Page 14 of No Pucks

When practice ends, I linger in the locker room until all the guys leave. It’s better to break the ice now.

Because I have no fucks left to give.

FIVE

ANTHONY

Aknock sounds on my office door, and I call out, “Come in.”

“Coach,” a familiar voice says, but I can’t place it.

I turn around, and like some sick joke, I find Logan standing before me.

No fucking way.

If he didn’t have his jersey on, I might be able to lie to myself for a few more minutes that he merely goes to school here and isn’t on my team, but I know better.

Son of a bitch.

Out of millions of fucking people in this city, I had to hook up with one of the guys on my team. What are the fucking odds?

What the fuck do I even say to him? Don’t talk about us fucking, that’s for sure.

“Logan…” His name clicks in my brain as I say it aloud. Logan Cox, the son of the man who ruined my career. I took the job knowing he was joining the team, that he’d be a problem, but I never could have imagined he was alsothisLogan.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

How did I not see it when we hooked up? He has to look like his mother, because he doesn’t look anything like his father.

I’m just getting to a place where I’m not carrying around the anger for that fucking man, and his fucking son is standing before me.

Cox. I have to think of him that way. I can no longer think of him as Logan, the guy who rocked my world that night. It’s bad enough I’m stuck with the knowledge that he’s a student of mine now.

Suddenly, something clicks, and the mental math, well, math. I slap my chest, horrified. “Aren’t you a freshman this year…? Were you even eighteen? You were still in high school… How were you drinking?!” Horror fills my veins.

Hadn’t I asked? Yes I did. He’d said he was old enough to be drinking in a bar. Fuck.

“Of course I was eighteen. I wouldn’t do that to you or anyone else.” Cox scoffs like he’s offended I’d even ask. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

I calm a little. But only a little.

“I’m sure your dad would see it otherwise.” I put a hand over my eyes, rubbing my brow.

“Fuck my father,” he sneers.

I’ve hit a nerve. My brow ticks up. “I’d prefer not to fuck your father. He’s not my type, and I don’t believe your mother would approve.”

Cox’s lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “I’d much rather you fuck me.”

I blanch. “I’m your coach. We cannot ever do that again.” I won’t invite his father back into my life and hand him another way to ruin it on a silver platter.

“And? I don’t imagine you’re the type to give special treatment.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m the type or not. I’ll be fired. I hold a position of authority over—” I cut myself off as his eyes light with knowing over my words.

“I’d like you to hold a position of authority over me again…” Cox’s lips finally break into a smile. “In bed,” he adds, in case there was any doubt. Damn it, he’s everything he was when we met and still as attractive. Buteighteen. What is wrong with me?

I put a horrified hand over my mouth. “Please don’t, and I’d appreciate you not spreading rumors to your teammates and putting my job at risk.”

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