Page 99 of Phantom Faceoff
He likes that about me.
The spontaneity.
And the cock. He likes that, too.
But I have used every ounce of focus and determination I can muster up, and it’s finally time to let the cat out of the bag.
Five more minutes.
The Den has been under construction for the last two months, and Malachi has spent all of his free time hardcore Daddying me.
Which has involved a surprising amount of spankings coming from someone who says he’s not into giving punishments.
“Maybe I like your ass being a little sore and red before I fuck it.”
That’s a hot new development, and now even the lightest tap—like he sometimes does casually when we aren’t alone—makes me hard.
Because if Malachi spanks me, he’s going to fuck me after. It’s the only time he does.
Malachi knows there’s a new section being built onto The Den that’s opening today, but I convinced him to spend a little time with Julian while I went to practice so he couldn’t get here early. Julian knows to keep him far away until it’s time to meet up.
Speaking of practice, I’ve had to be a lot more active than just being an ace winger and taking directions from one of our captains.
It’s grueling at times, but I enjoy it more than I thought I would.
Even if I still feel a little unsettled holding Micky’s co-captain title.
We made it to the Frozen Four last season, but there was an accident that took Micky out for the remainder of our games. The team wasn’t up to the task of playing at the level we needed without him. We didn’t get our asses kicked right away, but it was inevitable that we fell behind.
Which is why my focus on the ice has been strengthening our player alignments. Our gameplay can’t hinge on one player or highly favor another. We need to be adaptable.
Tessa
We’re setting up now.
I grin down at the phone, watching as the other group chat bubbles come and go.
Julian
Be there in a minute. Grabbing coffee. Mal has yours, Z.
Malachi brings me a coffee and a muffin from our usual coffee shop every day after practice.
It’s one of his caregiving things.
Me
Thank you guys for all the help.
Tessa
Payment to be collected at a later date.
There really isn’t anything for me to do other than wait for Malachi and Julian. My job was more about throwing ideas around and convincing people to give me what I want. Now, I have to trust everyone else to put it together.
Something hot touches the side of my face, and I jolt hard enough to jostle the contents of the coffee cup. Malachi’s grip is firm, though, so it doesn’t spill.
“Ow, asshole.”
