Page 19 of No Pucks

“No idea. But he is, and can you imagine what Cox Sr. will do if he finds out I fucked his son?”

“What can he do?” She keeps laughing.

“His wife’s father owns the Dragons. They are hockey royalty. You don’t think he could get me fired?”

“Jesus. That is a bit much. But why would the Gods’ care what an ex-professional hockey player thinks of their coach?” She thinks I’m being dense.

“Because a coach fucking a student is a big no-no,” I spell out for her.

“But he wasn’t a student when you fucked him,” she argues.

“Right, because fucking a guy before he’s in college is better, even if he was eighteen.”

She makes a face. “Does he look young?”

“He looks like any other guy between twenty-one and twenty-five. He was in a bar drinking, so I assumed… My head wasn’t in a good place, and it was nice to not think about Shelby and the divorce.” I keep rambling, trying not to be a complete ass. “I know that’s not an excuse. It’s just where I was at. I didn’t think I needed to ID everyone before I fucked them, but now I will.” I cringe. “Who is in a bar drinking at eighteen fucking years old?”

“It’s pretty common here with rich kids, and he sounds pretty rich.”

I look at the ceiling. “How would I know that?”

“You went to school here. You know how it is.”

“Twenty some fucking years ago, and I wasn’t in bars.” I’d been too focused on hockey. “He shouldn’t be out either. He needs to focus.”

“I bet no one in his life has ever made him focus. He’s obviously talented, and look at who his parents are.” She has a point.

“College hockey is different. The Myth League is different. If he wants to be drafted, he needs to focus.”

“You don’t have to tell me, but will he listen to you after…?” She drops her gaze down my body.

I shift in my seat and feel my cheeks heat. “He has to.”

She laughs but holds up her hands. “Hard to take direction from someone who’s had you naked is all I’m saying.”

“He wasn’t the one in charge then,” I snap, scowling at her.

“Calm down, grumpy. I’m just playing devil’s advocate.” Her brows rose to nearly her hairline when what I said clicks. “It’s like that, is it?”

I cough avoiding eye contact. “Are you surprised?”

“A little… You’re so…grumpy.”

“Wouldn’t that prove my point even more?”

She tilts her hand side to side. “It might be good for you to get fucked hard. Could fix your mood.”

“My mood doesn’t need fixing.”

“Just because the mood is twenty years deep doesn’t mean it doesn’t need fixing.”

I glare.

“So you fucked him and it was…?”

“Kind of?” I make a face, and it gives me away. I could kick myself.

She’s instantly curious. “Kind of what?”

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