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  I nearly groan aloud when Dean Kelly comes in.

  Aubrey Kelly is a good woman. She’s sweet, damn good at her job and has achieved a lot for as young as she is. She’s also always been into me. She makes no point in hiding it. Doesn’t even try. She flirts, she invites me to dinners, and finds reasons to stop by my office on a regular basis.

  But I don’t want Aubrey. I’ve always wanted Lily, even when I was trying to contain my need for her. And despite not leading her on, despite brushing her off, she is persistent. No one but Lily will do. So I brush off Aubrey’s advances at every turn. Knowing that Lily will be here any moment means that Aubrey showing up now is the last thing I want.

  “Morning, Dean Kelly. What can I do for you?”

  “Marcus, I told you a million times to call me Aubrey,” she chastises, blushing softly, although I can tell she’s not embarrassed at all.

  “Aubrey,” I acknowledge, my gaze darting from her to the door to look for Lily. “What can I do for you?”

  I’m feeling so damn tense, it’s not funny. I need her out of here, I don’t want anything to keep me from Lily.

  “It seems like forever since we’ve talked. How is the school year going for you?” she asks, and I have to bite my damn tongue to keep from growling at her to get out of my office. I suspect telling her I need her to leave so I can fuck one of my students is not how to secure tenure.

  “It’s good, busy as usual with the upcoming track meets we have scheduled,” I tell her, proud that somehow my voice has managed not to sound tight and angry.

  “That’s why I’m here, actually,” she says, surprising me.

  “It is?”

  “Yes. I have an upcoming meeting concerning our sports budget and as I was poring over the ledger, I realized that I didn’t know anything about your… needs.”

  “Needs?” The way she says that tells me this has nothing to do with school and everything to do with her. “Dean Kelly—”

  “I said Aubrey, remember?” she says, her voice dropping down a decimal and sounding sultry.

  Fuck.

  I don’t need this shit.

  I know where this is going and I need to shut it down before Lily shows up. Before I catch her, she walks around my desk and sits on the side of it, looking down at me and if I doubted it before, I don’t now. It’s there in the way she’s looking at me, in the way she’s leaning down, in the way her shirt is opened just enough to give me a view of cleavage.

  “I think I’ve made it clear before, Markus, but maybe you didn’t understand. I’m afraid I can be horribly obtuse at these things.”

  “Dean Kelly … Aubrey, I think I should tell you—”

  “I really like you, Markus.”

  Fuck.

  “And I respect you, but—”

  “I think we could be good together, Markus. We fit. We’re both professionals, we understand what’s important in life—”

  “Aubrey, I need you to—”

  “God, you don’t know how much I wanted to hear you say that, Markus,” she says, happiness moving over her face.

  Christ.

  She doesn’t let me finish. I was trying to tell her that I need her to stop. I need her to understand that I was off the market—permanently. But I don’t get that chance because she bends down, coming closer. Panic is moving through me. I need to shut this down. I put my hands up to stop her, to keep her away. But then I hear a gasp from the door.

  My gaze and Aubrey’s jerk to the door and I see Lily standing there, her eyes wide, hurt clear on her face.

  “Lily—” I yell, but she takes off running, not giving me the chance to explain.

  Chapter Ten

  Lily

  I know just running off like that makes me seem pretty insecure and childish, but at the time it had been this instinctual move, just leaving because I didn’t know what else to do.

  I find myself leaving the locker room and heading toward the front doors. Was I really this foolish in thinking that I had any chance with Coach Big?

  I won’t cry. I refuse to let that pain enter. Because once I do there’s going to be no stopping it. I look down at my feet as I walk forward, past the students here for various extracurricular activities.

  I push the front door open and a gust of warm wind brushes over me. The loud banging of it slamming shut seems to echo all around me. For a moment, I just stand there and look straight ahead, the faculty parking lot off to the left side, the student one to my right. I exhale slowly and shake my head, feeling ridiculous, not knowing why I let any of this bother me so deeply.

  Because I care for him.

  I fell for him so hard.

  The sound of the doors opening behind me have me moving to the side, assuming it’s just a student exiting. But my heart starts racing when I see who’s standing right behind me.

  Markus.

  His expression is pained. “Lily,” he says in a deep, sorrowful voice. “What you saw was a misunderstanding. I didn’t even touch her. And she wouldn’t back off.”

  Of course I believe him. He wasn’t touching the dean. I guess just seeing him with another woman really cut me deep.

  I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. I know I’m overreacting, and now I just feel like a fool.

  “Will you come with me so we can talk privately? I don’t want to go back in there. I just want to be alone with you so we can get our bearings.”

  I nod, and right away he gives me a smile and heads down the steps. We start walking toward the football field. I follow close behind, the grounds pretty dead this early in the morning.

  I keep following him and realize we are going behind the bleachers. There’s definitely privacy, and I assume that’s why he’s taking me out here.

  When we are behind them, he stops, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts and stares at me. “What you saw back there is a misunderstanding,” he says and I feel my throat tighten. “You’re the only one I want, Lily. You’re the only one I will ever want.” I watch as his throat works as he swallows.

