Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
CHARLIE
I nstead of dreading school, now I can’t wait to go each morning. My alarm goes off, and I roll over and shut it off. The first thing I do is check my text messages, and I smile when I see a message from Shay. Since the night he snuck in my bedroom, he’s sent me a text every morning.
Daddy: Morning, baby girl.
A rush of excitement and happiness fills me. I always rolled my eyes with people squealing over crushes or losing their minds over a guy, but I get it now. I didn’t know what I was missing since I’d never had it before. Shay fills a space inside of my heart that I didn’t know was empty. Or maybe on some level I did, but I pretended it wasn’t there to protect myself.
Me: Morning
I want to tell him that I miss him, but I’m still a little shy about voicing my feelings for him. I’m pretty sure he’s all in. He’s been in my bed every night since that first time except for when I snuck over to his place once. He made me dinner, and it was nice getting to know him on a deeper level. That’s also when he told me about doing this coaching thing to help a friend out. He might be dirty when it comes to me, but he’s been showing me that there’s sweetness in him too.
Daddy: Eat more than a Pop-Tart.
Me: But I love Pop-Tarts!
Daddy: I didn’t say you couldn’t eat one. I said eat more than one.
Me: Fine!
I send an emoji rolling its eyes to poke at him.
Daddy: Watch it.
Me: I want to do more than watch it, Daddy.
I pull myself from bed to get ready and remember that it’s game day. The fact that I have to wear the stupid beaver suit tonight doesn't even bother me. It gives me a reason to be at the game and near Shay. I can watch him in action, and no one knows.
When I’m done getting ready for school, I find myself in the kitchen actually making some eggs. I snap a picture and send it over to Shay.
Daddy: Good girl.
That shouldn’t make me want to preen like a peacock, but it does. Honestly, I don’t give a shit if it’s embarrassing, I’m going with it. I can’t recall a time in my life that I have ever been this happy. I put the phone up my skirt and take a picture in response.
Me: This is what you should be eating for breakfast.
Daddy: Don’t tease.
Me: But I love getting you all worked up.
“Morning.”
“Jesus!” I jump, letting out a small scream.
“Sorry.” Uncle Callum holds up his hands. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You just surprised me, that’s all.” My heart is racing.
Thirty seconds sooner and he would have busted me taking a picture under my skirt. I have no idea how I would begin to explain that. Hell, I’m not sure how I’ll explain any of this. I’m guessing my uncle isn’t going to be too happy about Shay and me being together.
I know everyone is going to be screaming daddy issues , and I’m really not ready to deal with that. Not that we can. Shay is still the coach at our school, and part of the fun has been sneaking around. I’m not sure Shay would agree.
Callum eyes the pan I left in the sink. “You made yourself a real breakfast for once.”
“They say it’s the most important meal of the day.” I may love cooking, but I'm definitely not a morning person. I grab my bag. “I’m heading out. Oh, and it’s Friday, so I’ll be at the game tonight.”
“I think I might need you to introduce me to this new friend of yours.”
“I’m sure you’ll meet her soon enough,” I tell him before we say our goodbyes.
When I pull into my spot in the school parking lot, I check my phone and see a text from Shay. He’s ordering me to meet him in the room behind the auditorium stage. I make my way straight there, anticipation growing with each step.
I barely get the door opened, and I’m being pulled in. Shay presses me against the door, and I hear the lock click into place.
“Missed you,” he says before his mouth crashes down onto mine. I part my lips, meeting his tongue. The intensity of the kiss is overwhelming, but my need matches the fever of his.
Shay tastes of desire, and the rest of the world fades away. It’s only the two of us, and that’s all that matters. He presses himself against me as close as he can, and we melt into each other.
When Shay lifts his head, we’re both breathless.
“I missed you too,” I say as I run my fingers up and down his chest. I have never had a need for another person like this before. With Shay, I’m always desperate to be close to him. It’s scary how quickly I’m falling for this man.
Shay swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. “I told you not to get me worked up.”
“Sorry,” I lie, peering up at him through my lashes.
“That’s okay, little girl, because you’re going to fix it.” His hands go between us, and I watch as he undoes his belt before taking his cock out. “On your knees,” he orders.
“If you say so, Daddy.” I drop down and reach for his cock.
“No touching. In fact, hands behind your back. I don’t want you trying to touch yourself either. That’s my pussy to play with.”
“Fine,” I huff, pretending to be annoyed. I want my pussy to belong to him. I want everything of mine to belong to him. I lock my fingers together behind my back as Shay braces one hand on the door. With the other, he guides his cock to my mouth.
"Open," he orders, and I kiss the tip.
I smirk up at him before I do what he says. When my lips part, he guides his cock past them, and I swirl my tongue around the tip, savoring the taste. I moan, and Shay matches it with a groan of his own. He thrusts his hips forwards, taking his cock to the back of my throat.
"Fuck, I can never last with you.” I look up in time to see his jaw tensing. “We need to be quick anyway. I can’t make my little girl late for class.”
His filthy words make me whimper around his cock, dampening my panties further. They sound so innocent but are far from it.
He pumps faster, and I hollow out my cheeks. "Charlotte.” He grunts my name as his release fills my mouth and then he pulls his cock out. "Did you swallow it?" I shake my head no. "Show me." Fire lights up his eyes, and as I open my mouth to reveal his release, his barely softened cock hardens fully once more as Shay pulls out his phone and snaps a picture. I see him swipe his finger, and I know he's recording it. "Now swallow."
I close my mouth and do what he says, and when I’m done, he puts his phone into his back pocket. The next thing I know he’s lifting me to my feet, and his mouth is coming down on mine.
“You did so good, baby girl.” Shay’s hand slips under my skirt and into my panties. “You deserve a reward.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moan as Shay kisses the column of my neck. His fingers find my clit and the pleasure inside of me is already threatening to burst.
“So wet,” he groans as he softly strokes my clit.
“Always,” I say, and Shay grins down at me.
When he applies more pressure to my clit, I gasp, and my back arches. My entire body tenses then relaxes as he propels me over the edge. He smothers my cries of ecstasy with a kiss before he snags me around my waist to keep me on my feet.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my ear, and I feel tears sting in my eyes at his words.
I quickly blink them away before Shay can see them.
He lifts his head to kiss me again. “You’ve gotta get to class.”
“I know.” I let out a sigh as I become more steady on my feet. When Shay releases me, he fixes my skirt then puts his cock away.
“Get out of here before I fuck you on the desk.” I begin to reply, but he interrupts me by planting another kiss on my lips. “For me, baby girl. Go to class.”
“Okay.” I kiss his cheek. “See you later, Daddy.” He groans as I slip out of his hold and grab my bag. With a wink I leave him there and go to class.
"Where have you been?" Tins asks when I make it to class only a couple of seconds before it starts.
"Just messing around." I shrug.
She gives me a curious expression, but I ignore it as I pull out my laptop for class and click my messages. One is about an upcoming assignment change, and another is from Parker. I click it to see what the asshat wants.
My stomach drops when a picture of Shay and me fills the screen. I shut my laptop quickly before anyone can see it, but that means I didn’t get a chance to read what he wrote. No matter what it says, I know it can’t be good.
I’m going to get Shay in trouble because of my bullshit with Parker. My stomach twists, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. I pull out my phone so I can read the message.
Parker: Your ass is mine unless you want everyone to know. Stay away from Coach Shay. You belong to me now, whore.
Why do the assholes always win in the end?