Page 5 of My Mom's Man
I chew on the inside of my cheek, doing my best to keep my features impassive. It’s hard not to stare at him and grin dreamily.
He’s your mom’s boyfriend.
Keep your illicit fantasy under lock and key where it belongs.
A figure steps into the doorway and my heart skitters in my chest. Reid looks good today, like usual, in a pair of well-loved, faded and worn blue jeans, scuffedup work boots, and a white T-shirt that fits a little snuggly on his muscular frame.
Why does he have to be so hot for an old guy?
His sharp hazel eyes dart over to me, sweep over me as if to check that I’m okay, and then they’re on Coach Long. He strides over to the desk and gives my coach one of those manly, handshakes that makes all his forearm veins pop out.
I lick my bottom lip wishing I could lick the flexing muscle of his forearm instead.
“Your daughter here—” Coach starts but is cut off by Reid.
“Girlfriend’s kid,” Reid says with a grunt. “She’s working late so I’m doing the pickup.”
I roll my eyes. Does he have to talk about me like I’m a nuisance?
“Miss Abrams assaulted another student.” Coach Long cuts his eyes over to me. “You want to explain, or should I?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I shrug as if I don’t care. That’s a lie. I’d been so extremely pissed at Wyatt, I blew up on him. It all happened so fast. I’m sure if Coach Long had heard what Wyatt said, the doofus would be sitting here in my spot rather than me.
“Fine,” Coach mutters. “I’ll explain. In the middle of class, Miss Abrams turned around in her seat and punched Wyatt Drummond in his throat. The guy couldn’t catch his breath for a good five minutes. She’s lucky she didn’t crush his windpipe.”
I hold up my dainty hand and wriggle my fingers. “Not exactly a lot of power behind this weapon.”
Reid smirks at me and a ripple of heat travels through my nerve endings.
“Not the point,” Coach continues. “You can’t hit people because you don’t like what they say.”
“He was slut shaming,” I huff out in exasperation. “You didn’t hear the part where he said he should send everyone the video of that girl sucking his dick because she was so bad at it despite all her experience. Honestly, he deserved a lot more than what I gave him.”
Reid rubs at the back of his neck, eyebrows furled as if unsure what to do. The way his tattooed bicep bulges is slightly distracting, and I have to force my attention away from it. I feel bad for him having to come play “dad” for me. I’d bet my entire makeup collection he never had to come rescue Brayden from detention.
As Coach Long continues to rat me out, and the possible implications of my assault if Wyatt got his parents involved, I lose interest. Instead, I wonder why my mother doesn’t treat him better.
What’s Mom’s deal anyway?
Reid isn’t like any of her previous boyfriends. He’s strong and steady, like a tree, but he’s more than someone to take care of us. I like how intense he can be and caring. It’s cute how he sort of melts whenever he’s around Brayden. That guy is Reid’s pride and joy. It’s sweet. Plus, Reid can be funny. It’s rare he shows it, but the more time we spend alone, the more I see it.
Mom is taking him for granted.
If Reid was my man, I’d worship the ground he walked on. I’d spend hours in his lap, kissing his sexy mouth and teasing him until we’re both about to explode.
A forbidden pulse aches between my legs, and I have to shift in my seat to make it go away.
I’m tired of this obsession with him, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get it to fade. If anything, it grows stronger by the day.
Someone snaps me out of my daze. Coach Long points at his door. “Get out of my classroom now, Abrams.”
I notice Reid is holding my phone. After I grab my backpack and pull it on, I swipe it out of his hand, pocketing it in the back of my jeans.
We’re quiet as we walk down the hallway, neither of us speaking until we’re outside. A gust of chilly air swirls around me, sending my shoulder-length chocolate-brown hair spinning up above my head like a tornado.
Reid chuckles. “You look like that girl fromThe Grinch.”
“Does that make Coach LongThe Grinchif I’m Cindy Lou-Who?”
