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"Didn't seem to mind the suggestion, although it would have sounded better coming from you."
"I knew he wouldn't mind.”
My nose scrunches. I'm confused.
"He was right about you. Tuck was the one that found you and suggested I bring you on the team. We're having our best season yet, you're getting along great in class, and now you're in here helping me try to improve the team as a whole."
I squirm under the praise. "Yeah, well, you have a good incentive plan."
He knows what I'm talking about, but he enjoys pretending to be a hardass. "Two hours of workouts every day, even after practice?"
I smirk and look him in right in the eye. "A good workout never hurt anyone."
Bryant actually bites his lip and rakes his hand over his face. I know he's thinking about my new favorite game. The one where I wear the remote-control butt plug during workouts, and he torments me while I see how many reps I can get in before I'm trembling putty in his hands. The last time ended with him bending me over the bench press and fucking me hard and fast, right there where anyone could find us.
"Go somewhere else for a while."
"Why?"
"Because I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you cry."
"Do it." I'm not embarrassed about the sounds I make when he's lighting my body up, because I know how much he likes it.
"Jack…"
"Bryant," I say, mimicking his tone.
"You can't call me that at work."
"Yes, Coach," I say, winking, because I know that's almost worse for him.
"Don't you have a tutoring session or something?"
Fuck, I almost forgot.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," he says, getting up to usher me out. My eyes flash down to the half-chub he's sporting. "Stop looking," he says, exasperated.
"It misses me," I say, making an exaggerated sad face.
"It'll see you later, and it'll make you wish you didn't fucking test me."
"Yeah, yeah." There's no one in the hall, so I get bold. Pushing him back against the open door and pressing my lips against his in a short, passionate kiss, nipping his lip as I rush out of his office. He all but growls, which makes me giddy.
Movement behind me has me turning around to see Aniyah, stepping out of the gym just as I'm stepping out of the coach's office. My first thought is whether she saw us, but she keeps her head down and runs off the other way. She is definitely not supposed to be in the football gym or near the locker room. I wonder what she was up to, but she seemed too preoccupied to see anything on her rush out the door. I'll try to follow up with her later.
I race all the way to the library, arriving three minutes late. The pretty librarian waves at me, but I notice she looks troubled. I don't know her well enough to ask her how she's doing or what's going on with her, so I give her a wave back and keep walking to the study table we have reserved.
"Sorry, Luke, I got caught up. But," I say, before he can chastise me for wasting his time, "I have this to show you." I pass him my most recent American Lit exam, that I got an eighty-nine on.
"No shit?"
"No shit. I didn't cheat or anything," I add, because I know he wants to ask. I'm not offended by it, it's a fair question.
"You're doing really well, Jack. I wasn't sure about you the first couple of times we met, but you're doing the damn thing. I honestly don't even know what to work on, since Thanksgiving break is coming up."
I nod, knowing we didn't really need this session, but I also know he gets paid for the time spent tutoring, and I wanted to show him the test. I've also been trying to get comfortable around him because I have questions, but I'm too much of a fucking pussy to come right out and ask them. Maybe this will be my opportunity.
"Are you going home for the break?" He nods. "You live far?"