  “I overreacted,” I finally say and exhale as if I’m almost defeated. I lean against the back of the bleachers and stare at him, forcing myself not to look away even though I’m embarrassed. “I don’t know why I ran. I look like an idiot.” He’s in front of me a second later, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumb smoothing right under my eyes.

  “You’re not. You care for me, don’t you?” I nod instantly. “And you got hurt. Leaving what’s causing you pain is normal.”

  “Yeah, but really there was nothing going on. Literally nothing.”

  “You’re it for me, Lily. I mean that with everything that’s in me. This isn’t about some quick fuck, some taboo relationship. This is about you being mine and me being yours. This is going to last forever and I guess a relationship wouldn’t do that without a little bit of drama thrown in,” he says and smiles, and I can’t help but return the gesture.

  As I stare into his eyes all I can think about is being with him, under these bleachers. Privacy is all around us, despite the fact we’re out in the open. I rise up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. And then I press my mouth on his, taking him just as forcefully as he took me the first time.

  He growls roughly and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, pushing it inside and forcing me to take it. I open wider and suck on his tongue, moaning at the flavor and feel of him.

  I can feel how hard he is for me, his length getting bigger and thicker with each passing second we kiss.

  “I want you, but I don’t want to take you for your first time here, baby.”

  I pant against his mouth. “I can’t think of a better place to finally be with you.” I’m staring up at his face, I can see how affected he is just by his expression, and know that anywhere I have Coach Big take my virginity is perfection.

  Feeling brave, I reach down and stroke his cock through his shorts, staring into his face, gauging his r
eaction.

  He slams a hand on the bleachers beside my head, his breathing becoming erratic the more I stroke him.

  “Are you sure about this, baby?”

  I lick my lips and nod. “More than sure.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Coach Big

  Jesus.

  I shouldn’t do this. Lily deserves so much better than this, but I can’t help it. I’m weak. I have to have her. I’ve held back as long as I can and I’m starved for her.

  Fucking starved.

  “I want this, want you. Right here. Right now, Coach Big.”

  Fuck, the way she says my name … Coach Big, turns me on like no other. It’s wrong, but hell, it’s also so fucking right.

  I’m fucking losing it. I know if I don’t control myself, I’ll be this fucking brutal beast taking Lily up against the bleachers like some kind of damn savage.

  But she drives me to that point, has all these basic, primal urges leaving me.

  “Coach Big,” she whispers and her eyes are big, her mouth slightly parted.

  Without thinking, because right now I’m just going on instinct, because right now I know what she needs, I reach down and pull my cock out through the elastic waist of my shorts. I don’t even bother pulling my shorts down. Hell, I didn’t even wear boxers because this morning I knew I wanted easy access to Lily.

  Damn, I can’t help but know how wrong this is. I knew I was going to pop her little cherry when she came in this morning. I’ve been anticipating it.

  With my dick now pointing right at her, pre-cum lining the slit, the rational part of me knows I should wear a condom. But I want free and raw in her. I want bare.

  Not like I have one anyway.

  “Touch me,” I demand, not realizing how harsh my voice has become. She reaches down and wraps her tiny, feminine hand around my shaft, squeezing lightly, her breath coming in even harder pants.

  Fuck, I may just explode right in her palm.

  I stare at her face as she strokes me hesitantly, as if she isn’t sure of what she’s doing.

  “You ever touch a cock before, Lily?”

  She licks her lips and shakes her head.

  I growl in approval.

  “You ever do anything with a guy?” The possessive side of me says she better not have. If she even kissed a little fucker, I’ll go ape shit, hunt him down, and make it known Lily is mine.

  “No. Never.” Those words are nothing but a whisper from her.

  “Good,” I growl out. I am doing everything in my power not to come.

  “You’re so hard, so big.”

  “All for you, Lily.” I close my eyes for a moment and just let the pleasure move through me. “And I’ll get bigger once I’m deep inside your virgin pussy.” I hear her swallow.

  I force myself to take a step back, even though all I want to do is press myself right up to Lily, feeling her heat, having her softness against me.

  I look her up and down, the little denim skirt she wears instantly making me think of easy access. The shirt she has on is white, a plain T-shirt that’s cropped a little above her bellybutton, showing her midrift. And her perky little tits … fuck, they make my mouth water.

  Her nipples are poking through the material, reminding me of how I had my dick between them just yesterday. My balls draw up at the very idea, and I know if I don’t control myself I’m going to come before this even really has a chance to start.

  “Take the panties off,” I demand, not even trying to hide my need for her. I watch as she works them off, keeping her focus trained right on me the whole time. When she’s holding the scrap of material in her hand, I reach out and take them, bringing them to my nose and inhaling deeply.

  God, I’ll never get enough of her scent.

  I shove them in the pocket of my shorts and step up to her again. I don’t miss how she glances down at my dick, her eyes wide.

  “I don’t think you’ll fit.”

  I stare at her right in the eyes. “Oh, I’ll fit, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Lily

  I can’t breathe. I’m wet. And this is really going to happen.

