Nets and Lies(7)

He leaned closer to me. “I can’t wait until Monday to be with you.”

I curled my lips into a seductive smile. “So what are you going to do about it?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Now?”

“Why not?”

“Will is about to take the court.”

“You want me so bad then prove it to me,” I countered.

At that moment, Melanie and her basketball BFF Lauren Elrod, came out of the locker-room. I quickly changed gears.

“So are you really gonna dock me a whole letter grade for not dressing out? That’s so unfair. You’re supposed to be everyone’s favorite coach,” I whined for their benefit.

I shuddered with jealousy as Coach T grinned and winked at Melanie. When they were gone, he inched closer to me. “Meet me outside behind the old concession stand in five minutes.”

“All right.”

I waved bye to him and walked away. I backtracked around the court and went out the front doors. I glanced around. No one was paying any attention. It was dark as hell outside, and I could barely see in front of me. Stumbling, I made my way across campus to the run down area where the old football field had been.

When I turned the corner of the concession stand, Coach T grabbed me. I melted into him as his lips crushed against mine. I couldn’t see anything in the dark, but I didn’t need too. All I needed was the feel of his hands on me.

And I knew that was a certainty.

Cold air stung my bare stomach as he jerked my shirt out of my jeans. I sucked in a rasping breath before he replaced the iciness with his warm palms. They slid up my ribcage to cup my br**sts, kneading them roughly. I shivered with excitement as our tongues battled each other. Keeping one hand on my breast, he brought the other down to undo my jeans almost effortlessly. He thrust his hand inside to delve into my panties, seeking out my warmth.

“Jordan, I want you so much,” he breathed into my ear.

As his eager fingers slid inside me, I panted, “Can’t you see how much I want you?”

“Hmm, baby, you’re always so hot and wet for me. I could stay buried inside you all the time.”

Those words were all the encouragement I needed. My fingers tugged at the button on his pants. Once I had the zipper down, I shoved his underwear and pants down over his hips.

When he rammed me back against the metal wall of the concession stand, I cried out. The cold pierced my na**d skin like a thousand knives.

His fingers stopped working their magic inside me. “What’s wrong?”

Now my teeth were chattering. “The w-wall is c-cold.”

“I know how to fix that,” he murmured, as he withdrew from me to dig a condom out of his wallet.

After he slid it on, he grabbed my bare ass and lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist. In one harsh thrust, he buried himself inside me, pounding me back against the icy wall. But I didn’t feel the cold. True to his word, Coach T fixed everything. His thrusts were rushed and frantic as I grinded myself against him.

All too quickly it was over, and I wanted to cry. The fact that I needed to be connected to him so much scared me. The one thing I wouldn’t admit to my friends, my mom, or anyone else was I was in love. I hated to admit it even to myself. Somewhere between the flirtation and the affair, I’d fallen for him. He was everything I could ever imagine wanting.

After he zipped up his pants, he kissed me one last time. “Monday as usual?”

“Yes,” I replied, breathlessly.

“Good.”

He peered around the side of the concession stand and then started jogging back across campus. I waited a good ten minutes before I started back to the gym. I skidded to a stop when I saw Tara standing outside the door. “Where were you?”

“Oh, Andy wanted to talk to me for a minute.”

She eyed me suspiciously, but she didn’t say anything. “Come on. The guy’s game is already in the second quarter.”

I smoothed my shirt and hair one last time and then followed her inside. My stomach churned when I saw Coach T with his wife. She sat on the bleacher above him, draping her arms over his neck. I argued against the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. After all, it was her hanging all over him, not the other way around. He didn’t really want her anymore—he just wanted me.

I turned my head and tried to focus on the game, but all I could do was think about him. When I kept grinning like an idiot about our quickie, Tara rolled her eyes.

“Did you go out to the parking lot and hook-up with Andy?”

“Ew, no! Why would you think that?”

“Cause you’re acting all sex glowy.”

I snorted. “I promise if I touched Andy, it would be to slap the shit out of him.”

Brandi was talking up some guy beside her, so Tara leaned over to me. “I saw you talking to Coach T.”

I stared straight ahead, not allowing my face to betray anything I was feeling. “Yeah, I ran into him on the way to the bathroom.”

“You didn’t go to the bathroom,” she argued softly.

“Why don’t you say what you want to or forget it?” I asked. My knuckles were white from twisting my purse strap over and over in my hands.

Tara hesitated, biting her lip. “Is there really something going on between you and Coach T?”

My heartbeat accelerated in my chest. “Jesus, no! Can’t I think a man is hot without it meaning something else?”