Page 97 of Her Coach

I pulled back, panting for air softly as I wiped the spit and leftover cum from my chin.

And when I gazed up into his face, the dazed look in his features filled me with pride.

I stood to my feet, bracing my hands against the arms of his office chair, and leaned in to give him the smallest kiss against his lips.

He growled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap as his mouth devoured mine. His tongue plunged into my depths, still coated and covered in him.

He didn’t seem to care, though.

“You taste like me,” he grunted as we finally came up for air.

I panted softly in his lap as he tucked my head beneath his chin. “I mean, par for the course, and all that.”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, something like that.”

We sat there like that for a few minutes with his pants still around his ankles and me completely bare from the hips down. I nuzzled against him. I relished the way his hand stroked mindlessly through my hair. But all too soon, my stomach growled.

He growled in return.

I giggled as I slid off his lap. “Come on, handsome. Practice may be tomorrow, but you guys deserve to celebrate tonight.”

He stood, stumbling on his feet for a second before he shimmied his pants up his body. I had to admit, it tugged a smile of pride across my face.

“What’d you have in mind?” he asked, fastening his button and pulling up the zipper.

I hopped into my leggings and reached for my cardigan, slinging it around my shoulders. “I figured we’d head to the bar. I’m sure they’ll have some insane drinks and food specials going right now.”

He shut down his office before holding his hand out to me. “I’d go anywhere, so long as you’re with me.”

I looked up at him for a second before I slipped my hand into his. “You mean that?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

My heart slammed so hard against my chest that I thought it would shatter my sternum. But just as I found my voice, Colton grabbed his windbreaker, tossing it over his shoulder, and unlocked his office.

“Come on,” he grumbled as we made our way into the hallway, “let’s go make sure the team isn’t destroying your place of work.”

I couldn’t help but giggle as I held his hand, threading our fingers together, and rested my cheek against his bicep.

39

COLTON

It shouldn’t have shocked me when Brynn wiggled her way behind the bar, despite the fact that she had the night off. Still, it gave me time to scan the bar in order to make sure the boys weren’t disrespecting any of the property they came into contact with after our win.

Fucking hell, if we kept playing like we did, we could take everything.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Jett exclaimed as he came out of nowhere and tossed his arm around my shoulders. “Look who it is! The man of the hour!”

The bar erupted into applause and whistles as Jett patted my chest. I just shot him a look, though.

“Oh, come on now, Coach, ” Jett said as he walked backwards into the crowd, his hands extended outward. “Don’t tell me you’re going to go all night and not crack at least one smile.”

I peered over at Brynn, who tossed me a wink before she settled herself behind the bar. She slapped that rag over her shoulder, began cleaning and disinfecting glasses, slinging drinks and margaritas and cracking open beers as if she were made for the job.

Huh.

I never realized how comfortable she felt behind that bar.