Coaching ~ Complete ~ Sample

Part 17

An entourage of vehicles pulled up to the house. They were running a little late. All worn out and sore because Coach had decided to run them extra hard before the game tomorrow. It didn't bother him, all he'd been able to think about was Missy all day.

By the time practice was over he'd been so ready to see her that he'd been twitchy. But he'd liked knowing she was at home and safe, except for lunch time. He'd almost skipped out of class to go check on her. Did she make it there safely? Make it home safely? He'd about drove himself insane but forced himself not to text her.

Damon had to force himself to shower after practice and not race straight home. What the hell was happening to him? He parked in his spot and climbed out, closing his door. The sound seemed to echo with everyone closing their doors at the same time.

No one really said anything as they walked up to the house, all too tired to chat. It wasn't until they made it to the porch that they stopped and looked at each other. There was music coming from inside. Damon drew his brows in confusion.

Missy was listening to music? He grabbed the knob and opened the door, slightly annoyed that she hadn't locked it with her being home alone. The first thing that hit him was the smell. Amazing, mouth watering aromas wafted out and hit him right in the stomach. It let out a loud growl.

The next thing that hit him was the sight of Missy. She was in the middle of the living room, dancing to Shawn Mendes' 'Senorita'. Her hips rocking back and forth seductively as she did some foot steps, her hands sliding over her body. She must have gone home to get clothes, because he would have remembered her wearing that yesterday.

Black wedge boots covered her feet, her legs covered in black stockings that had a design on them. They disappeared into short white washed jean shorts. Her back was to him, so he couldn't see her shirt, but her hair swayed across a black leather jacket.

Someone cleared their throat and Damon had to fight not to growl at them. He'd been enjoying the view. Missy jumped and spun to face them and then laughed.

"Hey, guys!" She rushed over to turn off the music. Then turned to them with a smile. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty to clean up some and make dinner." Damon took that moment to look around. The house was clean, ultra clean. Cleaner than he'd ever seen it.

"Damn! It looks and smells great in here, Missy." Aaron said, stepping forward to ruffle her hair. "My mouth is watering. What is that?"

"It's roast." She beamed up at him. "I didn't think to ask if anyone here was vegetarian, but I figured it was safe to assume they weren't."

"You assumed right." Zach added as he walked towards the kitchen. The guys started to follow, a few of them nudging him with their shoulders as they passed. Giving him pats and smiles. Damon tried to push down the swelling of pride in his chest. That want to wrap his arms around her, stake claim to her in front of his roommates. Ignored the voice in his head saying, "My girl did this.".

Because she wasn't his girl. Never would be. He didn't want her to be his girl. If not yours, then someone else's. Damon coughed back the growl. It would happen. When she was on her feet, with her new backbone and ability to take up for herself, she'd leave and find someone.

Taking a deep breath to calm the sudden urge to hurt someone, he headed toward the loud voices and laughter in the kitchen. He'd been the only one left standing by the door. When he walked in, Missy was standing on a step stool in front of the counter that had two large steaming pots. A pair of tongs in her hand, laughing as she dished out heaping piles of meat onto plates for the guys.