years back. It was a knee injury, and he was out of the game but had a lot of skills to offer a group of guys. I didn’t hire him, but I would have if I’d been the owner at the time. James is going to take this team far this year.”
I played with my messy bun and watched as he drove out of the garage and turned to head to the excellent steakhouse that he favored. “So you might be going to the championship?”
“I hope so. This town needs it,” Dad told me as I looked over at him and pushed my glasses up with my left pointer finger. “Maybe you’ll actually get into the sport that way.”
I grinned at him. Dad was always giving me a hard time for not loving sports the way that he did. “That’s why you have Ryan and Thomas, Dad. They watch the sports with you.” My brothers lived for games. I think Dad gave up with me early on when it was obvious that I was more of a bookworm.
“True, but you’re always invited.” I nodded and looked forward as we kept driving down the crowded road.
My body was still hot and throbbing in places that were new to me. I nodded and leaned back as we got lost in traffic. Maybe I should get into football, at least to see more of James.
We went to Barclay Prime, since it was Mom and Dad’s favorite place to eat. It was nice inside with the black and white floors and architecture inside, very pleasing to the eye. The food was also good, though I leaned more towards ordering salmon than I did any red meat. I wasn’t a vegetarian by any means, I just preferred the fish and artichoke for a meal than the standard meat and potatoes.
I ordered an iced tea and smiled as my brothers joined us, ready for a night of sports talk. I didn’t think I’d mind it if I could watch James discuss it. He could make anything sexy and I shivered at the idea of him teaching one of my classes. God, what a divine thought that was. When you’re in a major such as Engineering, most of the professors matched the subject to a t.
Mom listened to her men with a loving smile on her face but also asked me about school. Her and Daddy were protective of me, though I wasn’t sure why. I’d been one of the best behaved of the three of us, always quiet and responsible. Maybe it was because I was the youngest and a girl and it was natural for parents to want to protect daughters. I guess I might come off as naive sometimes as well, but I was observant and sharp when it came to people. I just didn’t give in to what they wanted most of the time.
That’s why I was still a virgin. I didn’t want a clumsy excuse for a first time with someone my age, just to get it out of the way. I wanted someone that knew what they wanted, someone that could show a more dominant side with me. I was the smartest kid in school since the beginning and it seemed like a lot of people did what I wanted as a result. I needed a change for that and my virginity was a subject that I would be stubborn about.
I pretended to listen to the conversation as I picked at my plate and daydreamed about James, knowing that he was the man that I wanted.
CHAPTER 3
James
I heard the alarm go off and took a deep breath. I wanted to go for a long run and I looked beside me to see that Amber had left. She was good about taking off when the sex was over, almost as if she was never there. It had been a great night and she’d been a willing recipient to my cock that was hardened by a young dangerous girl.
I imagined Tory’s messy hair piled on top of her head as I felt my body responding and reached down to give myself a little tug. There was something in her eyes that went against her clothing and appearance, a need that I didn’t see often in a woman. It was something that screamed for me to take care of it but I knew that she was off limits.
I jerked off in the shower despite the numerous positions I’d had Amber in last night. It felt good to shoot all over the blue tile and I jerked forward with it as I tried to picture her naked. She looked like she had some decent tits and I wondered if her nipples were large or small. Did she liked them sucked or bitten? Jesus, I was fucking hard again and I rinsed off and changed into my shorts and tank top to jog in before practice.
It was still early and the sun was just rising as I hit the city streets. There were always a few people around running along with me, but for the most part the city wasn’t alive quite yet. This was the best part of the day in my eyes and I took it in as I set an even running pace. I listened to the alternative rock playing in one ear and stared forward as I tried to think about my team.
They were a good group of guys ranging in age from just out of college to a few years in. They worked well together and for the most part, focused on the game. I sometimes had to ride their asses to pay attention to the moment but that was part of being young. I thought I had forever in my career when I was younger, but it turned out that I didn’t and I wanted these guys to appreciate every moment. I never had kids with Wendy but my team was like a whole group of them to me, despite my young age.
I stopped at a light and jogged in place for a moment as I watched a woman move in front of me, my eyes dropping to her ass in the tight black running pants that she wore. I eyed her slowly as I waited for the light to change and she moved in place as my eyes rested on her neck with her hair pulled up into a ponytail.
Honey colored hair…I wondered if this was Tory as the light changed and she jogged across the street in a fluid motion, much different than what I’d expect from the girl in the baggy shirt that I saw yesterday. Her ass was round enough to move with the running, but tight enough to make me hard all over again as I followed her. She jogged to the next corner and moved to the right to enter the gym, and I watched her every movement as she disappeared from sight.
I did hear someone say the name Tory as the glass door closed though and I wanted her even more now. I considered working out instead of jogging, since it was the same gym that I belonged to keep working out separate from the team and my job. I settled for running a bit longer and then going in for a quick workout, as least as much as I could before I had to be at the stadium.
I stepped into the gym and glanced around as I headed to the treadmills. I didn’t need to jog more but I wanted to see her again and I took my spot on the machine, turning it on as I took another look around. I was acting like a horny teenager but now that I caught more of a glimpse of her, I was even more turned on by her. I reminded myself of Wendy and the hell that I was in because of her.
The hell I’d be in if I was caught with the owner’s daughter was far worse than anything that could happen in divorce court. I’d lose my job, possibly my career. Gary would blacklist me from the NFL.
I needed to calm my shit down and pretend that she didn’t exist. There were plenty of women that I could spend some time with and Tory was never going to be one of them.
I was getting into a good run on the treadmill and watched the news as I started to relax. I was almost done when I heard laughter and looked over to see a group of women leaving a class, dressed as skimpily as they could be and still be decent and sweaty. Tory walked behind all of them as she tugged a large tank over her black sports bra and raised her arms over her head. They headed to the door to leave and I looked away as her head swiveled my way.
There was no way I would make eye contact with her.
There was no reason to, since nothing could happen.