Maybe Coach is doing something fun!
Richardson
Brody boo! Where are you?
Everett
Coachhhhh?
Richardson
Must be pretty important if he doesn’t even tell us to shut up.
Hannah gapes at me,but she lets me pull her up.
“You’re not serious,” she says.
“Wish I had pictures of the blisters to prove it. Four classes. Four Sundays of my life twirling around. Four Sundays with other dads who had two left feet. Four Sundays of wondering how the hell I played professional hockey when I couldn’t cut a lap in figure skates.” I kiss her knuckles. “And four Sundays of learning the bunny hop.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? That’s not fair at all!”
“Oh, please. Like you never joined Grant on the ice,” I say, and her guilty smile tells me all I need to know.
“He might’ve taught me what a slap shot is,” she says, letting out a yelp when I throw her over my shoulder. I move to the penalty box and deposit her on the cold metal bench, laughing when she huffs at me under her breath. “What are you doing to me?”
“Sit in the sin bin and think about what you did. After I execute this bunny hop perfectly, I’m going to bind your wrists together with tape. I’m going to fuck you so hard, your ass is going to have bruises from my desk.”
“That’s not the threat you think it is.” Hannah sits back, looking me up and down. “Go on, Coach. Show me what the big boy can do.”
I should be embarrassed by how my body reacts to her. I should hate how hard I am, how badly I want her, but I don’t give a fuck. How can I when she’s grinning at me? When she’s pushing her tits together in an effort to distract me, and I cover my eyes so I don’t lose sight of the goal.
Now that I’ve put it into the universe, having her like that—completely at my mercy in the sacred spot of my office—is exactly what I want. Exactly what Ineed, and I stretch my neck. I bend my knees, testing my weight, and dare myself to look at her again.
“Are you watching?” I call out, and she stands. Leans over the boards and whistles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Let’s go, baby!” she yells, and I bite back a grin.
I don’t know shit about figure skating judging and scoring, but I know I deserve a perfect ten for how goddamn good my bunny hop is. Even Hannah thinks so, because she cheers. Bursts out laughing and reaches for me, throwing herself into my arms when I skate up to her.
“Pretty sure I dislocated something doing that.” I hold her, scooping up our clothes, the sticks, and the puck. I hustle down the hall, not caring about my blades touching the ground when I’m off the rubber mats. Fuck the damage. “Worth it.”
“You’re going with your office? I thought you were going to fuck me on the ice,” Hannah says, nails scratching my scalp. The whimper I let out is ripped from my chest. “And the boys would have no idea.”
“Thought about it, but I don’t want you to get too cold.” I blaze into my office and slam the door shut after us. I lock it and wedge a stick under the handle just in case. No interruptions, no unwanted visitors. “On the desk. With your skates on.”
“This is kinky. And exactly what I pictured when you sayedge workto me in our sessions.” She smiles when I shove a stack of papers out of the way. The pen jar goes flying. I toss my keyboard on the couch shoved against the wall and move my mouse to a drawer. “I like this unhinged, frantic side of you.”
“Feels like that’s how I always am around you.”
I set her on the wood, pulling her underwear down her legs, over her knees. I get the pair over her skates and shove them in the pocket of my hoodie, wanting to keep them for myself. When she’s naked, I shove her thighs open and look down at her.
“See something you like?” she whispers.
“You’re already so wet.” I run my knuckles over her slit, groaning when I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean. “Hold yourself open and tell me what part about tonight turned you on the most, Hannah.”
Her hands drop to her legs. She spreads her pussy open with her thumbs, and I blow out a shaky breath. I’m supposed to be in charge her, but seeing her pussy—pink, wet, fuckingreadyfor me—I worry I should have let her win.
“Watching you skate.” Her voice catches when I rub a circle over her clit with my thumb. “Your body. Your focus andconcentration.” A moan rattles out of her when I put a hand on her stomach and press two fingers inside her. “Everything about you turns me on, Brody.”
