2. Dominik
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Dominik
T he stands were crowded - a usual sight for a Saturday game in our small town. Its not like there was much of anything else to do. All week everyone went to school and work, Saturdays were for football and Sundays for church. Not that I was much of a church-going guy.
My eyes took a moment to leave the field to scan the stands, looking for the angel from last game. That young woman with the long brown hair and the full, plump lips. The girl whod ran head-first into my chest and took my breath away.
I didnt know who she was - I hadnt seen her before. She must have been someone from out of town.
Then, I saw her in the stands, standing next to a woman dressed head to toe in Bulldogs merchandise. A woman I recognized as Ryan Browns mother - a football-crazy but well meaning woman. Shed brought me more rice krispie squares than I could count, but she was at every game rain or shine.
So that meant, that girl must be her daughter?
God, she was beautiful. Her hair was long and shiny, flowing out in long waves under her red Bulldogs hat. She was watching the team move back and forth across the field, her hands clasped together. She had the familiar expression of someone who didnt really understand the game, but was sucked into it anyways.
I turned my attention back to the field.
Our team was winning. Wed scored two touchdowns without losing possession. A defensive coordinator would usually call a safe play to protect the lead, but there was something about this girl that made me want to push boundaries.
No, I thought. No way. We had the playoffs in the bag, we just had to keep our focus.
I glanced back at her one more time and our eyes met. Her big eyes were dark pools of blue, like the ocean on a stormy day. She drew me in and every muscle in my body went tense.
The girl looked away quickly, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking back at the game.
So, the intrigue was mutual?
By the time halftime rolled around, we had a comfortable lead. Id resisted the urge to look back at her. She was hot as hell, but I had to focus on the game. No girl, no matter how irresistible was worth my reputation as the best coach this school had ever seen.
"Hey coach," Marcus, the assistant coach, bounced up to me. "Want me to grab you a coffee?"
"Actually," I said. "I need to go for a walk. Ill grab it."
Marcus looked at me with shock. "Oh... ok."
Marcus was a good guy and definitely had the potential to be a good coach, but he could get on my nerves sometimes. He was just a tad too eager.
I had my eyes on only one thing right now - that gorgeous brunette. I spotted her immediately as she walked down the stairs towards the concession stands.
She moved gracefully, her hips swaying gently underneath her stylish leather jacket.
I smiled to myself, watching her disappear into the crowd of people hungry for coffee and popcorn.
I followed her, trying to act casual. I could spare a few minutes before going to give my half-time pep talk.
Can I buy you a coffee? I asked, coming up behind her and lightly touching her elbow.
She spun around, surprise registering on her pretty face. Oh! Sure, thanks, she responded hesitantly. "Coach Wolff, was it?"
"Dominik Wolff," I said. "And you are?"
"Megan Brown," she said.
"Ryans sister?" I guessed, even though I already knew.
"Yeah," she said with a nod.
Fuck, somehow this made it way more complicated.
I wanted her sweet plump lips on my cock. I wanted to wipe that innocent look out of her eyes and replace it with the glare of desperate lust. Of course, it would be my luck that she was related to one of my star players.
We took our coffees and moved out of the line. I wasnt ready to leave her side yet and she didnt seem to be in a rush either.
I wanted to take her, throw her against the wall and kiss her. I wanted to hear her scream my name as I made her cum over and over again. My cock was twitching with need just thinking about it.
"So, I havent seen you at games before," I said.
"Yeah," she replied softly. "I go to college, Im just back for winter break."
Fuck, a college girl. She was half my age. There was something so deliciously forbidden that made me want her even more.
I wanted to peel her clothes off, see her naked body beneath that tight jacket.
"Do you like football?" I asked Megan innocently as we leaned against the concession stand.
"Not really," she admitted shyly. "I only came today because my mom dragged me. And my brother plays, of course." She added quickly with a nervous laugh.
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Sorry, I didnt mean to offend you. I know everyone in town loves the Bulldogs," she continued stammering.
I reached out and put a thumb to her lips, leaning in closer. "It seems to me that you couldnt really keep your eyes on the first half of the game."
Megans lips trembled, her eyes going wide with realization.
"I know you were watching me."
The girls face went red. "You were watching me, too," she said, her soft lips still against my thumb.
I grinned. "Maybe a bit." It took all of my willpower to pull myself away from her. "Well, Id better be getting back." I looked over my shoulder. "Dont get lost in the halls again, ok?"