Page 113 of No Pucks

“You know, afterthatlesson, I’m never going to forget that material.”

“Is it burned into your brain forever?”

“Especially after that finish.” His lips are swollen, his smile huge. I could get used to this.

“Why are you so fucking gorgeous?” I pull him back into my lap.

“Because you love how I look with your cum and marks on my lips?” he says smugly.

“I love every single mark I put on you. But you’re always gorgeous.”

“How is college suddenly fun?” he groans, still catching his breath.

Cox Sr. waiteduntil we were seated on the plane on our way to our first tournament game. That’s when I got notice of the board calling an emergency session.

“You guys go. I’ll meet you there.” I meet Logan’s eyes, and I can tell he knows what’s up.

“Where are you going?” Wolfe stands, stepping into the aisle.

“To see the board,” I say, deciding I probably won’t be at the game later and not wanting them to be off because of it.

“Oh, fuck no.” Wolfe gestures for the team to get up. “We’re going with you.”

“No.” I hold up my hands. “You all need to go. We aren’t fucking up the routine going into a game of this magnitude.”

“You think going into a game like this without a coach is better?”

“You know what to do, and your other coaches there?—”

Archangel cuts me off. “Fuck to the no. We need you, Coach, and this is why we were briefed. Get up, guys. We are all going with you. Get up, motherfuckers.”

Everyone gets out of their seats.

“The plane is going to leave without us,” I say, realizing no one is listening to me.

“If they won’t delay it for us, I’ll call my mother.” Logan picks up his duffle.

“What is your mother going to do? Call the airline’s charter department?” It doesn’t surprise me. She probably knows the CEO.

“No, I’ll have her let us use one of the Dragons’ planes.”

“My bad. Why didn’t I think of that? Right, because my family has never had a plane at their disposal.”

Logan shrugs. “I can’t help my nepo baby privilege.”

We load back onto the bus and sit in silence on the way to the meeting. The traffic means the drive takes longer than it should, even for the city. Queens is such a fucking hell hole to get back from during rush hour on a Friday, but we finally make it.

The team files out and into the admin building, and we catch a lot of looks taking elevator after elevator up to the boardroom.

“What is the meaning of this?” Gary storms out, finding most of us congregated at the elevator.

“Field trip.” Wolfe shoves to the front.

“You should all be on your way to your game.”

“Without our coach?” Archangel makes the disdain clear in his deep voice.

“I requested only you, Anthony.”

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