Lennox
Mom and Dad are off to the Bahamas. The twins are in college and I’m home alone. Not that I mind. Hell, Dad left me in charge of the summer football league so he could have some time off with Mom. If you ask me, it’s silly how much in love they are after all this time.
All through high school and college, I looked for the one. The one that would complete me like Mom and Dad do it for each other. I’ve yet to find her. At this point, I’d take a man too. Maybe that’s my problem. I’ve been looking in the wrong places.
Walking the field, I pick up a cup one of the players dropped and roll my eyes. “Excuse me, coach?”
Squinting my eyes in the hot July sun, I see it’s Kaden. He’s been nothing but trouble the entire school year and summer. Gritting my teeth, I nod. “Yeah?”
“I need tomorrow off. I got to take my girl to the doctor.”
He doesn’t have a girl. It’s one of the rules dad told me to enforce while he was gone. While he runs the summer leagues, I run the high school program and I’m in agreement with him. Distractions aren’t a good thing.
“You shouldn’t lie, Kaden. You aren’t allowed to have a girlfriend.”
He scowls at me, perturbed I’ve called him out. “Fuck, can you not be a dick for like two seconds?”
The urge to take him over my knee and spank his ass is crazy. I growl and step into his space. “You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since you came to this school. What’s your deal?
Kaden bows up and steps back from me. “Personal space, Coach.” He gives me that smirk I some times wish I could wipe off his face.
“Why do you really need tomorrow off?” I take my sunglasses off and stare at him. Pitch black hair, piercing yellow eyes, and a lickable lip. Goddamn I need to stop. Its against rules and laws to want your student.
“None of your damn business. I won’t be here.”
“I can have you thrown off the team, Kaden.”
“Do what you gotta do.” He turns away from me and I get the feeling I should leave it alone, but I won’t.
Shit, I’m going to follow him. It’s against what I should be doing, going home, cooking dinner, and watching the dogs play outside. Instead, I get to the parking lot to see my brand-new truck and his old motorcycle side by side.
“Kaden, where’s your sedan?” I’m worried he could get hurt. He usually drives a blue clunker to school with his little sister.
“Fuck, Coach. Just leave it alone alright?” He turns around and his eyes are wide. “Seriously, just leave it alone. I’ll see you next week.”
Before I can stop him, he’s on the bike and driving off. My mind tells me to leave well enough alone. But my heart says he needs me.