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I quietly sat in the corner as Richard stepped them through the game plan for tonight, including the players who needed special attention for injuries. Will’s shoulder wasn’t included on that list, but I was happy to discreetly pay attention on behalf of everyone.
Richard was right about the pregame routine being chaotic. After establishing himself in the training room, players came and went, getting taped, prodded and inspected before gearing up. I mentally took countless notes. I needed to get home and hurriedly type them up before I forgot anything.
I’d heard rumours of his professionalism, but tonight had been something else. Richard’s confidence surpassed all my prior mentors, and it was obvious each player as well as all the coaching staff carried respect for him.
“I need to relay a few things to Coach Hall before puck drop. Are you good to hang around here for few minutes?”
I nodded eagerly. Maybetooeagerly. I was more than happy to stay.
Richard left, leaving me with the other two student trainers who were on the far side of the room. One was helping a freshman tape his wrist and the other was packing up. I made a move to help, but a hand closed over my arm.
Turning, I was forced to look up at Will. He was dressed in everything sans his helmet and gloves. He usually towered over me, but he did so even more in his skates right now.
A familiar heat pooled below. While he’d looked delicious lying on my bed earlier in his muscled, tattooed, naked glory, he was a different kind of delicious now. I’d never been up close to Will geared up like this. I liked it. Like, a lot.
He seemed to be reading the appreciation on my face because he smugly grinned. “I probably have time for a real quick quickie if you’re up for it.”
“Caufield,” I whisper-yelled, edging out of his grasp.
Checking over my shoulder, I frantically surveyed the room for the other three people. Thankfully they were too far away to have overheard.
“If you want to pretend like I haven’t had my lips on every inch of your body, be my guest, Dover.” Will stepped closer, lowering his lips to my ear. “Now it’s time to see if my fix of your tight pussy has upped my game.”
*
Upped his game was an understatement. Will was electric on the ice. I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. The coaching staff, his teammates – even the crowd had been chanting his name when he scored his second goal of thenight. I’ll admit that having a VIP seat to the Will Caufield show was pretty cool.
Even beneath his helmet, his grin was palpable as he jumped the boards for his final shift of the night with Levi. Those two were like one entity on the ice. How other teams stopped them once they begun doing their thing was incomprehensible to me. It’s like they communicated telepathically or something. It was cool to witness. Though I knew Tanner hated it. He’d once mentioned the coach of Allentown always stressed the importance of severing the bond between Caufield and Holloway. I was unsure whether the team tonight had tried. If they had, they’d failed miserably.
When the third period ended, our home crowd cheered loudly. The five-two win was a massive confidence boost before Saturday night’s game.
I didn’t truly believe that Will needed to sleep with me to play well, but if that’s what his weird hockey superstition was, then who was I deny the team of his post-coital abilities. At least that’s what I told myself when he stepped out of line on his way to the locker room and discreetly stopped beside me.
“So, Saturday?” he prompted.
“Saturday,” I agreed.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Don’t fish, Caufield
WILL
RILEY:Can I ask you something?
I’d just collapsed onto the couch. Ryan and Tripp were doing the food run on their way home. I was waiting for them to get back with my order.
WILL:Always.
RILEY:Do the cameras annoy you?
WILL:The cameras?
RILEY:The socialmedia team.
WILL:Yeah. But it’s part of it.
Levi was in the kitchen FaceTiming Hughesy. I could overhear their sickening conversation from here. As long as he stayed focused on themissing youand didn't veer into phone sex territory, we were good.
