THE COACHING HOURS
by Sara Ney
THERE ARE NO DOUCHEBAGS IN THIS STORY.
Well, there are, but they’re not who this story is about.
This story is about me—the coach’s daughter.
When I moved to Iowa to live with my dad, the university’s take-no-prisoners wrestling coach, I thought transferring would be easy as pie—living with my father would be temporary, and he’d make sure his douchebag wrestlers left me alone.
Wrong on both counts.
ASSHOLES ALWAYS COME OUT OF THE WOODWORK WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH.
A bet is placed, and I’m on the table. After one humiliating night and too much alcohol, I find the last nice guy on campus. And when he offers to rent me his spare bedroom, I go all in. It’s time for the nice guy to finish first.
Midnight chats and spilling my problems turn to lingering touches. Lingering touches turn to more.
And the ultimate good guy has the potential do more damage than any douchebags ever could.
She perks up. “Wait, you’ve never had a back massage?”
“Well, what the hell? How can I, in good conscience, lie here letting you rub my back when you’ve never had anyone rub yours?” She scoots over, pointing to the mattress. “Lie on your stomach, I’ll do you first.”
I wave my hands in front of me in protest. The last thing I need is her warm hands roaming my body. “No, no, you don’t have to. It’s not a big deal.”
“Are you crazy? Back massages are the best—like, better than an orgasm. You’re first, so lie down.”
“And you call me the bossy one?”
“Quit stalling and get on the bed.”
Obediently, I climb to the middle of my bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, legs hanging off the side. Next to me, the mattress dips, Anabelle on her knees, approaching my side.
A finger glides down my spine. “It will be easier for me to do this if I’m sitting on you. Hope that’s okay.”
“Is that the approved method?”
“No, but my arms will get tired if I have to lean over you the whole time.”
“Do whatever then, I don’t care.”
I stiffen when Anabelle swings one leg over my body, straddling my ass. Warm palms at my lower back.
“You’re so tense. Try to relax,” she coos, making it worse. “Tilt your head to the side, that’s it.”
I hear the lotion bottle snap open. Click closed. My roommate’s palms rubbing together, warming it up. “Sorry, I don’t have any actual massage oil. This will have to do.”
When her hands make contact with my back, I almost groan it feels so fucking good. Warm. Smooth. Pressure in all the right places, pushing gently into my muscles.
Slower still, caressing along my shoulders, thumbs and fingers working together to soothe the burning on my right side.
“Doesn’t this feel great?” Her soft voice cuts into the silence. “You’re loosening up. That’s good.”
I feel her leaning as her hands move up and down my spine until they stop, hovering at the base of my neck. Thumbs stroking the skin below my hairline, back and forth.
Her torso dips, hands maneuvering my arms, placing them at my sides. Palms slide up and down my biceps.
For several minutes, she rubs my arms and shoulders. Then she skims down my ribcage unhurriedly, in no rush, making little humming sounds inside her throat.
I know I’m not imagining the feather-light way her hands drift down my spine. I remain still, letting her touch me, basking in it.
Remain still when her lips kiss the tender spot of my shoulder where it meets my neck, nose nuzzling behind my ear, her breasts rubbing against my back and what the fuck was that all about? What does she think she’s doing, trying to drive me insane?
Sara Ney is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the How to Date a Douchebag series, and is best known for her sexy, laugh-out-loud New Adult romances. Among her favorite vices, she includes: iced latte’s, historical architecture and well-placed sarcasm. She lives colorfully, collects vintage books, art, loves flea markets, and fancies herself British.
She lives with her husband, children, and her ridiculously large dog.
The Coaching Hours
by Sara Ney
Anabelle needs to move out. Living with her overbearing dad, coach of the wrestling team, is driving her bonkers. Suhweet that her new friend Elliott has a room free. And when daddy dearest asks Elliott undergoes a sex transformation and becomes Ellie.
Elliott has been Anabelle’s knight in shining armor on several occasions, he has her back, they get along extremely well. But late night television sessions lead to accidental touches…until they aren’t accidental any longer. But what does a gilr do when she falls in love with her roommate who is only going to stay until the end of the term?
Anabelle is a lovable heroine, she is pretty drama-free, extremely forgiving and sweet as candy. I understood why she fell head over heels in love with Elliott, he is a good guy with his heart in the right place. I loved their connection and friendship.
Elliott has a plan. One he isn’t willing to give up for anything. He is determined to go to one of the best grad schools in his fields of study. I admire determination but there comes a point when you have to readjust your goals when unforeseen events happen in your life.
“Where do you want to end up?”“I don’t know. I’m from Iowa, but I’d rather not stay in the area. There’s nothing for me here.”A hard lump forms in my throat. “I see.”“Do you?”
I loved Elliott for a good part of the book, he was lovely with Anabelle and a wonderful friend but at some point the decisions he made had me disconnect from him. That we only got to see Anabelle’s point of view from that moment on until the end didn’t help either to help me understand his thought process.
I understand that Rex Gunderson is a troublemaker and while he was a douchecanoe in the beginning he really grew on me. Of course the first douchebags Zeke and Oz made a cameo appearance.
This is my first full length novel by Sara Ney. I love her sense of humor, there were parts I laughed out loud. Overall this was an adorable and lovely college romance, very entertaining and in parts hilarious. I am looking forward to reading more Zeke’s and Oz’s story.
”Even surrounded by people, I was alone because I wasn’t with you.”