“Mia, right?” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Hey, Coach Dawson.” She smiled and her face lit up with one of the most beautiful smiles I had ever seen.
“What’s going on with you and the team?” I leaned towards her. “Are you going to leave all my players with blue balls tonight?”
“Coach Dawson...” She blushed and looked down at the floor.
“Look, I get it. You’re young, beautiful, and you’re a virgin. You probably haven’t had this kind of attention before, but there are a lot of very pretty girls getting neglected tonight because six of my best players are focused on you.” I stared her down as she looked up again. “I don’t care if you go home with one of them or all of them, but you need to figure out what the plan is because if you’re not planning on going home with any of them, I think we’re going to have a riot.”
“Damn...” She muttered. “I was just having fun. I don’t know which one to choose. They’re all amazing.”
“Which one makes your pussy wet?” My words were blunt, but she needed to get her shit together.
“Um...” She looked back at the floor. “They all do—kinda.”
“Come with me.” I took her by the wrist and walked her back towards the group. “Guys, follow me.”
“Coach?” I saw Jerrod’s face turn to a surprised look of shock.
“Back room, team huddle—now!” I snapped at him with the same intensity I did on the field.
“Yes sir, Coach.” Jerrod put his drink down and when he followed, the other six immediately trailed behind the locker room leader.
I was about to propose something very strange, but it wasn’t the first time I had to resort to it. Mia was hardly the first girl to get the attention of several guys at once, but usually it wasn’t six of my best players. I had refereed backroom brawls and parking lot standoffs when pussy was on the line, but Mia was different. The guys weren’t fighting over her. They were all just trying to get in her panties. I wasn’t sure if it was the intense team building exercises we had done or if they were just playing nice, but I didn’t want the alcohol to turn good judgment into bloodshed if she chose one of them when the night was almost over. The more alcohol they downed, the bigger that risk got. When we were in the back room, I walked to the front of the crowd with Mia’s wrist still in my hand. I let her go and watched her look around the room. She was a deer caught in an awful lot of headlights and I wasn’t sure she could get out of the way of any of them unless I intervened.
“Team, I’ve been watching all of you tonight and I obviously haven’t been able to ignore the way you’re looking at this beautiful virgin.” He motioned to Mia.
“She’s gorgeous, coach.” Matt grinned and she seemed to blush.
“Obviously she wants the quarterback, not the guy that can’t catch him.” Jerrod teased Matt and got a sideways glare in response.
“Nobody catches me.” Roger licked his lips. “I know how to score.”
“If I get my hands on you, the only place you’re going is to the ground.” Chad growled at Roger, but smiled after the initial threat.
“If he misses, you won’t get past me.” Hank flexed and curled his bicep.
“Look my brother and I know how to treat a girl.” Joe nudged his brother, Matt. “Why settle for one Rollins when she can have two.”
“Well that is what I’m suggesting guys. Not just two Rollins, but all six of you.” I motioned to the team.
“What!?” Mia’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head and the crowd kind of grew quiet.
“Come on, coach.” Jerrod shook his head. “I don’t want sloppy seconds—or thirds.”
“I’ll share her with my brother but these guys?” Joe smirked. “Maybe if I
go first.”
“Quit being pansies.” I snorted angrily. “Look, all six of you are interested in this girl, right?”
“Yeah...” Jerrod nodded and there was a collective agreement.
“She’s a virgin, team. She doesn’t know what she wants. What she does like is all this attention you’re giving her, and frankly, I don’t blame any of you. If I was a few years younger, I’d be interested too—hell, I still am, but you guys are the heart and soul of the Texas Cowboys.” I looked around the room. “What I’m suggesting is that the six of you come back to my ranch and keep doing what you’re doing in a much calmer environment.”
“What do you mean?” Jerrod tilted his head. “Like, compete for her?”
“Not compete—not exactly.” I shook my head back and forth. “Share.”