Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 9

Damon listened as the shower came on and tried not to picture her under the spray. Especially, not with that look she'd had on her face as she backed away from him. Her eyes had burned him with lust as she took in every inch of him. His cock had started to stir and he'd thought of everything else to try and keep the hard on at bay.

She would have gotten the full view with these shorts. The image of her standing in the kitchen with Aaron resurfaced and Damon clenched his fists. That bastard. He shot a glare at the wall that separated their rooms.

He wasn't exactly sure why the image infuriated him so much, but he was so filled with rage that he was shaking. It had taken everything in him not to rush the guy and beat his fucking face in when he'd walked in. Missy standing there, her face turned up towards the cabinet, but she wasn't looking at the glass Aaron was reaching for.

No, she'd had her eyes closed, her lip between her teeth and was slightly leaned back. Back into Aaron's chest. And Aaron? Sure, he'd been 'reaching' for the glass, but he'd had his head tilted down. His nose close to her hair and a smirk on his face. They'd both been enjoying being close to the other.

Damon's fists tightened and he ground his teeth. He really shouldn't give a shit. Why was it bothering him so much? It wasn't his problem if she wanted to get laid. His teeth clamped together again. His chest tightening. What the fuck? Was he...jealous? No fucking way was he jealous.

He'd never been the jealous kind, never one to threaten other guys to back off, because if a girl wanted to be his, then she was. If she didn't, then so fucking what.

You just threatened Aaron.

Shit. He had. After Aaron b-lined for his room, Damon had watched the confusion pass over Missy's face as he fought the urge to throw her back over his shoulder. Then he'd gone straight to Aaron's room, opening the door without knocking.

The guy had been standing with his hands against the wall and his head hanging down, but Damon didn't give a shit. He'd shut the door and grabbed Aaron by the collar, pushing him against the wall.

"What the fuck, man?" Aaron had said, pushing against Damon's shoulders.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Her." He'd ground out, his fists tightening on Aaron's shirt.

"Jesus Christ, Damon." Aaron pushed on him again. "Geez! Okay, okay. I won't touch her." Damon had stared at him hard for a moment before letting him go with a hard shove into the wall. He'd backed up and turned for the door when Aaron spoke again.

"Just so you know. She's the only reason I talked to Jessica. You're too hard for her." Damon had clamped his jaw shut, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought not to punch the bastard.

"I don't want her. I'm coaching her to stand up for herself." He'd said as he took another step to the door.

"Sure. Whatever." He'd heard Aaron say before he slammed the door closed. The walls rattled so hard that it knocked a picture off the wall. He'd had to take a few breaths before going down stairs.

Now he was sitting on his couch, listening to the water run as she showered. He didn't want her. He didn't. The only reason she was here was because of her shitty ass friends kicking her out of her goddamn apartment. They'd spend the next, however long together as he taught her how to get mad and maybe even how to swear. Because, apparently the girl didn't swear.

Then he'd send her on her happy little way. Hopefully not so happy and then Aaron could do whatever the fuck he wanted with her. Damon's chest tightened at that thought, but he didn't have time to think about it further.