Page 16 of Desperate Pucker
It’s been three days since Maddy trained me, and my knee and ankle are still sore. I had to ask Eric to squeeze me in for a last-minute massage today.
“The new skating coach is kicking your ass, huh?” Xander laughs from a table across from me while his physio works him over.
“Yeah,” I say, unable to hide the bite in my tone.
“What’s up with you two? Ingrid says you don’t get along,” Del says from the table next to Xander.
I exhale sharply as Eric strips the muscles in my quads. “Personality differences,” I mutter.
The last thing I wanna do is bitch to my teammates about how much Maddy annoys me. They’ll think I’m being a huge baby. But I’m not going to lie and say we get along, so I keep my answer as short as possible.
“Why don’t you like her? Maddy’s cool as hell,” Xander says.
I glare at him and Del. “Do you always gossip when you’re in here?”
Xander grins proudly. “Yup.”
“I’m never coming in again while you’re here,” I say.
Xander just laughs and flips over so his physio can work on his hamstrings. Del rolls his eyes at me.
“Thanks for making time for me today,” I say to Eric. “I know it messes with your schedule when I ask to see you on short notice.”
“It’s no problem. It’s my job to keep you up and running.”
He focuses on the lower part of my quad, right above my knee. “Good thing we made this a full-body session. You needed it.”
I reach my arm up and stretch out on the massage table.
“I need to come see you guys more often,” Camden Connors, the team’s young defenseman, says. He’s lying on the table next to me.
“You come to us every day now that you’re training with Madeline,” his physio says while working out a knot in his back.
I glance over at Camden. “You’re working with her too?”
“Yeah. She’s awesome. I’ve only had three sessions with her, but I can already see a difference in my skating. I’m way faster and my balance is better.”
“Weren’t you a figure skater before you played hockey? Maybe that’s why,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s all Madeline. I fell into some pretty bad habits while playing. My skating got pretty sloppy. But she’s fixing me right up.”
He leans up and glances past me to the open door of the training room. “Isn’t that right?”
I turn my head and see Maddy standing in the open doorway, her gray-blue eyes wide as saucers.
Her gaze falls to the white towel covering my dick and upper thighs. I’m naked otherwise.
That smug, satisfied feeling that I felt on New Year’s Eve, when she gawked at my chest, surges through me once more.
“See something you like?” I say to her.
She blinks and shakes her head, then looks back at my face. “No.”
The skin on her cheeks and chest is pink.
I quirk an eyebrow, relishing just how thrown off she is at the sight of me. “You sure about that?”
She makes a disgusted noise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you practically naked.”
