Blake
I watch Mia walk toward the parking lot, her shoulders hunched like she's trying to make herself smaller, invisible. Security flanks her on both sides like she's some kind of criminal instead of a victim. The injustice of it burns in my gut like acid.
Jack stands beside me at the main entrance, his jaw so tight I'm surprised his teeth don't crack. Noah hovers on my other side, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his green eyes tracking Mia's progress with barely concealed fury.
"This is bullshit," I mutter, watching her fumble with her car keys. Her hands are shaking so badly she drops them twice before managing to unlock the door.
"Complete bullshit," Jack agrees, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that means he's about two seconds from losing his carefully maintained control.
That's when I see him.
Kyle Jorgenson stands near the student parking lot, partially hidden behind a concrete pillar. His gray eyes track Mia's movements with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. He's not just watching her. He's studying her. Memorizing every detail of her humiliation like he's savoring it.
The look on his face stops me cold. It's possessive. Triumphant. Like he's won some kind of victory he's been planning for months.
Something clicks in my mind like a puzzle piece finally finding its place.
"Jack." I grab his arm, my fingers digging into his suit jacket. "Look at Kyle Jorgenson. By the pillar."
Jack's gaze follows my direction and I feel him go rigid beside me. Noah leans forward, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses.
Kyle doesn't even try to hide his staring. He just stands there with that satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth, watching Mia climb into her car. When she finally pulls out of the parking lot, he turns and walks back toward the building.
Our eyes meet for a split second as he passes, and the cold calculation in his expression makes my blood pressure spike dangerously.
"My house," I say quietly. "Tonight. All of us. We need to talk about this."
Jack nods, already pulling out his phone. "I'll tell Mia."
"I'll arrange for a babysitter," Noah adds, his voice tight. "The kids don't need to see her like this."
The rest of the day drags like I'm running through mud. I go through the motions of coaching practice, running drills and calling plays, but my mind is elsewhere. Every time I close my eyes, I see Kyle's face. That satisfied smile. The possessive way he watched Mia leave.
By the time seven o'clock rolls around, I'm wound so tight I feel like I might snap.
Mia arrives first, her blue eyes red-rimmed from crying. She's changed into jeans that hug her curves and a simple sweater that slips off one shoulder, revealing smooth skin I want to kiss. Even devastated, she's beautiful. Even broken, she makes my heart race.
I pull her into my arms the moment she's through the door, holding her tight against my chest. She feels small and fragile, nothing like the strong woman I know she is.
"I've got you," I murmur against her hair. "We've all got you."
Jack arrives moments later, still in his suit but with his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone.
The sight of his muscular chest visible through the gap makes heat pool low in my belly despite the seriousness of the situation.
Noah follows close behind, his lean frame tense with barely controlled anger.
We settle in my living room. Mia curls into the corner of the couch, her legs tucked beneath her. Jack sits beside her, close enough that their thighs touch. Noah takes the armchair while I remain standing, too wired to sit.
"Kyle Jorgenson," I say without preamble. "I think he's behind everything."
Mia's head snaps up. "What?"
"The way he was watching you today. It wasn't just curiosity or teenage interest. It was possessive.
Like he owned you." I start pacing, my coaching instincts kicking in as I work through the play.
"Think about it. The mysterious photograph left in your apartment.
The threatening notes on our windshields.
The photo sent to Noah through your bedroom window. And now the vandalized classroom."
"Kyle has been in my English class since the beginning," Mia says slowly, her voice gaining strength as she processes. "He'd have access to the building. He knows my schedule."
"And he's shown increasingly inappropriate attention toward you," Noah adds, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Throughout history, obsession often manifests as a need to control and isolate the object of fixation."
Jack's jaw tightens. "Tell us everything about your interactions with Kyle. Every detail."
Mia takes a shaky breath. "He started giving me gifts early on. Small things at first. A coffee on my desk. Notes saying he appreciated my teaching. Then it escalated. He gave me an expensive leather journal with my initials embossed on it. I tried to return it, but he wouldn't take it."
"What else?" I prompt, watching her face carefully.
"He'd linger after class, asking questions that had nothing to do with the curriculum.
Personal questions about where I lived, what I did on weekends, and whether I was seeing anyone.
" She wraps her arms around herself. "His stares made me uncomfortable.
Like he was undressing me with his eyes.
But I didn't tell him anything personal. "
Heat flares through me, protective and possessive. The thought of that kid looking at Mia like that makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
"When did you establish boundaries?" Jack asks, his voice carefully controlled.
“I tried to right away. He asked me to have coffee with him outside of school.
I told him our relationship was strictly professional.
That his attention was inappropriate." Mia's voice drops.
"He got this look on his face. Cold. Angry.
