Page 11 of Yes, Coach (Bratton Hollow #1)

I take her hand and lead her inside, showing her around the comfortable space that’s all ours.

High ceilings with timber beams, big windows that look out on nothing but trees.

A leather couch facing the fireplace, where the owners already got a fire going, just like they promised.

The scent of cedar and smoke curling into the air.

A stack of books on the coffee table. A bottle of wine and two glasses waiting in the kitchen.

The bed's a king-size, with a thick quilt and clean sheets that seem to invite us to stay here forever, and promise no one would ask any questions.

"Murphy, this is..." Taryn turns in a slow circle, taking in the rustic charm. "How did you..."

"Baby, the devil makes work for idle hands."

"What do you mean?"

"When I couldn’t see you yesterday, I had to make plans for when I did." I move up behind her, my hands settling on her hips. "I wanted somewhere special to make you completely mine."

"I'm already yours."

"Not the way I want you to be." I turn her in my arms so she's facing me. "Not yet."

The admission hangs between us, heavy with promise. We both know what I'm talking about. What we haven't done yet.

"I want that too," she whispers. "I've wanted it since that first night at your house."

"Are you sure? Because once we do this, there's no going back. You'll be mine in every way that matters."

"I've been ready for months, Daddy."

The word sends heat straight to my groin. "Then take off that dress."

She reaches for the zipper, but I catch her hands.

"Slowly. I want to savor it."

She complies, her movements deliberate and seductive as she slides the zipper down and lets the dress pool at her feet. Underneath, she's wearing black lace lingerie that makes my mouth go dry.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

"Your turn."

I strip off the suit jacket and tie, but when I reach for my shirt buttons, she settles a hand on mine.

"Let me take care of you, Daddy."

Her fingers are trembling slightly as she works the buttons free, and the sight of her nervousness mixed with desire makes my chest tight with emotion.

When she's got my shirt open, she runs her hands over my chest, exploring the scars and muscle with reverent fingers.

"I love your body," she murmurs. "It’s like a bunker. Hard and safe and I want to live inside it."

"All yours, baby girl."

The rest of our clothes disappear quickly, and then we're skin to skin on the bed, her soft curves pressed against my harder angles. I take my time kissing her, relearning the taste of her mouth, the sounds she makes when I find that sensitive spot behind her ear.

"Please," she gasps when I've reduced her to a writhing mess beneath me. "I need you inside me."

"Not yet." I kiss my way down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her breasts before continuing south.

"First, I'm going to make you come with my mouth.

Then I'm going to make you come with my fingers.

And then, when you're so desperate you can barely think straight, I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. "

"Daddy, please..."

"Patience, baby girl. Daddy's going to take care of you."

I settle between her thighs, and the first taste of her nearly undoes me. She's already so wet, so ready, and the sounds she makes when I work her with my tongue are the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

It doesn't take long to bring her to the edge, and when she comes apart beneath my mouth, her hands fisted in my hair, I nearly come just from watching her.

"So fucking beautiful when you let go," I murmur against her inner thigh. "My perfect girl."

Before she can fully recover, I'm working her with my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her arch off the bed.

"Oh God, I can't... it's too much..."

"Yes, you can. Give me another one, baby. Let Daddy make you feel good."

The second orgasm hits her even harder than the first, and by the time the aftershocks fade, she's boneless and pliant beneath me.

"Now," she whispers. "Please, Daddy. I need you now."

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock already slick with her arousal. "Look at me, Taryn. I want to see your face when I make you mine."

Her hazel eyes lock onto mine, trusting and open and so full of love it takes my breath away.

"I love you," I tell her as I push inside, slowly, carefully, giving her time to adjust to my size.

"I love you too," she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh God, you're so big..."

"You're doing so good, baby girl. Taking me so well." I pause when I'm fully seated inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust to the incredible sensation. "How does it feel?"

"Full. Perfect. Like I was made for you."

"You were made for me." I start to move, slow and gentle at first, but the way she responds, the way she meets my thrusts and begs for more, quickly drives me to increase the pace.

"Harder," she pants. "Please, Daddy, I need it harder."

I flip us over so she's on top, her hands braced against my chest as she rides me. The sight of her above me, hair wild, skin flushed with arousal, is almost too much to bear.

"That's it, baby girl. Take what you need."

But after a few minutes, I can see she's getting tired, her movements becoming less coordinated.

"Get on your hands and knees," I order, and she complies immediately.

The new position lets me go deeper, and the sounds she makes when I hit that perfect spot inside her are absolutely filthy.

"You like that, don't you, baby? Like being fucked like this?"

"Yes, Daddy. God, yes."

"Such a good girl for me. My perfect little girl." I reach around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles as I continue to thrust into her. "Come for me, Taryn. Come on Daddy's cock."

She shatters around me, her inner walls clenching so tight I can barely move. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I come with a roar, spilling myself deep inside her.

We collapse together onto the bed, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat.

"Holy shit," she pants against my chest.

"Was that okay? Did I hurt you?"

"Are you kidding?" She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes bright with satisfaction. "That was incredible. You're incredible."

I pull her up for a kiss, tasting wine and lust on her lips. "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too, Daddy." She curls against my side, her leg thrown over my hip. "So what happens now?"

"Now we do it again."

"Again?"

"Baby girl, we have this cabin for the entire night. I plan to make up for lost time."

The promise makes her shiver with anticipation. "I like the sound of that."

"Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

As I roll her beneath me again, already feeling myself hardening at the thought of taking her a second time, something deeper anchors in my chest. She’s given me her trust, her love, and I know there’s no going back.

This may be messy. It may be risky. But it’s real. She's still my student. Still under my care. But none of that changes the fact that I’d burn it all down before I give her up.

Career, reputation, everything—none of it matters without her.

And right now, in the quiet warmth of this cabin, with her body beneath mine and her eyes locked on me like I’m her whole world, I don’t feel guilty. I just feel lucky.

Let the rest of it come.

Tonight, she chose me.

And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I’m worthy.