Chapter 40
Fog Friction Chance
Jack
Eli fucked Harper in the bathroom. No one could mistake those sounds coming from our girl as anything else. The tentative way she’s sitting, I’m confident he spanked her too.
It’s a dangerous precedent to set if Luke’s eyes on Harper are any indication. While we didn’t say anything specific about not fucking Harper, the girl just lost her virginity to five guys. She could use a little time before we descend on her.
But I can see how Eli got carried away. She’s so fucking responsive. Damn near addictive.
The door to the coffee shop opens, and I glance that way and wish I didn’t. He walks in like he owns the place. The Greek God.
“Hey.” Patrick stands from the table of football players and walks over to my Greek God. “Coach Turner, how’s it going?”
Assistant Coach Darius Turner. Yet another reason I shouldn’t have fucked around with him. Of course, at the time, he didn’t work for our school.
He’s tall and built, only a couple years out of college. His t-shirt molds to his chest muscles. He’s got on gray sweatpants that do little to disguise the cock he’s packing. His cock isn’t as big as Caden’s, but he’s a close second.
“Just getting some coffee, Patrick. You keeping your grades up?” He moves forward in line. He runs a hand over his tight curls, and his dark brown eyes flick my way.
I don’t drop my gaze. Never have, never will. He started coaching at Sherman High this year. I didn’t lie to him when I told him I was eighteen. He just didn’t ask if I was still in high school. Made for one hell of an awkward first practice.
His eyes narrow on me for a hot second. Was he disappointed I didn’t come over this weekend? It’s his job he put on the line contacting me. I give him a brief nod of acknowledgment before turning back to our table.
Caden’s lips are tight. He saw the exchange. There’s not a lot I keep from Caden. We’ve always been tight. He knows about me and the coach. He also knows it’s over.
“Did you get the answer to the second problem yet?” Harper’s dark eyes meet mine. Girl’s still focused on homework, while I’m trying not to look at my ex-hookup. A fallen eyelash clings to her cheek.
Using my knuckle, I lift the eyelash away. Her eyes darken, and the only person I can see is Harper. I wish I could have been in there with her and Eli as he took her. Just watching is enough to get me off.
“Blow, sweetheart.” I hold my knuckle up in front of her lips.
She purses her lips and blows the eyelash away. I slide my hand around the back of her neck. Her breath catches as her gaze drops to my lips. Fucking addictive.
A throat clears behind us. “How’s homework going, guys?”
“Good, Coach Turner.” Caden leans back as he emphasizes the word coach.
I rub my thumb along Harper’s jaw, and her lips part a little. I give her a look that promises this will be continued before drawing my hand back to my paper.
“You guys excited for senior night?” Darius keeps his gaze moving around the table to the other guys.
I slide my hand over Harper’s thigh. Darius’s gaze drops to my hand, and his jaw ticks before he moves on. It’s not like we were in love. We hooked up a few times.
“We plan on winning, Coach.” Luke doesn’t miss the nuances of my or Darius’s behaviors. He heard me telling Caden it was over between me and a guy. Luke’s intelligent enough to figure it out.
He’ll also keep it to himself.
Harper shifts under my hand. She looks uncomfortable with me touching her in front of the coach, or maybe any adult. She’s not used to any of this yet. I squeeze her thigh.
Her gaze darts to me. She’ll get used to it.
“Keep it clean, guys.” Darius’s hand comes down on my shoulder and squeezes it. “We need you all in peak condition to go to state this year.”
His hand slips away. A rush of sparks flows through me. The attraction is still there, but I can’t be with someone who can’t and won’t acknowledge me. Plus, while the attraction might be there, what I feel for Harper is intense.
Her hand falls on top of mine.
“Always.” Luke’s gaze locks on my and Harper’s hands.
“See you tomorrow for practice.” Darius heads toward the door. Thank fuck he’s not sticking around.
As soon as the door closes, Luke’s cold eyes search mine. His scowl is fierce, but I just smile like nothing fazes me. That always pisses him off.
Harper’s gaze bounces between mine and Luke’s. I grab her chin and tip her head my way before claiming her mouth. If I were a dick like Luke, I’d drag her into the bathroom and fuck her senseless, but this will have to do for now.
She falls into the kiss, opening for me and tasting me. I grab her hips and guide her onto my lap so she’s straddling me. Her hands slip into my hair and tug on the strands as we devour each other.
Fuck, maybe I will take her to the bathroom. We could both get off without me fucking her. I drag her against my hardened cock, and she whimpers into my mouth. For a second, I forget we’re in the coffee shop.
