The Coach's Forbidden Play のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Sage's POV The stale scent of liniment and sweat, a familiar comfort on any other day, was heavy in the air of the locker room. Each quiet rustle of fabric as someone changed, each soft click of a locker door, amplified the suffocating weight of the game looming over me. Tonight. This was it. My chance to prove I was worthy of a second shot, to silence the gnawing doubt that Rina's venomous words had planted in my mind.My eyes scanned the room, finding her almost immediately. Rina was already changed, her mere presence was already a reminder of our last altercation. She glanced at me with a glint of something I couldn't quite decipher in her eyes, before turning away. The air crackled with tension, a silent hum beneath the forced casualness of the other girls’ chatter.I moved through the motions of changing, my movements stiff and robotic. Just as I was lacing up my sneakers, the door swung open and Andrew walked in. His presence was usually a comforting anchor in the swirling chao

Sage's POV My heart raced, my skin beading with sweat as he kissed my skin and trailed a path down between my breasts. My fingers curled in his hair as he kissed my inner thigh."Andrew," the name fell from my lips, the sounds came out desperate, almost helpless, as he sank his teeth into my flesh, the sensation maddening. He bit in deeper until I writhed beneath him but he held me in place. His strong hands were on each of my hips, holding in place with a grip as strong as vice.I bit my lip trying to suppress the sounds that were in my throat, waiting for me to part my lips. Just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, he let go and I gasped in sweet relief. My legs were trembling slightly and I felt lightheaded. He lifted his gaze, I could see the predatory look in his eyes, the want and the lust in his eyes that threatened to consume me. He lowered his head again and his tongue stroked my pussy, the stroke sent pleasure down my spine and to my toes, my toes curled involuntar

Sage's pov The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the crisp morning air, but I barely registered it. My gaze was fixed on Andrew, who was taking an eternity to sip from his cup. Each slow swallow was a hammer to my already frayed nerves. "Andrew," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper, "How was… last night for you?"He lowered the cup, his eyes meeting mine. A slight smile played on his lips, a maddeningly casual gesture that did nothing to soothe my anxiety. "Unexpected," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But I can't say I regret it."A sigh of relief escaped me, quickly followed by a fresh wave of panic. Unexpected but no regrets. What did that even mean? The words were a tiny balm, but a much larger, more pressing question was screaming in my head. I knew it was too soon, far too soon. My inner voice was already berating me, calling me foolish and impulsive. But the words were out before I could stop them. "What are we?"The silence that followed was deafenin

Sage's POV My thoughts were disrupted when she stepped closer towards me. "Let's talk outside," her voice was hard.The cool air outside was a welcome relief from the stifling tension of Andrew’s office, though it did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. I’d given Andrew a quick glance before stepping out and his gentle smile had been a surprising anchor in the chaos. He always seemed to know somehow when I needed that subtle reassurance. But that comfort dissolved the moment I saw Pauline.She was a whole lot of indignant fury, her arms crossed, foot tapping a rapid rhythm against the polished floor. “Finally!” she practically spat, her voice tight with suppressed anger. “Care to explain why you’ve been ignoring my calls, Sage?!”My mind raced, trying to grasp the source of her palpable rage. It was pressing down on me and opened my mouth, then closed it, searching for the right words, for any words. “Pauline, I… I’m so sorry,” I finally managed, my voice softer than I intend

Sage's POV "Are you sure this is going to work, Pauline?" I asked, a knot forming in my stomach. The library's hushed atmosphere felt like it was pressing in on me, amplifying my unease. "I really shouldn't be involved in this. It's... family."Pauline, who was ever the force of nature, scoffed, already pulling a hefty fantasy novel from a shelf. "Sage, you are family! Always have been. My mom practically raised you, and even my dad thinks you're the bee's knees." She waved a dismissive hand, as if my very valid concerns were nothing more than dust motes in the afternoon light.I bit my lip, forcing a flimsy smile. The idea of playing cupid for her parents of rekindling a flame that had seemingly fizzled out years ago, twisted something inside me. It felt wrong, a betrayal of... well, of a lot of things. But how could I explain it to Pauline without her finding out about Andrew? The mere thought of her discovering my secret relationship with her father sent a shiver down my spine. Pa