Like I'd insulted him somehow. He said I'd regret rejecting him. "
"That's a threat," Noah says flatly. "A clear threat."
I stop pacing and face them all. "He's been escalating. Trying to isolate Mia by driving away the men in her life and destroying her reputation. The notes telling us to stay away from her. The vandalism painting her as promiscuous and unfit to teach. It all fits."
"But we have no concrete proof," Jack points out, his principal brain already working through the logistics. "Everything is circumstantial. We can't accuse a student without evidence."
"So what do we do?" Mia's voice cracks. "Just wait for him to escalate further?"
The question hangs in the air like a challenge. I look at Jack, then Noah, seeing my own frustration reflected in their expressions.
"We document everything," Jack says finally. "Every interaction Mia has had with Kyle and from now on. Every time he shows up somewhere he shouldn't be. We build a case."
"And we don't leave her alone," I add, moving to sit on the arm of the couch beside Mia. My hand finds her shoulder, feeling the tension in her muscles. "One of us is with her at all times until we figure this out."
Noah nods. "I can adjust my schedule. Make sure someone's always available."
Mia looks between the three of us, tears gathering in her eyes. "You guys don't have to do this. This is my mess."
I slide off the couch arm and kneel in front of Mia, taking her hands in mine. Her fingers are ice cold despite the warm room. "You're not alone in this. You hear me?"
She nods, a tear sliding down her cheek. I reach up and brush it away with my thumb, then lean in and kiss her softly. Her lips are warm and taste faintly of salt from her tears.
When I pull back, Jack is watching us with heat in his hazel eyes. Noah's gaze has darkened behind his glasses, his attention fixed on where my hand rests on Mia's thigh.
The atmosphere in the room shifts, tension transforming into something else entirely. Something electric and charged.
"You need to relax," Noah says quietly, standing and moving toward us. "Let us help you forget about today. Just for a little while."
Mia's breath catches as Noah settles on her other side, his hand finding the back of her neck. Jack's fingers trace patterns on her knee, slowly moving higher.
We move as a unit, guiding her to my bedroom. The late evening street lights filter through the windows, casting everything in silver tones. Mia stands in the center of the room, her blue eyes dark with desire and need.
I pull her sweater over her head, revealing the simple black bra underneath. Her breasts are full and perfect, straining against the fabric. Jack's hands find the button of her jeans while Noah kisses her neck, his mouth trailing fire across her skin.
But she isn't just standing there, all docile. Her hands are busy stripping us of our clothes. Quite the feat, actually, with so many body parts moving around, hands caressing, and mouths kissing.
Within moments, she's naked before us, her body flushed and trembling. I take her mouth while Jack kneels between her thighs, his tongue finding her center. Noah's hands cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples until she's gasping into my mouth.
She wraps a leg around Jack's shoulder, grabs my cock in one hand, and places her other hand over Noah's, showing him how she wants her breast squeezed.
Jack's skilled tongue works her clit while his fingers pump inside her. Noah's mouth moves from her breasts to her neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin there. I swallow her moans, my tongue sliding against hers.
Her hand moves up and down quickly on my cock, matching the rhythm of Jack's tongue. She moans, throwing her head back, then quickly brings it forward again and puts her hand on Noah's chest, tweaking his masculine nipple.
When she comes, it's with a scream that I capture with my kiss. Her body shakes between us, her inner walls clenching around Jack's fingers. She grabs my dick so hard it sends me over the edge, too, my come filling her hand.
We don't stop. We take turns bringing her to the edge and over, again and again, until she's boneless and sated. Then it's Noah and Jack's turn. She grasps Noah's dick and gives Jack a blowjob that has me instantly hard again just watching.
When she brings them to orgasm, I flip her onto her stomach, then grab her hips and lift her onto her knees.
I enter her, her tight heat surrounding me as Jack and Noah scoot to the sides of her.
Noah sucks on one nipple and slides his hand over to rub her clit while Jack alternates between sucking and biting her other nipple.
"Oh God!" she pants out as I slam into her over and over. Letting go of her hips with one hand, I reach up and grasp her hair, then pull it just hard enough so that her head leans back. Her entire body is trembling, her gasps of pleasure filling the bedroom.
We come at the same time, her inner muscles milking my seed. Damn, this second time was even more intense than the first, and I practically collapse on my side next to her. For a long while, all that can be heard is everyone struggling to catch their breath and slow down their hearts.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence. I reach for it, expecting a text from one of my players or maybe the athletic director.
Instead, it's an email alert. The subject line makes my stomach drop like a fumbled ball in the end zone.
Away game cancellation.
Due to recent events and concerns raised by parents, this weekend's away game has been canceled. The athletic department will be conducting a review of all coaching staff and their associations with current investigations.