Filthy Coach: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I can see that. It’s intense for me as well. I’ve always cared for you but this…this is different. I can’t get enough of you.” Brent was close and spoke low so nobody else would hear his words and she found herself swooning as she allowed herself to feel a percentage of the intensity of her feelings. Their drinks were set in front of them, and she leaned back and wondered what it would be like to be on a date with him. Cammy imagined them sitting on the same side of the table, holding hands and kissing as they waited for their food and she knew that she was getting ahead of herself.

  It all came crashing down two weeks later when Tasha found them asleep under a blanket on the couch, where they’d been watching a movie together. Cammy would never forget the look on her face as she stared at them with horror on her face as Cammy tried to cover her naked body with the blanket. Brent woke up a moment later and looked at their housekeeper as all of the color drained from his face. “Tasha.”

  They’d been discreet about their relationship, and nobody seemed to know, but now the truth was out there.

  “Shit. We need to talk,” Brent called out to her as he slipped his shorts on and stood to follow her into the backyard. Cammy started to cry as she clutched the soft blanket around her body and prayed that everything would be alright. Even if Brent wasn’t her stepfather and her mother’s former husband, he was over ten years older than she was. There was nothing right about this, and she grabbed the cloth and hurried to her room to hide in her bed as she sobbed. They had fallen more for each other once the truth was out between them and she was so happy until she saw the look on the face of the woman that was like a mom to her.

  Would she have to move out?

  Were they over?

  Cammy took a deep breath as she heard the door open but she didn’t look up. “Cam, I talked to her. I explained us.” Brent sat next to her and stroked her hair back. “She’s angry with me, but it’s because she loves you.”

  “Are we over?” Cammy heard her voice shaking.

  “No. I told her that I loved you and that we’re together. It isn’t going to be easy, but we’ll do this.” Brent lifted her face and kissed her. “I called the office and said that we got some food poisoning from dinner last night.” She’d been working with him for the entire time, and she spent a lot of time behind closed doors while he acted out every office fantasy that she’d ever had. “We didn’t make it to my room to hear the alarm.”

  “I’m sorry, Brent.” Cammy’s eyes were full of tears as she looked at him. “I just fell asleep.”

  “It’s okay, Cammy. We both did, and now we are real. Now someone knows.” Brent pulled her closer and kissed her hair. “It might be a good idea if we consider letting other people know.”

  “What?” Cammy asked as she stared at him. He was looking into her eyes as she stared at him.

  It was like a wildfire at the office, and she was relieved when Christine returned to work, and she could just go back to school. The rumors just kept going around about how much older he was than her and how gross it was that he was her stepfather. Cammy went to school the first day and could tell by the looks on her friend’s faces that they knew as well.

  “I knew that you were up to something. You were fucking Brent the entire time, weren’t you?” Lisa asked as Cammy walked to her car that afternoon. “He’s gorgeous, but there’s so much wrong with that.”

  “I love him, Lisa. I didn’t plan for this, but it happened, and I can’t change that.” Cammy looked at the disgust on her former best friend’s face and felt whatever ties they’d had breaking before her eyes. Chloe wasn’t too much more understanding about things, and Cammy knew that it was just going to be her and Brent from now on. Eventually, she made more friends that accepted the situation and settled into another life.

  EPILOGUE

  Cammy rested in the hospital bed as she watched her husband pace the room. “Brent, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” She panted with the new contraction as he stared at her and took her hand in his. “Jesus. This hurts.”

  They’d been married for two years and decided to have a baby once they’d done some traveling and single couple activities. It was fun trying since they still practiced the same habits in the bedroom in the process. Cammy was thrilled even though there was a part of her that felt guilty for what she was doing. She was even more shocked when she realized that Brent had acted out her fantasies from her journal that he’d read and as she looked back, he’d nailed them all.

  Love came in many forms and Brent was one of them. They were happy together, and he took good care of her like she knew her mama would want for her. The other one of their son and daughter that were born a few hours later at midnight screaming their way into the world. She wasn’t working with the pregnancy and Brent was still running his company and doing just fine.

  She held Madeline and Brent sat down beside her with Than in his arms as they smiled at each other. “Hi, Daddy.” His eyes darkened as he looked at her for a long moment and then their babies. “You’re their Daddy. They’re going to adore you as much as I do.”

  “I love you, Cammy.” Brent kissed her and looked at his daughter. “I’m so happy.”

  THE END

  Filthy Sports Secret Baby Romance

  THE QUARTERBACK’S SECRET BABY

  Amanda nearly dropped a tray of dirty dishes when an old man pinched her ass as she walked by. She ground her teeth and shot him a glare, but she kept her mouth shut. She'd complained to the boss on more than one occasion about the behavior of the customers, but Spiro didn't care about anything but the restaurant's sales at the end of the day. If a customer kept coming back week after week and spending money, then he wanted that customer treated like gold.

  Not that the assholes who treated her like a piece of meat ever tipped well. She'd be lucky if he left her a dollar on the table after he left. But Spiro only cared about the amount of money he made, not what his staff made.

