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I fall apart as he continues pumping into me, and it’s just a few beats later that he hisses out his own release. He pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his slacks, and I feel his semen as it drips from my pussy onto my leg. He rolls my panties back up my legs, catching his own moisture on the way, and when he gets them firmly into place, he slaps my ass.

He stands and moves his mouth close to my ear.

“Don’t take these off,” he murmurs softy. “I want you walking around with my come rubbing wetly against your cunt for the rest of the day, and I want you to feel it and think of me.”

I gasp a little at his words.

Well then.

Jeez.

I certainly don’t remember that sort of dirty talk from my teenage years.

We head out to the kitchen, and the boys aren’t back yet—thankfully at the moment given that I’m still recovering from the wreckage he just made of my pussy and I’m wearing wet panties.

It’s an open floor plan, and Sam is sitting on the couch in the family room just a few yards away from us scrolling her phone. She has the television volume turned up louder than usual—probably to drown out the sound of him railing me a few minutes ago.

“You should go,” I say. I press a soft kiss to his mouth. “The boys will be home any minute and there will probably be more questions than we’re prepared to answer.”

And just as I finish saying the words, we hear the front door open. We jump apart, and I rush over to the pantry since I know the boys will ask for a snack first thing.

As Cade walks into the kitchen, he freezes when he spots Lincoln Nash standing there. Jonah stops short when he crashes into Cade’s frozen back.

“Coach Nash is standing in my house,” Cade says.

Jonah peers around him at the man standing there in a suit. His hair is slightly rumpled after our bang session, but otherwise he looks deliciously put together while I’m still basically a quivering mess in the pantry.

“What are you doing here?” Cade asks.

“Oh, uh…” he starts. He glances at me with wide eyes and then over to Sam. “I’m seeing your mom.”

He says it generally, as if he might be saying it to Jonah, which is the truth, or to Cade, who asked the question.

I feel like shit for lying to the boys. We weren’t planning for it to come out this way…in fact, we weren’t planning anything at all.

Cade gasps. “Are you serious?”

He nods. “Sorry you had to find out this way, kid.”

Sam leaps up from the couch for damage control, but instead of controlling any damage, she slips her arm around Lincoln’s waist. “Better for you to find out now since you’ll see photos of us in the news soon.” She smiles tightly, and it’s the clear signal that she’s going to keep up the ruse even to her child—which is probably a smart move given the loose lips seven-year-olds tend to have, but it still feels all sorts of wrong to even be in this position.

I guess if her goal is to make her ex jealous, though, then making sure her kid believes the performance is an important part of that.

Still, none of this sits right with me, and I hate the feelings of jealousy blooming in my chest as I watch Lincoln toss a casual arm around my best friend’s shoulders in front of our kids.

Particularly when I see the look of disappointment my own kid is trying to hide.

CHAPTER 27: LINCOLN

I glance at my phone screen and click to decline the incoming call from my father.

I’m in another pointless meeting with Mike where we’re clashing over the playbook again. Andy’s here, too, but he knows his defense is solid. He didn’t lose as many players on defense as Mike lost on offense.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had to play the I’m the head coach card in the last week, but our first Organized Team Activities start Monday, and we have just a few more days to finalize our playbook ahead of that. Given that the playbook is a living document, we can add and take away plays as we work through them, but my goal is to have the majority of the creation completed ahead of OTAs.

Next week will be filled with meetings, drills, and walking through the plays, but the real fun of it is seeing our team dynamic for the first time. The first week is voluntary, but the whole point of OTAs is for players to get to know the playbook as they prepare for the upcoming season.

And since we’ve made some changes to the playbook, there are some new things our guys will need to learn.

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