“What if he’s already in a relationship?” I ask her. “Would that affect this?”
“I know everything there is to know about these players,” she says. “That’s not possible.”
Sure.I definitely got more than an eyeful of Santo deep throating Levon. I’ve seen a lot of things during my time as their coach, but this shit still manages to surprise me. Damn horny players.
“Well, he is,” I shrug. “Case closed, Marilyn.”
“Who?” she asks. “I want to know.”
“That’s private information that isn’t going to concern Levon’s public image,” I reply. “Go work on someone else.”
“Is this person an omega?” she asks. Fuck. At the shake of my head, she grins. “Ha! Well, the girl I chose isn’t a good fit for Levon anyway. He needs someone with some fire. I’ll report back when I find her or him.”
Marilyn winks at me as if we share a secret. This woman makes me fucking insane.
“Unless you’re joining me in the locker room, I suggest I leave you here,” I say, pushing my way inside. “Levon!”
“Yes, Coach?” he yells, standing. They’re all ready for tonight, and I feel the same thrill I always do just before a big game.
“Marilyn is still on my ass about you. I hope you’re ready to take your punishment from her.”
He makes a face at me, and I grin. If he’s going to drag me into this, then I’m going to make him regret it. He can keep Santo, but there are more games than just hockey to play. The owner and Marilyn own his ass, and he has to dance to their tune as well.
“Are we ready?” I ask them.
The roar that sounds throughout the locker room makes me nod. Fuck yeah we are.
SANTO
I can’t look the Scented Scorpions’ coach in the face right now. I can’t help how I feel, and I’m inexplicably drawn to Levon. I spent a lot of time helping him with his injury, massaging the area, and his comments made me laugh.
I’ve always been drawn to men, but I’ve never blurred the line between professional and personal responsibility quite like this.
“So did he take you out on that date yet, Doc?” Coach asks, walking past me in the hallway after the game.
I almost walk into the fucking wall at his words, and the asshole simply smirks as he glances over his shoulder.
“I asked you a question, are you going to answer?”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s any of your business. Respectfully, sir,” I reply.
“You may be able to say that to Marilyn, but everything from how many times Levon has shit this week to where he sticks his dick is my business,” Coach laughs. “Walk with me.”
That’s not a suggestion. Growling under my breath, I fall into step with him. They just finished a great fucking game, and I need to check on people. Old injuries tend to crop up when your bloodstream is spiked with adrenaline.
I may be fucking a player, but I’m damn good at what I do.
Coach Miles continues to talk, knowing that I’m going to follow him until he’s done with the conversation. There’s not much else that I can do. Some people might think the owner of this team is the boss, but the coach is the one everyone pushes for.
Even when they’re exhausted and don’t think they have any more to give.
“Here’s the deal. I told Marilyn that Levon was in a relationship with someone,” he says.
“We haven’t had that conversation yet,” I murmur. Sure, I went over to his condo and did really filthy, hot things, but words weren’t really a thing we’ve done over the last week.
I bet his ass is sore though.
“Regardless, Levon refused that date Marilyn set up,” Coach says. “My ass is now in a sling over this.”
