Page 115 of The Penalty

He glares but keeps going. “You want to be able to say you’ve blocked the biggest scorers, right?”

I nod. The tears in my eyes recede a bit.

“Right. To be the best, you have to beat the best. So, be the best.” He squeezes my shoulder again. “Lancelot isn’t playing tomorrow. You are. I have all the confidence in the world that you aren’t a traitor. Not to this team, and not to Godfrey.”

“You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Thanks Coach.” I scrub my hands down my face then look at him again. “Can I have a hug?”

He snorts and pulls me into a hug, a very dad-like hug. “Damn goalies,” he says, but sounds amused this time. He ruffles the back of my hair before he lets me go. “No more talk of being a traitor, you hear me?”

“Yes, Coach.”

“It might also be a good idea to talk to Godfrey about this. Clear the air so you both go into that game with a clear mind and a clear conscious. Especially if you think you love him.”

The blood drains from my face.

Oh shit. I did say that didn’t I?

I nod in agreement and leave his office. My thumb hovers over his contact. I want to see his face. Hear his voice. Smell his skin.

My cock starts thickening as I head into the locker room for my stuff. I have a few more rows on the hat I’m crocheting, so I have to finish that tonight. This one is bright orange so I’m going to give it to Osha since he’s a safety hazard.

Walking past one of the full-length mirrors, I catch my sexy ass in the reflection and get an idea. At my cubby, I find a jock and strip down until that’s all I’m wearing then position myself in front of the mirror to get a good angle on my ass. The pouch on the front doesn’t hold my halfy very well and rubs against me, making me harder as I move.

Damn. Hockey really does give us the best asses.

I snap a picture to send to Rhys but am interrupted before I can send it.

“Jesus Christ!”

I turn to find Lancelot, looking at my dick with horror and Osha nodding in approval.

Lancelot’s voice is so small I almost don’t hear it when he says, “Please tell me you bottom.”

Osha laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m hoping he tops.”

Slowly, Lancelot turns his head to look at Osha. “How would that thing not cause permanent damage?”

Permanent damage?

I look down at my cock, confused at what he’s seeing. It looks normal to me.

Osha puts his arm around Lancelot’s shoulders and pulls him into a side hug. “Don’t worry, young one, you’ll learn all about foreplay and prep.” Osha looks at me. “You sure you and your boy aren’t into sharing?”

I growl at him, lifting my lip. “No!”

“All right, all right.” Osha holds his hands up in surrender. “Can’t blame a size queen for asking.”

“You’re a size queen too? Lemme see!” I turn to face him fully now.

“See what?” Osha looks at Lancelot, then back at me. “Like pictures?”

I roll my eyes because clearly he doesn’t know what it means. “No, your dick.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What does my cock have to do with anything?” Osha crosses his arms and gives me a look I can’t decipher.

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