Page 96 of One Good Puck
“Thanks, Coach.”
The guys manage to hold off Minneapolis for the rest of the game. We head to the locker room, and I address the guys, congratulating them on the win.
“St. George and Williams, you’re up for post-game press,” I tell them.
After the guys get cleaned up, they head to the media room. I trail behind them.
“You’re up tonight too, Coach?” Xander asks.
“Yeah.” I sigh.
“Aww come on. You love post-game press,” Xander jokes.
“About as much as a punch to the face,” I deadpan. He laughs.
When we make it into the room, I stand off to the side as the reporters ask Xander and Ryker questions.
I check my phone and see a text from Abby.
Hey! Congrats on the win tonight :)
Excitement swoops through me just seeing her name on my screen. It’s been a couple of days since that insanely hot night I spent with her, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Or fantasizing about her.
I’ve jerked off a total of five times to the memory of that night and the morning after.
It was the single hottest twelve hours of my life, and I can’t stop thinking about every filthy thing we did. I can’t stop thinking about her.
I think back to what I said to her after we fucked that morning.
I know this was a one-time thing. But if you change your mind and wanna make it happen again, Abby, you know where to find me.
She hasn’t taken me up on that, and that’s okay. I meant it when I told her that I was cool with staying friends and nothing more. And it’s been surprisingly easy to slide back into friends mode. We’re back to chatting and joking around and texting each other like normal. It’s been nice, honestly, to know that we both haven’t let things get weird.
But if she ever wanted a repeat of that night, I’d jump at the chance.
I type a reply.
Me: Thanks. Did you watch the highlights?
Abby: Nope. Emma and I watched the whole game on TV :)
I smile down at my phone screen.
Me: When she’s feeling better, you two should come to a game. I’d be happy to get you both tickets if you think she’d like that.
Abby: She’d love that! And I’d love it too, seeing you in action ;)
Me: Oh yeah?
Abby: Definitely. I have a thing for handsome men in suits.
I’m pleasantly surprised at how flirty she’s being right now. I wonder what’s prompted it.
I think about asking her, but then I stop myself. That would be such a mood killer. Maybe I should just go with the flow and flirt back a little.
Me: And this whole time, I thought you watched hockey because you loved the sport, but it was actually a ruse to fulfill your suit fetish. Naughty girl.
Abby: I’m a very naughty girl, you know that ;)