  She dropped the dirty dishes off in the back, then printed out the check for one of her other tables. She took the long way around to drop off the check, so she could avoid walking by the perv's table again. She also noticed the perv's drink needed to be refilled, but as far as she was concerned, he could wait. Maybe if she gave him bad service, he'd stop coming back. Spiro would complain about losing a customer, but Amanda had better things to do with her time than be manhandled by someone who didn't even tip.

  She dropped off the check at the other table. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asked, keeping her fake smile on her face.

  “You can give me your phone number,” the man said, winking at her.

  Amanda rolled her eyes. Max was one of her regulars, and while he never got handsy with her the way some of her other customers did, he was relentlessly hitting on her. But he was at least friendly about it, and he never took it the wrong way when she shot him down, so she tried to at least have some fun with it. “My phone's probably getting shut off next week, Max,” she said, giving him a playful smirk. “Tell you what, wait until I win the lottery, then we'll see.”

  He chuckled and shook his head. “You either make too many calls, or you're not being paid enough here.”

  “Little of both,” Amanda said. “Mostly the latter.”

  She flashed him a genuine smile as she took his empty plate. Max, at least, was a decent tipper.

  She took a quick glance at her other tables. Aside from the perv needing a drink refill, it looked like everyone was doing fine. She'd have just enough time to slip out for a quick smoke.

  She kept an eye out for Spiro as she cut back through the dish room and out the back door. The boss didn't much care for his employees smoking on the clock. But Spiro only paid her $2.13 per hour, which was the minimum wage when you earned the rest of your pay from tips, so she didn't really care what he thought. She ducked behind the dumpster, trying to ignore the smell as she pulled out her Parliament Menthols and lit one up. She never smoked at home, because she didn't want to e
xpose her son to secondhand smoke, which meant she had to get her fill while she was at work.

  While she was smoking, and dreading the next three hours of her shift, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw it was a text from her friend Michelle. She almost ignored it. Michelle had been a real party girl ever since high school, and had only gotten worse when she moved away for college. Whenever she stopped back in town during a school break, she wanted to go out drinking and cruising for guys. Amanda didn't have the time, between working two jobs and taking care of her son, for that kind of life. As much as she felt like a jerk for ignoring Michelle's texts half the time, she knew she just couldn't deal with being dragged out for a weekend of partying.

  She read the text, already composing a response in her head. She needed to make a good excuse in order to get out of going drinking without hurting Michelle's feelings in the process. Though when she read the text, she nearly dropped her phone.

  Hey, Mandy! You need to clear your plans for the weekend. I'm coming home, and guess what? I'M GETTING MARRIED!

  Amanda was still staring at the text, trying to process it, when her phone buzzed again with another incoming text.

  You'll be there, right? Promise you will! I need my bestie there as my maid of honor!

  Amanda held her cigarette between her lips and typed out a response. She didn't see how she could get out of going to her friend's wedding, especially if Michelle wanted her to be maid of honor. Her head was spinning as she typed out her response: Holy crap! Since when are you getting married? Why such short notice? Of course I'll be there.

  Just before Amanda headed back in to check on her tables, she got another response from Michelle: Long story, I'll explain when I see you. But Blake only has this weekend available, so it has to be now. OMG! I'm so excited! See you soon!

  Amanda tucked away her phone and went back to check on her tables. The man who'd pinched her started complaining about how he'd been waiting ten minutes to have his drink refilled. She muttered a completely insincere apology and went to fetch him a new Coke. Then she finished clearing off Max's table, and stopped, stunned, when she saw the tip that he'd left.

  It was a $50 bill. She knew Max had decent money—at least, compared to the usual crowd that came into the diner—but he was never this generous. She immediately felt a surge of guilt about her lie about her phone being shut off. Her bills were tight, but not so tight that she couldn't keep up with them, albeit barely. Max must have taken her excuse to get out of giving him her phone number as a genuine plea.

  She pocketed the money, trying not to feel guilty about it. Though she immediately felt better when the perv at the next table only left her seventy-eight cents. She'd earned Max's big tip, if only because she had to put up with so much shit from the rest of her customers.

  When her shift was finally over, she took the bus home, then stopped by her neighbor's apartment to pick up her son, James. Mrs. Carter was a stay at home mom, and she watched James for free, in exchange for Amanda watching her son a few times a week so Mrs. Carter could run errands or have a night out with her husband.

  “Come on, kiddo,” she said, taking James's hand. “Time for dinner.”

  “But I don't wanna go,” James said, stomping his foot.

  Mrs. Carter shot Amanda an apologetic smile. “He's been in a mood today.”

  “I have not!” James protested, stomping his foot again.

  “I'm sorry, kiddo,” Amanda said, scooping James up and holding him against her hip. “You can come back and play tomorrow.”

  James made a frustrated sound as she carried him down the hall to their apartment. She set him down on the couch and did her best to clean the place up a bit before dinner. The apartment was eternally a mess, and she had long since given up on ever getting it truly clean. She just tried to maintain a certain level of disarray.

