“Okay,” I eventually concede, because he’s made some good points, and we need to discuss how we’re going to handle things going forward.
“Em.” Zach’s worried tone is clear in the extreme. “Are you sure you want to go off with him?”
“We need to talk.” I pin him with a knowing look. “Besides, my dad is his coach.” I mention that on purpose to gauge Adam’s reaction. His wide-eyed shell-shocked look tells me he didn’t know I was Coach’s daughter. Carter didn’t give me the vibe that he knew either, or if he does, he wears a great poker face. “I appreciate your concern, Zach, but I’ve got this.”
Scar clutches onto Zach’s arm. “You know I’m a good judge of character,” she says, eyeing Adam circumspectly. “She’ll be fine.”
Zach levels Adam with a menacing glare. “Hurt her and you’ll have me to deal with.”
“Your boyfriend can come too,” Adam coolly replies, looking directly at me.
“He’s not my boyfriend. Just a friend,” I admit although I’m unsure why. It might’ve been smarter to let him think that.
Zach’s mouth tugs up at the corners, and I sense he’s going to say something I won’t like. I send pointed ”shut up” vibes in his direction, and he chuckles. He kisses the top of my head, sneaking a cheeky feel of my ass. “Call me later, and we can hang out.”
That’s code for get high and fuck our brains out.
After the way Wes hijacked tonight, I desperately need both, so I give him a curt nod before I let Adam lead me outside, pretending I don’t see the confused expression on his handsome face.
5
Adam
My head is swimming as I usher Emily through the throng of bodies, packed in the frat house like sardines, with one hand on her lower back.
What the fuckis on repeat in my head as I replay the last ten minutes, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. First, I spotted Zach grabbing her ass. He was trying to be subtle, but I notice everything. He may not be her boyfriend, but they have something going on.
Second, I’ve just discovered Emily is Coach Parker’s daughter.
Again, what the fuck?
Coach will have my balls skewered, grilled, and diced if he discovers I sold Molly to his little girl. And let’s not mention the fact I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind since I met her. Coach doesn’t talk about his family much, but I knew he had a kid. But not one who attends Cypress, and sure as fuck, not one who is beautiful, sexy, and downright breathtaking.
Suddenly, I’m picturing her and me naked.
And my cock is straining against my zipper again.
I don’t know what it is about this girl, but one look, one visual, and I’m hard as a brick for her.
The scent of rain lingers in the air as we step outside onto the massive porch of the plantation style frat house.
Emily purposely moves away from me, and my hand drops to my side, the loss of contact breaking me out of the spell she has me under.
“So, let’s hear it.” Her voice is sultry, lyrical, and it only intensifies the lust already flooding my body. Add that to the way she’s standing with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed, and chin up, oozing ”don’t mess with me” vibes, and I’m pretty much a lost cause.
“Coach’s daughter, huh?” My tone is even as I study those ocean-blue eyes. Up close they’re even more mesmerizing, and I could easily get lost in her gaze. She strikes me as the sort of girl who isn’t aware of how captivating she is. Not like a lot of pretty girls on this campus who flaunt it excessively any chance they get. And don’t get me started on the jersey chasers who make a beeline for athletes on this campus. I can usually spot them a mile away, and I always steer clear.
She casually lifts a bare shoulder, quietly assessing me. The way her black dress is clinging to her curves isn’t helping me tame the beast raging to get free in my jeans.
“We both have a vested interest in keeping our dealings secret.” She’s ballsy. I like that.
I have my own concerns for sure. I flick my head at the street ahead. “Let’s take a walk?” We don’t need prying eyes or big ears.
And I need to do something to distract myself from what you’re doing to me.
I can’t afford to have someone discover I’m dealing drugs. Coach will kick me off the team, I’ll lose my scholarship, and my chances to get drafted in the NFL will be shot to shit.
I’m sure she doesn’t want anyone knowing she’s into drugs. Especially not her parents, so we’ve a mutual interest in keeping it a secret.
