Coach Daddy Read Online B.B. Hamel (Dark Daddies #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dark Daddies Series by B.B. Hamel
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
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This older man, the coach of this team. He’s intense and gorgeous and handsome… and he just got me off without even kissing me.

I don’t know how that happened. I don’t know how I’m massaging his leg like it’s any other day. But here I am, down on my knees, his considerably huge cock hard just inches away from my mouth.

And yet all he wants is this massage.

I finish and stand. He smiles at me. “Thank you, Leah,” he says.

“Thank you, Cole.” I smile at him.

“Now go make sure my players aren’t falling apart.”

“Always.” I grin and leave his office.

I can sense something, something new and growing. Something’s happening, but I can’t understand it.

Not yet, at least. But I want to.

6

Cole

Once preseason games start, my whole life gets flipped upside-down.

It’s a familiar sort of insanity, but taken to the next level. Being the coach of an NFL team during the season is basically like being a pilot of an airplane that’s constantly about to crash into a mountain, and you’re the only one that’s awake enough to stop it.

So I’m constantly averting one disaster after the next. I don’t have time to see Leah as much as I want, although I still get a massage and do my exercises as often as I can. She looks up at me, a shy smile on her face, and I want to kiss those lips so fucking badly, it hurts.

But I don’t. I control myself. I can’t make mistakes, not now, not with Atlas breathing down my neck.

We win two preseason games, which is pretty decent. I mean, it’s just preseason, and it doesn’t matter, but still. We get some much-needed experience on the field, and then we’re thrown into the first pro game of my career.

It’s a home game. The stadium is packed with people, probably here to see if this crazy new team in the middle of nowhere is going to be any good. All the pundits say we’re going to fail and fail miserably.

I say they can go fuck themselves.

“Straight and true,” I say to Sean on the sideline before we start. “Just keep your eyes downfield. We’ll keep you upright.”

He nods. I smack his shoulder pad. We take the field, and my life practically flashes before my eyes.

We lose to the San Diego Chargers, 21-17. It’s a close game, hard fought. For a second there, I thought we might win.

As I jog off the field, I feel like I fucking failed.

Our first game of the season, of our existence, was a loss. Sure, we did some good things, played well, fought hard against a veteran, talented team, but still. None of those things mattered.

We lost. Fucking hell, we lost.

I avoid the press. I know I have to do a conference eventually, but I retreat from the crowds of people, back into my office. I stare at the desk, wondering what the hell is going to happen now.

Atlas could pull the plug. One loss could set the guy tumbling. He’s been more and more erratic lately, spending more time in the locker room, hanging around the guys.

Hanging around Leah.

I take a breath. There’s a knock at my door. “Yeah?” I call out.

She comes in. I knew she would. I don’t know how, but I knew she’d follow me back here.

Leah smiles at me, shuts the door. “Tough one,” she says.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat, sit up straight. “How are the guys?”

“Nothing major,” she says. “Banged up, tired, but they’ll be fine for next week.”

I nod once. “Good.”

She frowns a little, steps closer. “How are you?”

I look away from her. “Fine. We played well.”

“I know. But it’s hard. That was your first game, and… you know.”

I look back at her. “I know what?”

“Atlas has been hanging around a lot. We’ve all noticed.”

I grimace. “Fuck. What’s the rumor mill saying?”

“That’s he’s up your ass, is all.”

“They’re not wrong.” I sigh and stand, wincing slightly.

“Leg hurts?” she asks, concerned, and comes closer.

“I’m fine,” I say, trying to wave her off, but she keeps coming. I let her gently rub my leg, leaning up against my body.

I take a deep breath, looking down at her. I’ve resisted the temptation to take her since that first time, but it gets harder and harder.

She’s so fucking gorgeous, and funny, and smart. I don’t know why I feel this way about a girl half my fucking age… but I want her.

I want to take care of her.

“Better?” she asks, straightening up, inches asway.

“All better.” I smile softly. “You have a gift, you know.”

She grins. “It’s just hard work and a little bit of talent.”

“The great combination.”

She shrugs. “Seriously, Cole. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I say softly. I step closer to her, and she looks surprised. I can see the memory of that day flash into her mind. “I’m glad you came back here.”



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