Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

Riggs

I cup the back of my neck as I wait for my coffee to be placed on the counter. I didn't get much sleep last night, and after my morning activities, I didn't catch a nap. Nope, I'm too keyed up from all the thoughts and feels of Clara McDavid. A smirk pulls at my lips as I recount what she said she's going to have under her dress tonight. I can't wait to get my hands on her creamy skin, to taste her and devour her in all the ways possible.

Fuck, I want her.

My phone vibrates in my hand, and I lift it up to see a message from the girl who has been on my mind like crazy for the last couple days.

Clara: Do you like muffins?

I bring in my brows, and then I smirk.

Me: I do enjoy your muffin. Pretty sure I made that clear this morning.

My mouth waters at the thought of her pretty center all ready for me to eat, as her next message comes through.

Clara: No, I mean eating muffins.

Me: I did eat your muffin. Very tasty.

Clara: Riggs! Come on!

Me: Truthfully, no, I don't like muffins. I'm more of a donut kind of guy.

Clara: Ah, okay. I was going to get you a muffin at Drippy Drip for a late-night snack.

I look up at the sound of the door as she flutters in. Her dark-brown hair is down, loose waves over her shoulders. She's wearing a floral sundress in all kinds of pinks, blues, purples, and greens that stops right at her thighs, showing off her long legs and her pink-painted toes. She looks fucking adorable, that's for sure.

I look back down at my phone.

Me: I'll eat anything from you.

I look over at her as her lips curve up in that wicked grin of hers. Her eyes light up, the navy so bright, it's intoxicating.

My phone vibrates.

Clara: Anything on me, or that I bring you?

Me: Shit, I'll eat the muffin off your muffin, baby girl. If it has to do with you, I want it.

I watch as a flush creeps along her neck and up her cheeks as her grin grows.

Clara: Not to assume, but I think you might like me, Coach, Sir, Man Guy.

I grin, licking my lips.

Me: Good assumption.

I look back over at her, but she's not grinning like I thought she would be. Instead, she's got her arms around Gavin Hepworth. He hugs her tightly, grinning from ear to ear as they part, and he looks down at her with pure adoration in his eyes. She greets him with a smile that belongs to me, and my fucking jaw goes tight. I have no right to walk over there and knock my fist into his perfect smile, but that doesn't mean I don't want to. How dare he look at my girl?

Your girl?

Dammit to hell, what is happening to me?

I narrow my eyes as they continue to talk. She's moving her hands a lot, but I can't hear what either of them is saying because it's so loud in here.

"Coach?"

I look up to see my coffee is waiting for me. With a nod of thanks, I grab it and then look back at where Clara and Gavin are standing. If I'm honest with myself, she looks good with him. He's all light like she is, kind, and he'd be good for her. He's only a year older than her, and I bet she wouldn't call him Grandpa like she does me.

She definitely wouldn't call him Daddy.

No, that's only for me.

I don't want her with him. I want her with me.

Clara is mine.

She must feel me staring at her because her eyes move to me, and gone is the sweet girl who was looking up at him. Instead, my feral little baby girl is looking only at me. Her lips part, her eyes go hooded, and then she is giving me that sinful grin that I want to be the last thing I see before I die. Fuck, she's gorgeous. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and pure defiance plays on her face.

She is going to be my downfall.

She lifts her hand, batting those sweet lashes up at Gavin as she places the hand that belongs on me against his chest. It's only for the briefest of seconds, but it gets my blood rushing through my body. She wiggles her hips, grinning up at him in a way that's so damn saccharine, I want to throttle her. When she lets out a breathy little sigh of, "Oh Gavin, stop! I'm related to Alex now. I have to say he's the best goalie!"

I see red, but I don't react.

No. That's what my little minx wants.

She wants me to lose my cool, but I'm not going to give it to her.

She wants to fuck with me? Well, I can fuck with her.

I lick my lips as I run my hand down my beard before dropping it into my pocket. Her eyes trace the movement and even stay on me as I take a long pull of my coffee. We lock eyes, and I dare her to touch him again. She doesn't, thank God, but when she turns to place an order, Gavin leans into her side, saying, "Just put hers with mine."

Without hesitation, I walk toward them as I say, "And I'll pay for them both."

Gavin and Clara look up as I hand the cashier my card. Clara smiles as Gavin sputters, "Oh. Hey, Coach! Thanks."

"No problem." Clara's eyes don't leave mine. She orders three pomegranate-orange muffins and a smoothie, while he orders who the hell knows what. I don't even see him. All I see are her doe eyes and that mouth that is all curved up for me.

Not him. Me.

"Hi, Coach McCoy."

"Miss McDavid."

Her eyes flutter with trouble, and I can't help but chuckle at her antics. She's a damn brat if I've ever seen one. She licks her pouty lips as she closes the distance to me and the counter where the orders are delivered. She stands between Gavin and me, her legs crossed at the ankles as she plays with the hem of her skirt, looking all innocent and fucking delectable.

I'm the only one who knows she's pure fucking trouble.

"Your dress is very pretty," I tell her, and she preens up at me.

Gavin says something, but I'm too busy typing a message to her.

Me: It'd look better on my floor as you sit on my face.

Clara glances at her phone, and her eyes widen before she slaps a hand across her mouth. I hold back my laughter while I stand beside her, her heat, her cherry smell, leaving me dizzy with want for her.

"You okay?" Gavin asks, and Clara only nods, not looking at him.

"Just fine," she mutters as she drops her hands to her phone. She tips it more toward me, so he can't see, and types me back.

Clara: Or around my hips as I suck you to the back of my throat.

I take a deep breath, my cock loving the sound of that.

Hell, I do too.

"Are you waiting for something, Coach?"

I nod and lie, "Sure am."

He nods, but I pay him no mind as I text Clara.

Me: Waiting for you to blow this dude off and let me fuck you in the bathroom.

Beside me, Clara's lips quirk as she looks up from her phone to Gavin. "Sorry, what?"

"Can I take you out again tonight?"

Dude's got balls, I'll give him that. I act like my phone is the most amazing thing in the world as she says, "Sorry, I have plans tonight."

"Oh, too bad."

"Totally."

"Maybe another time?"

I fully expect her to agree. She's a good girl, but to my surprise, she says, "I'm not gonna lead you on, Gavin. I've just started dating someone."

Dating.

Hmm.

I don't like that word.

"Dating? So, you can date me too. You're not exclusive, are you?"

Can I trade him? I think I have the power to do that.

Before she can answer him, her name is called, and she gets her food and drink. She looks over her shoulder at us. "Thanks, Coach. See you around, Gavin."

I want to clock the kid for watching my girl walk away, those sweet little globes swaying side to side under her skirt, which swishes and gives wee peeks of the backs of her milky thighs.

My thighs. That I want to mark and turn a bright pink.

My groin tightens as my heart picks up in cadence.

I look over at Gavin as he looks back at me. "Can't win them all," he says with a shrug,

I nod in agreement as my phone sounds.

It's an image of the dress Clara had on across the sink in a bathroom. In the mirror, I can see that she's only in her bra and panties.

Fucking minx.