Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“I know,” I murmured. “But I can handle her. Just know that I love you and that you’re the woman I’m going to marry.”
Raleigh relented. “Yes, Coach.”
Grinning, I left the house and hurried to my truck, jumping inside and starting it up before I even had the door all the way closed.
Moments after that, I was backing out of the driveway and hurrying toward the school.
I was going to be late, so I called Allic and asked him to get started on a few drills without me until I could get there.
He agreed, and by the time I arrived at the school I was already six minutes late.
Coach Casper’s car was parked at the front of the lot where the staff was allowed to park, and I had to wonder why she was here this early when she didn’t have practice until the afternoon.
Giving Raleigh’s parting words a whirl, I contemplated heading straight for the field.
Knowing my assistant coach was on the ball unlike me, I made a detour to my office to grab a couple of protein bars since I hadn’t had a chance to grab breakfast after my workout today.
Only, when I got to the hallway that led to my office, a sound alerted me to someone using it, causing me to freeze.
“Oh, fuck.” I heard a low, breathy moan. “Yes, harder, baby.”
My brows rose, and my mouth dropped open in surprise.
Someone was having sex in my office!
Somebody was using my office as a goddamn bedroom, and I was pissed.
When I pushed the closed door open moments after inserting my key into the lock, I wasn’t prepared for what I found.
Nothing could’ve ever prepared me to see Coach Jacklyn Casper and Mackie Tombs fucking on my goddamn desk—both of them completely buck ass naked.
Mackie was pumping away while Coach Casper got her fill—literally and figuratively—and not paying the least bit of attention to me or the now not-so-empty office.
I backed away slowly, and stood beside the door, wondering at what I should do.
My first inclination was to snap a picture to ensure that I was believed, but in the end, I decided to go down the hall to the trainer’s office and pull him in. Only, instead of finding the trainer, I found the school resource officer.
Flint Stone was in one of the trainer’s rehab chairs reading something out of a file folder.
He looked up when I entered.
“Problem, Coach?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Uhh,” I hesitated. “I need you to witness something.”
Flint was a good man. He was a thirty-three-year-old vet and had a damn good head on his shoulders. I liked him and respected him a lot, so I knew that he could handle what was about to happen.
“This isn’t gonna be pretty,” I told him right before I led him to my office, where the fucking had gotten more exuberant.
I rounded the corner at almost the same instant that Flint did and was unsurprised when his ‘holy fuck’ left his mouth, causing both Mackie and Coach Casper to gasp in surprise.
“What the fuck?” Flint boomed, using his Marine voice.
If I wasn’t so goddamn flabbergasted about what was going on in my office, I might’ve asked the same goddamned thing. Sadly, I was not just surprised, but pissed, causing me to momentarily question everything that was about to come out of my mouth.
“Get dressed,” I ordered Mackie. “Coach Casper…clothes.”
Then we turned around as I dialed Principal Sherpa’s number.
Moments after that, I called the cops.
I was sick to my stomach.
The two had crossed quite a few moral boundaries.
And all I could think about the entire time that I was sorting shit out for the next hour was that Raleigh was right…and she was going to freak the fuck out.
***
The moment that our eyes met, I knew that she knew.
Her eyes were rimmed with darkness, and she looked tired.
I was sure that she’d been woken up by the gossip mill. If not by another teacher, then by the students.
The football players had figured out rather quickly what had gone on when a couple of police cruisers had shown up, taking both Mackie and Coach Casper to the police station. From that moment on, the players had let their mouths run like wildfire, spreading the news far and wide.
The moment she came within a foot of me, I pulled her into my arms, causing the students in the hallway around us to all go, “Awwww.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled Raleigh into my classroom that I used for the next three periods, looking at her with wide eyes.
“Well, I hear that you got a little action today,” she whispered teasingly.
I rolled my eyes. “I wish I didn’t. I can’t erase that shit from my brain.”
She patted me on the hand and then leaned in so that the front of her body was pressed to mine.