It’s just me and Harper, which I definitely want to happen. Just the two of us.
“And I’m the one who needs to be hosed down.” Caden’s sarcastic words penetrate the lust fog in my brain.
Harper breaks away from the kiss. Her cheeks are red. Her eyes are wide as they search mine and she realizes where we are.
“Sorry, sweetheart, got a little carried away.” I tuck her hair behind her ear.
She clears her throat. “Problem set two?”
Chuckling, I help her back into her chair and scoot up under the table to hide my raging erection. “Yeah, we can focus on homework.”
Her gaze flicks to Luke’s before she goes back to the textbook. Maybe we should give her some time off from us. Or maybe we need time away from her to get ourselves under control.
I focus on the problem, and we work through the set, which gives me time to calm my libido. Harper glances at me shyly occasionally. How long will it take for us to work those nerves and embarrassment out of her?
“Done.” Luke closes his laptop and sits back in his chair like a king. His hot gaze tracks Harper.
“Not possible.” Her lips pinch together as she shuffles her papers. “I haven’t even started the reading yet.”
Luke strokes his finger beside his lip. “I didn’t spend time in the bathroom.”
Eli chuckles softly, even when she throws him a glare.
“Time to pay up, princess.” Luke leans forward on the table.
Harper presses her lips together. I can see the wheels turning in her head, trying to find a way out of going down on Luke in a public restroom. Nico lifts his head from his computer and pulls out his headphones.
“What’s going on?” Nico glances around the table.
“Harper lost.” Luke stands. “And now she needs to pay up.”
She leans across the table and whispers, “I’m not kneeling on that bathroom floor.”
“You agreed to our deal, princess.” Luke leans over the table, hovering above her. “Obviously you’re not shy about public spaces.”
Her eyes dart to Eli, but her cheeks flush red. “That was a punishment.”
“So is this.” Luke straightens. “Unless you want to go back to me finger fucking you at this table.”
A guy at the table next to us snickers. This isn’t like our private games, but she had to know this was coming. She’s lucky Luke doesn’t have her get on her knees right here.
He leans in again. “Maybe I’ll be a gentleman and let you use my shirt to kneel on.”
His gaze drops to the shirt she’s wearing.
Her dark eyes narrow. Her fingers dig into her shirt. “Whatever.”
Standing, she stomps to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder. “Let’s get it over with.”
The table of guys makes a long, drawn out ooh like Luke’s in for it.
Pretty sure Luke isn’t the one in for it as he presses his lips into a thin line and follows her.
Yeah, this could be bad. I hurry after them. Before Luke can close the door, I sneak past him. Luke raises an eyebrow as the door closes. I step closer to Harper, whose chest rises and falls with each angry breath.
Leaving angry Luke and angry Harper together is a recipe for disaster.
“You gonna lock it, or do you want an audience?” I jerk my head toward the door. “Well, except for me, but I’m the good kind of audience. I’m all for audience participation.”
“You want to watch? Watch.” Luke closes the distance between him and Harper.
Her chin tips up defiantly. “I’m not taking off this shirt.”
“No?” He takes ahold of the back of her neck and draws her against him. She sucks in her breath as her hands come up to rest on his chest. He lowers his mouth to hover over hers. “What did Eli do?”
“Uh…” She glances toward me before swallowing.
He pops her jeans button and pulls down the zipper. She tries to back away, but he holds her fast. His hand slides into the front of her jeans, and she gasps as her hands grab his shoulders.
“He fucked you, princess.” Luke’s eyes burn as his hand shifts in her pants.
I lean back against the wall, watching him finger fuck her. Her lips part as a low moan works its way out of her.
“Luke,” she bites out. Maybe she’s trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Did you come for him, princess?” Luke’s gaze flicks to me. “Pull her pants down, Jack. So you can see better.”
“Wait,” she tries to back away from Luke, but I catch her hips in my hands.
“Shh, sweetheart.” I kiss her nape while I ease her pants over her hips.
Her breath shudders in and out. Teasing her shoulder with my teeth, I take hold of her panties and draw them down, letting them fall to her jeans at her knees. I drag my hands back up her thighs, lifting Luke’s shirt.
When my hands slide over her ass, she hisses, and I pull away. One cheek is still pink from Eli’s punishment.
I caress it. “Still sore, sweetheart?”
“Tender.” Her voice hitches as Luke’s finger continues to pump into her.
“How many times did he spank you, princess?” Luke steps back to watch his finger work her. I draw her back against me, holding her shirt up so we can both watch.
“Five.”
I slip my finger lower until it meets Luke’s wet finger. I slide my finger in deep with his.