He inclines his head. “Yep. There’s already a bucket of pucks on the bench. I’ll grab the cones and shit in a few minutes. Just want to finish this email.”
“Sounds good. I think we’re going to begin with a little skirmish to warm up. Let the boys have fun for a bit while we see how their skills fared from a few months off.”
“More houses need to come with ice rinks in the basements,” Reno says, nodding.
Chuckling, I turn from the room. To be fair, we’re in Canada. If he says that too loudly, it’s going to become a trend. After all, hockey is life up here. As I walk down the hall to my office, I heara familiar voice that makes my blood heat up. I refuse to stop, so I walk until I reach my office door then turn.
As soon as my eyes meet Dasan’s, I remember being on my knees two mornings ago, sucking his dick for quite some time. Notsuckbut… suck like… a pacifier. The rhythmic constant of doing so helped to soothe my panic and unease in a way nothing else ever has before. It made my mind all floaty and happy and my body hum.
A flush covers me. I feel it in my scalp all the way down to my toes as it moves through me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I took comfort in sucking a man’s dick like a baby-soothing device!
I’m not sure if he’s remembering the same thing I am, but he smirks then, I swear to fuck, that man winks. “Hey, Coach,” he greets on his way past me to the locker room.
Goddamn. Has his voice always been so sexy? His long hair shines in a way that makes him look almost ethereal. “Good morning,” I answer. Please tell me my voice is even.
His smile slides up as he passes, his eyes holding mine until he’s beyond me. I remind myself that Dasan has always been flirty. This isn’t a reflection of or hint at what happened between us recently. This is simply Dasan.
Taking a breath, I head into my office. Until I get myself under control, there will be no visits to the locker room where Dasan is changing. Seeing his fine ass naked? Catching a glimpse of his cock with its barbell while knowing what he can do with it, what it feels like? Yeah… far too much temptation, and I’m simply not that strong.
I drop into my chair and close my eyes for a minute. This is going to be a long fucking day.
CHAPTER 5
DASAN
There have beenmoments all week where I’ve wanted to show up at Coach Shively’s house and fuck him into oblivion for no other reason than I fucking miss the way he feels on my cock. I’d been mistaken when I thought it would be easy to carry on with our lives as if the night at the hotel had been simply a random hookup.
I can’t stop staring at him. Remembering.
More than that, I can feel the way he watches me when I’m looking literally anywhere else. It’s as if he’s avoiding eye contact so he won’t stare when I’m staring, which is probably good. We don’t need our weird behavior to give us away.
This weekend is going to be a bigger challenge than usual though. Coach is having us go on a few excursions as a team to facilitate team building and whatever. Excursions that don’t inherently have anything to do with hockey.
When I pull into the parking lot at the base of the Hunt Lake Trail, there are already several vehicles here, many of which I recognize. One being Coach Shively’s. I pull in beside him and park, then I glance at the trees.
I’ve never been camping. I’m not sure I’m going to enjoy sleeping on the ground. I also didn’t go all out at a campingsupply store. I went to a military surplus store instead and purchased the gear that they use to “camp.”
I chug the rest of my water in the car before getting out and heading for the trunk. Some of what I packed is definitely unnecessary, but I know I’ll be prepared for some things that my teammates might not be.
“Hey,” Willits greets as he joins me at my trunk. He’s already wearing his backpack full of gear. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” he comments.
I chuckle. “I’m not sure any of us are.” I glance toward the group of guys off to the side of the trailhead. “I have reservations about this. How many injuries do you think we’re going to walk away with?”
He laughs as I pull on my backpack and get it situated on my back. I don’t even want to know how heavy it is. I already feel tired.
“You have a water bladder?” Willits asks. He holds up the water hose when I look at him.
I nod and adjust so I can reach mine and get it situated for easy access. “Yes, though I have a feeling that with the extra weight, three liters isn’t going to be enough.”
“I think Coach said there was a water spigot halfway up where we can refill and another when we get to our camping spot.”
Yep, big reservations about this. I also brought like ten pairs of socks because I kept reading about the need to keep your feet dry or a lot of painful consequences can come of that. And yes, I have a full first-aid kit, too. As well as the few must-have things that Coach mentioned in an email, like a flashlight and whatever.
Curiously, he said that we didn’t need to worry about food because he had that taken care of. As I look at him while shutting my trunk, I definitely don’t see how he’s going to feed twenty-seven big hockey players, him, our assistant coach, and the two physical trainers with the contents of his single backpack.
It’s not long before the majority of our team is there while a few more trickle in. I see our coaches periodically doing a headcount as if we’re preschoolers and they’re making sure that they have the number of bodies they’re supposed to.
I glance at Felton. He’s a giant all the time, but he looks even more massive right now. Ren taps the hose to Felton’s water bladder and wordlessly commands Felton to take a sip, which he does. I smirk and look back at our team milling about.
