Shameless

Shameless Jennifer Sucevic Shameless Copyright© 2023 by Jennifer Sucevic All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, palaces, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover Design by Mary Ruth Baloy at MR Creations Evelyn Summers at Pinpoint Editing Home | Jennifer Sucevic or www.jennifersucevic.com Jennifer Sucevic Newsletter (subscribepage.com) Contents Also by Jennifer Sucevic 1. Mason 2. Poppy 3. Mason 4. Poppy 5. Mason 6. Poppy 7. Mason 8. Poppy 9. Mason 10. Poppy 11. Mason 12. Poppy 13. Mason 14. Poppy 15. Mason 16. Poppy 17. Mason 18. Poppy 19. Poppy 20. Mason 21. Poppy 22. Mason 23. Poppy Epilogue Heartless Campus Player About the Author Also by Jennifer Sucevic Campus Flirt Campus God Campus Heartthrob Campus Hottie Campus Legend Campus Player Claiming What’s Mine Confessions of a Heartbreaker Crazy for You (80s short story) Don’t Leave Friend Zoned Hate to Love You If You Were Mine Just Friends King of Campus King of Hawthorne Prep Love to Hate You One Night Stand Prince of Hawthorne Prep Princess of Hawthorne Prep Protecting What’s Mine Queen of Hawthorne Prep Stay The Boy Next Door The Breakup Plan The Football Hotties Collection The Girl Next Door The Hockey Hotties Collection Mason I rap my knuckles against Derek Andrews’ office door before poking my head inside the cramped space. “Hey, Coach. You got a minute?” A bright smile flashes across his sun-weathered face as he pauses the game film he’s watching and waves me in. “You don’t need to knock, Mason. You work here now. Walk in any damn time you want.” The corners of my lips tug upward as I settle on the worn chair parked across from his desk. “That’s gonna take a little time to get used to.” As I glance around the office, my gaze slides over all the team photos that line the wall since he’s been head coach for the Claremont Cougars. That’s fifteen years. This is the man who recruited me when I was a junior in high school. I spent my freshman and sophomore years in college as his starting quarterback before my parents died in a boating accident. That day changed the course of my entire life. Instead of starting my junior year, I was forced to drop out and work full time as a mechanic to pay the bills and make sure my younger brother was taken care of. Fast forward seven years and now I’m sitting in his office as an assistant coach. I have memories of him ripping me a new one when I’d fuck up on the field that are as fresh in my mind as the day they happened. So, yeah…it’s going to take time to get used to my new role as offensive coordinator for the Claremont Cougars. I’m thrilled about the opportunity but nervous just the same. “Better wrap your head around it. We’ve got our first game in two weeks against Alabama. It’s going to be a tough one. No two ways about it. What do you think about Levi? The kid has a solid arm. With the proper coaching, there’s no doubt he’ll continue to improve.” He points a finger at me. “That’s where you come in.” “He’s talented,” I agree. “From what I’ve seen, he needs to exert more control so he can send the ball to Ericson with consistency.” The older man nods. “Yup, that’s exactly what I was thinking. You two will work well together.” When we lapse into silence, I shift and clear my throat. “I wanted to thank you again for giving me a chance to prove myself. I appreciate it.” His lips quirk as warmth fills his deep blue eyes. “I need a coach with your experience, and it’s a great opportunity to finish up your degree. Especially with the break in tuition. As far as I’m concerned, it’s a win-win situation.” My hand rises to the back of my neck to massage the area as I shake my head. “I’ve registered for a couple of classes,” I admit reluctantly. “It’s going to be weird going back after all this time. I feel so damn old around these kids.” He snorts. “What are you? Like, twenty-six?” “Twenty-seven,” I correct. “And now I’m a junior in college. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever go back.” After Mom and Dad died, it was the last thing on my mind. I was too damn busy taking care of my younger brother, Hunter. “As long as you’re employed by the university, tuition will be dirt cheap. There’s no reason for you not to finish up your degree. It’ll be just another tool in your toolbox. Certainly won’t hurt you in the long run.” I jerk my shoulders. Deep down, I know the older man is right. I need to take advantage of this opportunity. Especially when it’ll cost me next to nothing. Since I’m now a full-time coach, I’ll be spending most of my day on campus and my classes are a five-minute walk from the athletic center. It couldn’t be more convenient. And yet, knowing all this, I’m still riddled with second thoughts. More like third and fourth thoughts. Within minutes of registering for classes, I’d stared at my schedule for the fall semester and wanted to cancel all three. I know it doesn’t make the least bit of sense, but I no longer feel like I fit in here. Not as a student. It’s almost hard to remember a time when I walked around the gently rolling hills of this campus like I owned the place. That’s no longer the