Unfortunately, our women’s hockey team didn’t reach the playoffs this year, and Ellie’s season is now over. She’s been attending almost all of Natalia’s practices, skating with her in their free time too. Ellie has been Nat’s fiercest supporter since they met, after Nat’s grandmother died their first year of college. Nat was raised by her grandmother, the only family she’d ever known, and Ellie fell into that role of support effortlessly.
I’m envious of their ability to portray their relationship publicly, but I’d never ask them to stop. I just wish I could be part of it too—outwardly, not behind closed doors.
The backlash wouldn’t be worth it, though. I’d lose my job, Ellie’s mother would lose her mind. Plus, society is generally unaccepting of relationships like ours, and though I’d brave that for them without question, it’s not something we can even consider until they’ve both graduated.
“Hud? You ready to get started, man?”
My attention is pulled from the girls and back to Garrett, who's watching me curiously. My players have taken over the ice now that Natalia is finished.
“Yep. Ready.” I clap my hands and rub them together.
“That’s Candace’s daughter, isn’t it?” He nods toward Ellie. “The one who lives with you?”
“Yeah.” I swallow awkwardly, hoping I wasn’t too obvious.
“You didn’t tell me she was such a stunner.” He smirks. “Her girlfriend is too.”
“Fuck off, Anders,” I mutter, shoving him out onto the rink.
He only laughs in response.
***
“Do you want to hit a bar or something after this?” Garrett asks as we leave the locker room following practice and head down the back hallway to my office. It’s secluded behind a steel door that I typically keep locked outside designated office hours. Through it is another small waiting room with a couple of chairs, and then a double set of glass doors sit in front of my actual workspace.
During open hours, it allows me to see who’s waiting for me while also keeping a privacy barrier between them and the person sitting in front of me. The ability to lock the steel door offers me privacy when I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with anyone—which is fairly often.
“I can’t. It’s my turn to make dinner tonight, and I don’t want to leave Ellie hanging. Plus, she’s been struggling since the women’s team season ended. I don’t think she wants to be alone.”
All of that is true. It’s my turn to make dinner—well, I pretty much always make dinner. Ellie will be at home waiting for me, and so will Nat, likely in the shower or splayed out naked on my bed. They like to fuck before they eat, but I’m not complaining. And the last part is true too—Ellie has been struggling lately. She’s passionate about hockey, and it’s tough to see her season end when she doesn’t feel she was given the chance to showcase her full potential.
She’s an exceptional player on a mediocre team, but I’ve been running drills with her on my days off, and I’m hopeful we’ll be able to secure her a chance to try out for the National Team.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, and know I won’t ever judge, but…are fucking your step-daughter?” Garrett asks, quirking a brow. The expression I shoot back must feel threatening, because he immediately throws his hands up. “I’m just saying…you seem more invested in her than I’d expect, and you twodolive together, so…”
“That’s ridiculous, Anders,” I scoff, feigning shock.I need to get better at hiding my emotions. “Plus, you saw. She has a girlfriend.”
He shrugs. “Thought maybe you were fucking both of them.”
I only grunt in response as we reach my office door and I slip the key into the lock.
Garrett slaps my back, laughing. “I should’ve known, though. You don’t have it in you to snag one college chick, let alone two. Especially not ones who look like?—”
His words die as I push the door open, and I’m watching his face morph into shock—wide eyes, dropped jaw, a pink tint accenting his pale cheeks.
I follow his gaze and gasp as I take in what he’s seeing.
Natalia, atop my desk, completely naked. Her legs are spread wide, pinned by Ellie’s delicate hands on her thighs, sparkly pink polish glinting in the fluorescent light. Nat’s head is thrown back, her chest arched forward, dark nipples peaked and on display. I can’t hear her, but her lips part in a lustfulOas she grips the back of Ellie’s head and grinds her hips against it.
Ellie’s also nearly naked, wearing only silky red panties—one of my favorite pairs. Her lush ass sticks out where she sits on her knees, auburn hair flowing down her bare back, face between Natalia’s legs, lapping at her soaking pussy like her life depends on it.
This isn’t the first time I’ve walked in on them fucking in my office. We’ve all made phenomenal use of my desk—the chair too. Though, I thought they’d be smarter than to pull somethinglike this when they know I have an assistant coach with me. Unless it was intentional, because they do know Garrett is one of my closest friends and likely a trusted confidant. Still, this was entirely too fucking risky.
“Holy fuck,” he says breathlessly.
Natalia’s eyes flutter open just enough to lock with mine. Her gaze darts to Garrett before coming back to me, and the smile she offers tells me exactly how intentional this was.
“You need to go,” I say, nudging Garrett toward the door.
