13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Shawn

I leaned against the desk as I watched this woman put her clothes back on, trying to look like she just hadn’t been thoroughly ravished in twenty different ways. Okay, we didn’t have twenty different sex positions, but I had taken her again, and again, then ate her out one last time while she enjoyed my cock.

She said she wanted to taint her dad’s office, and we did. So, once we rested after the desk scene, I had her ride me in his chair. And shit, that was hot. Maybe it was all the little nips and sucks she was doing that sent me through the roof. After that, I had her back against the door, then the wall, and then against his trophy case. Finally, ended it all on his couch.

Needless to say, I enjoyed this big ‘screw you’ to him as much as she did.

I know it was wrong, and childish, but he was being the same way.

Besides, when my girl wanted it, my girl was going to get it.

And she was my girl. I wasn’t just saying that.

Something clicked. Maybe it was the way Coach was. Maybe it was the way I just saw her and my palms got sweaty and my mind stuttered to a halt. Maybe it was just her. But she was mine and I sure had no plans of giving her up.

I also had no big plan yet to tell her how I feel, even if I was pretty sure she knew it.

“Shall we,” she told me, taking my hand.

We both looked around the room, seeing the many spots that we had taken each other, and it felt good.

Granted, if I had to come talk to this man in here, I wasn’t promising I could keep a straight face. And certainly, couldn’t sit there and not think of all the ways we had fun. All behind his back.

And though she wouldn’t have as many reasons to be in here as me, something told me she’d be in the same boat.

“Let’s go, Shorty. You don’t regret any part of this, do you?”

“You mean us? Or do you mean tainting everything?”

“Well, both I guess.”

“No, Shawn, I don’t. I know it might seem odd, but I’m not Daddy’s Princess. I love my dad; he was a great father, and I want to be as good a parent as he is. However, there are lines that I won’t cross. I can’t say my dad didn’t give me breathing room, because he did. But when it came to dating, it’s been the same speech. Stay away from the guys on my team.

“Do you know, he was the boys’ basketball coach when I was in high school. You can imagine how much smaller the dating pool became for a school that specializes in the basketball program. Not to mention, my dad helped with the coaching staff for football.

“So, yeah, my dating life sucked in high school.”

“I’m sorry,” I told her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder. And I was. I couldn’t imagine having someone like that around all the time. I could see why she pushed to jump into college and then the WNBA. And why she was so against having to come back home.

“What did your mom say about the baby? I really wish I could have been there to tell her with you.”

“No, Shorty, it’s a good thing you weren’t. I love my mom, but she blew a fuse on me. I got called quite a few names, and then she wanted to try and say you were some gold-digger, just trying to trap me. I actually had to yell at her to get her to listen.

“After two shots and a martini, she was good to talk to me again. The tune changed from being mad at you to being mad at me because I hadn’t brought you by to meet her. So, we’re having dinner with her this weekend.”

I grinned as Marketa laughed at that. These two ladies were going to get along so well. In certain aspects, Marketa reminded me of my mom, not that I was dumb enough to tell her that. But I could appreciate those a little bit more. And if I was ever stupid and walked away, I know that Marketa would have an amazing strength to take care of our baby.

We walked out of the building, my arm around her, and I walked her to her car, sharing a kiss with her before waving her off. I made her promise that she would text me as soon as she got home.

Thirty minutes later, I walked into my house, sat my keys on the table and grabbed a water. I didn’t want to jump online to see the comments about the game, but I needed to get a feel for the team right now.

It was bad enough my phone was blowing up from the guys asking what the fuck was going on, but I wasn’t about to get into everything with them. Especially not over text.

I powered up my laptop and started browsing some of the sports sites, glad to see the talk wasn’t all bad. More so about Coach. Which kind of bugged me.

He wasn’t a bad man, just a few issues, and I didn’t want to see his name drug through the mud because he couldn’t pull his head out of his ass.

I did a quick scan of the article before scrolling down, frowning at the picture at the bottom of the site.

It was one of Marketa and I as we were leaving tonight.

“Fuck.”

I rubbed the spot on my neck where they talked about love bites that were on display and questioning who this lady was that I was with. They also mentioned that this was the second time I had been seen with her and followed it up with a picture of us at the restaurant. At least the baby picture wasn’t photographed, that would be even worse.

Then it questioned if I was officially off the market and that only time would tell.

I know Coach Jones checked these sites too and I could only pray that he would be too damn pissed to go anywhere near them for the moment. Or at all.

Because learning about your daughter’s boyfriend from a website and not from her would be an even uglier picture than the one we were painting.