“Everything good in here? Princess thought you might be killing Koen. It’s a very uncomfortable conversation to explain fucking to a four month old puppy,” Skylar grumbles.
I can’t help my startled laughter as I shake my head.
“I definitely think we need the practice before we have a kid then,” I tease him. “We’re fine. I think I fucked Koen into a coma.”
“Hopefully the Coach doesn’t complain when he’s sluggish,” Skylar says with a smirk. “No wonder he’s asleep. You’re pampering the fuck out of him.”
“Oops?” I ask, unrepentant.
“Ugh. I sent him up with you so you’d have sex but not make him pass out,” Skylar says. “My plan backfired.”
“The bestlaidones sometimes do,” I reply.
“Don’t be so smug,” he mutters. “I’m getting in with you now that there’s no chance this will turn into a shower orgy. We’ll save water and get to practice on time.”
Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself, Daddy. He just wants to see how pretty my knot looks as I stretch Koen’s ass. He’s not fooling anyone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KOEN
My mind feels clear as I walk into our building for practice with Princess Sunny on her leash. She attacked a pile of snow as we walked through the parking lot, and looked smug as she shook herself off before coming back to me. I tightened the leash after that because our puppy is both hysterical and as much of a brat as Rhodes.
“She’s just like you!” I called over my shoulder as Rhodes jogged back to the Jeep to grab a towel from the back to dry her off once we were inside.
Our puppy is dry after Rhodes carefully toweled her off, and I’m still amused.
“Stay close,” I murmur to the puppy. She can’t stop looking around as she presses closer to me, and I have to watch where I place my feet so I won’t step on her.
The sound of heels has me fixing the leash so Princess will walk beside me instead of underfoot.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” Edna says, her arms crossing over her chest as she looks over us. “You all look well and as if you’re about to move your dog into work.”
“Pretty much,” I admit, heat reddening my cheeks.
“I’m watching practice while I get work done, so let’s figure out what’s going in my office and what is following us out to the rink,” she decides.
“Is everything okay on your side after yesterday?” Rhodes asks as we follow her.
“The owner isn’t very happy about the photo. Sexuality isn’t the reason why he’s upset with it, he’s pissed it happened on my watch,” she says. “I’m on thin ice, but I’ll turn it around.”
“That’s not fair,” I reply, aware I was angry as well yesterday. “You don’t have x-ray vision. Those bins aren’t very large either. I’m not sure how big the photographer is, but it would have been a tight squeeze.”
“He’s a lanky twink. It wouldn’t have been hard for him,” Rhodes grunts. “Is his photo with the guards now?”
“Yes,” Edna says, unlocking her office to allow us entrance. “I think the children’s skate class will be fun, I just need a few more people to help. I’ll rope some of our players in when they come to practice.”
I swear, this woman is always scheming and working.
Rhodes places the dog’s toys in there, but keeps a rope toy for Princess to wrestle with if she gets restless. Edna closes up the office again, and we walk to the rink, grinning as Princess barks at the cold air.
“What if I take you onto the ice while your dads get dressed?” Edna asks, glancing at us to make sure it’s okay. “She won’t get far the first time.”
“Do you do this often?” I tease her, watching as she pulls off her heels and opens her huge hand bag to put on a pair of shoes. “You’re like the puppy whisperer.”
“Only once or twice,” she grins. “No one is on the ice, and the Zamboni already smoothed over everything. Coach is around too if I need help. He can pull on a pair of skates and get her if she surprises me and gets too far. She’ll have fun.”
“It’s okay with me,” I say, picking Princess up for kisses before I take the leash off.
