It’s inspiring watching them doing well. I might’ve joined them in the middle of their season, but no one’s prouder of these guys than me. I love working on their individual strategies to figure out how they can improve their coordination as a team.
Our overall ranking in the Hockey East conference is fantastic. This is one of our last regular season games and we already know we’re heading for playoffs with our seed position from Heston U winning the national championship last year.
Early in the final period we’re up by two from the goals Keller scores. I’m distracted from the action because Eve keeps sending flirty messages.
CraftyCutie:Making coaching look sexy in that suit. The view of your ass from here is [fire emoji]
MightyPuck:Are you watching me or the game?
CraftyCutie:Both. Pretending it’s you out there, hot stuff. Two goals in a row. Will we get a hat trick tonight? I forgot to bring a hat. I guess I could throw my bra on the ice.
MightyPuck:Don’t you dare. No one gets to see that but me.
CraftyCutie:Want me to go take a picture? The lighting in the bathrooms here suck, but maybe I can sneak into the coaching offices.
MightyPuck:You’re being bad, baby. Are you going to shut up and take it like a good girl for me later?
CraftyCutie:If you make me. We both know how good you are at handling a big stick.
MightyPuck:I’m thinking you need that mouth stuffed while I fuck your pussy hard. Your toys better be charged because we’re going all night.
CraftyCutie:Ohh, fuck, I want that. Keep talking and I might have to sneak away to get started without you. You’re making me wet.
I slide my gaze to her section. She’s seated with her mom and Jess a few rows behind our bench. Her Heston U Knights shirt isn’t one I recognize from the regular merch sold to fans. She must’ve made it herself.
She looks damn good in those stands. I almost imagine she’s here for me, as if I’m out on that ice with my girl watching. It gets me fired up.
The wink she flashes me sends a sizzling crackle of heat down my spine.
“Cole.”
David’s clipped tone makes me freeze. He’s right at my shoulder. Shit—did he see my screen? I hope fucking not. I shove my phone in my pocket.
“Yes, sir?” It’s a miracle my voice is even.
“Give me that.” He motions to the iPad tucked under my arm.
Jesus. Nothing like looking your boss in the eye moments after talking dirty to his daughter to give a man a heart attack.
My pulse returns to normal and I unclench everything including my asshole. I hand it over. He was still using a whiteboard and printouts until I put this together with everything we need for easy reference during games like stats, clips from game tape, and adapting our strategy on the fly.
While he’s reviewing it, I glance at Eve. She waves without a trace of remorse.
We’ve safely avoided getting caught for now.
She doesn’t send any messages for the rest of the game. At one point she disappears from her seat for a while. I keep checking my phone on the down low, expecting to get a sexy little surprise that will drive me crazy.
MightyPuck:Are you getting into trouble?
CraftyCutie:Long bathroom line. Making new BFFs though. They liked my shirt. I told them about my online shop and sold them on my motivational and mental health stickers.
My lips twitch. I’m not surprised she’s easily making friends. Her warm, bubbly personality could draw anyone in within moments. She’s the shining light in every room she enters.
The entire arena goes insane when Alex Keller’s wrister sinks into the net for a hat trick that secures our win with minutes to spare on the clock. Hats rain down on the ice.
I have no doubt his name will be on this year’s NHL prospects list when it releases soon. It’s not easy for college players to make it all the way to the pros, but he’s got what it takes.
After the game, we have a meeting in the locker room to review it before we let the team loose for the night. Everyone’s in high spirits.