  Before I know what’s happening, Markus has me in his arms, my back to the bleachers, the feel of his huge cock pressing against my pussy having me gasp. He’s hard and hot.

  “This is it, Lily. I’m claiming you. There’s absolutely no going back now. There wasn’t before,” Markus groans.

  I can feel the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance. I see the restraint on his face. I don’t want him to hold back. I don’t want to wait another minute to belong to him. He’s worried about taking my virginity here. I can tell by the strain on his face that even now he’s holding back, trying to protect me. He’s taking his time, giving me the option to back out.

  That’s not what I want. I want Markus. I want all of him, I want him now and I want him forever.

  I always have.

  “I don’t want to go back, Markus,” I tell him, using his name and not calling him Coach, because this is important. I need him to know that this is real to me. This isn’t some taboo, thrill of the forbidden kind of thing for me.

  This is forever.

  I slide my leg over his hip, the heel of my foot digging into the back of his thigh. He’s so hot, so solid and so very male. Having him surround me makes me feel small, feminine and unbelievably safe and secure. I know having my virginity taken is going to hurt, but I also know that Markus will make it better. He will always put me first. That’s the man he is.

  I shift against him and just that small movement allows him to slide inside of me a little more. I gasp, because that feels good. Markus has worked me up so much that I’m so wet he slides in easily. The walls of my pussy are pulsing and my body is craving more.

  “Lily, you deserve so much more than this, baby,” he groans, kissing along my neck, his teeth nipping at the flesh there.

  “I only want you, Markus,” I tell him. “I love you.”

  It’s the first time I’ve given him those words. The first time I’ve given them to anyone. I know that Markus is the only man I will ever love. As I say the words I curl up while Markus thrusts down, his hard cock tearing through my virginity and finally making me his in every way possible.

  I cry out, there’s no way to keep from it. The pain is harsh, elemental and raw because Markus is so big. He overfills my pussy, pushing against the walls, stretching me to the point that I’m so full I’m not sure I can breathe.

  I feel him against my womb, and I don’t move, and miraculously neither does he. My body is completely tense, afraid moving will bring more pain. Markus holds himself still, his beautiful face gazing down at me, his eyes shining with concern and love…

  He loves me too.

  “Jesus, Lily,” he says, his voice raspy and filled with hunger. “You feel so fucking good. I love you, baby. I love you,” he says, kissing my forehead, then moving down to kiss my eyelids, the side of my face, and finally making his way down to my lips. Then he takes my mouth, violently, unrestrained and so full of desire that my body instantly relaxes as I lose myself in the kiss.

  He slips even deeper inside of me. I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. It feels so good, I feel tears stinging at my eyes, but they’re good tears, from being so happy, so complete that the joy is too much.

  “You’re mine now. I’m the first man to be inside of you. Your body is formed for my cock and only my cock, Lily. I was your first and I’ll be your last,” Markus growls.

  “Yes,” I moan, agreeing with him, because he’s right. I’d never want to do this with anyone else. I belong to Markus.

  He moves then, fucking me steadily, completely in control and teaching me how to move my body, teaching me how to be with a man—to be with him. Markus latches his lips onto my nipple and he suckles there, his fingers biting into my ass as he takes control and fucks me hard. His hard cock rams in and out of me, and I can do nothing but hold on and let him fu
ck me, let him take me, and drown in the pleasure.

  I can feel my climax building. It’s barreling inside of me so strong it feels like the edge of a hurricane. I’d be afraid, but I can’t. I know that Markus is in control and that this will be everything I ever dreamed of and more.

  “That’s it, baby, take my fucking cock. Take it all. You’re so beautiful. You love having my cock in you, don’t you, Lily? I can see the pleasure all over your face, the hunger in your eyes.”

  “I do. God, Markus, you feel so good,” I moan, my entire body vibrating as I tremble from the carnality of the moment.

  “You’re about to come, aren’t you, baby? Are you going to come all over my hard cock, Lily? Is that pussy going to cream all over my shaft?”

  His words are so basic, so dirty and I love it.

  “Yes, I’m going to come,” I cry, my orgasm already starting.

  “Look at me, Lily. I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to look at me and know that I’m the only man who can ever bring you this pleasure.”

  “I know that,” I gasp brokenly. “I’m the only one for you too,” I cry as I push up into him, needing to hear him admit it.

  “The only one, baby. The only fucking one,” he growls and that’s all I need.

  I let go completely, shattering into a million pieces as I climax. So lost in my passion that I don’t even realize I’m biting into Markus’s shoulder hard enough that it brings blood. A coppery metal taste hits me, but I don’t care. I’m too lost.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Coach Big

  I feel Lily’s teeth sink into me as her orgasm tears through her. She’s perfect.

  Absolutely fucking perfect.

  Her nails bite into my back as my little wildcat comes so hard that she’s squeezing my cock to the point it feels like she might break it in two. I want to hold back, to enjoy this forever, but there’s no way I can. She takes me over the edge with her.