Befuddled didn’t do what I felt justice.
Neither did blown all the way away.
I played the game of my life.
I stared down at my hands.
Three pucks rested in my palms.
I couldn’t believe it.
A hat trick.
My first ever.
“Mercer?”
I looked up at the sound of Sasha’s voice. My gaze met his, and the expression he wore was one I’d not seen before—pride, happiness, shock painted his face all at once.
“Yes, Coach.”
“Can I see you in my office, please?”
My brow furrowed as I nodded, “I’ll be right there.”
“Shower and change first.”
“Yes, sir.”
I stood, looking at the pucks again before tucking them away in my locker. I still couldn’t believe it. I shook away the fog of disbelief, then quickly stripped. I headed to the showers before drying my hair and getting into my suit.
I dropped my towel and shook out the dress pants. Prayers that my dick stayed soft played like a litany. The suit—one of Alex’s Christmas gifts for me, and I loved it—was solid black from head to toe with a slight sheen, but the buying experience topped the gift by leaps and bounds. The whole day lived rent-free in my spank bank. Getting dressed earlier had been difficult thanks to the wood I popped pulling on the pants.
Isaiah stepped up next to me to tuck his shirt into his pants. His eyes traveled from my feet to my crotch, pausing to watch me wiggle the snug dress pants on, before continuing to my eyes.
“Damn you look good in black.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
I hurried through pulling on the rest of my clothes, then slipping on my shoes, uncomfortable with the way he checked me out, even though it was a heady experience. The contradictory feelings only served to make me more uncomfortable. I didn’t want Alex to get the wrong idea if he caught on to what went on within the team. The hooking up the unattached queer players did was weird to me.
“I’ll… uh… I’ll see you guys later,” I said to him, walking out of the locker room and knocking on Sasha’s door when I got to his office.
“Enter.”
I’d not been in the room since the night I confronted Alex and my dick liked that memory very much. I took a few deep breaths and opened the door.
FORTY-ONE
AIDEN
“Aiden, c’mon in.”
I nodded, shutting the door. Sasha and Will stood behind Sasha’s desk. But it was the men filling the room between the desk and the door that gave me pause. The guy who sat facing Sasha’s desk with his back to me stood, turning to me.
“You’re Gavin Samuelson.”
Smiling and nodding, he said, “And you’re Aiden Mercer. Congrats on the hatty.”