  “What do you want for dinner?” she asked as she looked through the cabinets.

  “Pizza.”

  “We don't have pizza,” she said. She considered using Max's $50 to order out, and save herself the hassle of cooking, but she really needed to put it towards paying off her credit card. “How about pasta? That's Italian, too.”

  James grumbled, but since he wasn't old enough to cook for himself, Amanda figured he could deal with her making whatever she wanted. She set the water to boil, then went into the living room to sit on the couch next to her son.

  He'd turned the TV on, and the Monday night football game was playing. She frowned at the TV. “Hey, isn't there cartoons on?”

  “No,” James said, pouting. “I wanna watch them play!”

  Amanda sighed and leaned back against the couch. James loved playing and running outdoors, though she rarely got the chance to take him out anymore. She didn't want to deny him the chance to watch the game, even if watching it brought back painful memories for her.

  James clutched his Nerf football to his chest as he watched the players running across the field. Amanda watched just one player in particular, the quarterback, Cole Reed. Michelle's brother.

  She sighed and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hands. She usually didn't want to admit it, but Cole was another reason why she'd been avoiding Michelle so much over the years. When they'd been in high school, Cole had been in college, and already making a name for himself playing for his college football team. Amanda had crushed on him pretty hard, mooning over him whenever he came back to town during school breaks. She'd been pretty sure he'd barely known that she existed, and she was even more sure now that he'd completely forgotten her entire existence. After all, they had just had one night together. The night she gave him her virginity.

  She glanced at James, the memories rushing back once more. She'd been a bit drunk, thanks to Cole and his college friends buying alcohol for Amanda and Michelle's high school graduation party. There had been dozens of kids there, including half of Cole's college football team who'd driven down for the party, and for the chance to score with some eager and willing high school girls. Amanda still didn't know if Cole had put the moves on her because she had been wearing a tight, low-cut dress that night, or because he'd been drunk enough to forget that she was his sister's best friend. And she hadn't cared what his reasons were. When he asked her to go upstairs, she'd been more than willing.

  The rest of the night after that was a blur. She remembered that it had felt amazing, after the initial pain, of course. She remembered Cole's stamina, how he'd wanted to go at it again and again. She remembered getting down on her knees for him, when she was too sore to let him inside her again, and how rough and controlling he'd been with his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to swallow.

  Most of all, she remembered that he'd been gone in the morning. She'd woken up, naked, sticky, and hung over, in his bed. After she'd gotten dressed and headed downstairs, Michelle had told her that Cole and his friends had driven back to their school. He hadn't even said goodbye.

  And Amanda hadn't seen him since. Well, except for when she saw him on TV. And when she looked at James – yes, she saw that resemblance! She'd never told Cole that he was the father, and had never told Michelle that she was an aunt. After how humiliated she'd been that he'd used her as a one-night stand, she had never been able to bring herself to admit the truth. Not to anyone.

  She could only hope that Cole wouldn't be at Michelle's wedding this weekend. It was hard for her to imagine him skipping his sister's wedding. But he hadn't been back home in years. After he'd been first draft pick right out of college, he'd been too absorbed in his success and fame to care about the town that he'd left behind. And she was certain that even if he did see her, he wouldn't even remember her name.

  Cole woke up to discover a naked woman draped across his body, drooling on his shoulder. He looked down at her, thinking that she definitely didn't look as hot now as she'd seemed last night. Maybe it was because he'd had a few beers after the game. Or maybe he'd been so high on the team's victory that he hadn't cared
who he went to bed with.

  He pulled himself away from the woman and got out of the hotel room bed. He searched for his pants, and by the time he found them, the woman was waking up. She sat up in the bed, the blanket falling away from her naked body. Now that he got a better look at her from the neck down, he saw the appeal. Though he wondered what it said about him that he couldn't quite look her in the eye.

  “Hey,” she said, giving him a tired smile. “That was some night last night.”

  “Yeah,” he said noncommittally. “I guess.”

  Last night hadn't been anything special to him. Sure, he was always glad for the chance to score with one of the women that were always fawning all over him after a game. It was one of the perks of being the quarterback. But this woman hadn't left any more of an impression on him than any of the others had. Heck, he couldn't even remember her name.

  She got out of bed while he was pulling on his pants. She sauntered over to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. “Why in such a rush?” she asked. “I thought we could have another go before breakfast.”

  “Sorry, babe,” he said, pulling away. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on. “I've got a flight to catch.”

  She frowned at him. “What, off to another game?”

  He snorted. “I wish. I have to head back home.”

  She planted her hands on her hips. “I see.”

  He rolled his eyes. “It's not like that. My sister's getting married, and for some reason, she decided to do it back home in New Jersey. So I've got to catch a plane back to East Bumblefuck.”

  “Whatever,” she said, waving her hands dismissively. “I should have known you were just another horny jock.”

  She pulled on her dress and headed to the door with her shoes in one hand and her panties in the other. She glanced at him from the door as she was shoving her panties into her purse. “See you around,” she said. “I guess.”