Page 20 of Edging Coach
If we don’t start winning games, the weather will be the least of your problems.
I didn’t look back.
CHAPTER 7
JACK
It would’ve been a hell of a lot easier to berate myself about how this was a terrible idea if I didn’t feel so damnedgoodafterward.
Not good like I’d gotten my rocks off. Hell, I hadn’t yet. I wasn’t allowed to. But leaning against my hotel room door, the taste of Devon’s cum lingering in my mouth and a hard-on straining against my trousers… fuck. I feltgood. A kind of good I couldn’t even define. One I hadn’t felt before, and one I absolutely didn’t expect to feel after coaching my team to a blowout loss.
I should’ve been pacing the floor in this hotel room, all the boos and frustration echoing inside my skull as I hammered out solutions. I should’ve been sketching out a plan for tomorrow’s practice so we could start improving this mess as a team. I should’ve been sick with anxiety over how much work there was to be done and wondering if it was as hopeless as it had seemed in the moment.
But I wasn’t.
My head was… quiet. So quiet my ears were ringing. I hung onDevon’s promise of a possible reward if I texted him before bed.
“That’s a good boy. You want to be a good boy, right?”
What the fuck? I wasn’t a dog. I wasn’t?—
I wanted to be a good boy for him.
I didn’t understand it. I had no idea where the fuck this was coming from. But that little praise made me hot and calm in ways I’d never been before. The sharp orders to park behind the hotel and blow him—that had been when the noise in my head had cleared. When the game had become such a distant memory it turned to faded black-and-white, and the only objective was doing as I was told and pleasing him and?—
And being his good boy.
“Fucking hell,” I whispered into the silence. This was insane. It was wrong. It was putting both our careers in jeopardy.Again.
But it was so good.
How was I supposed to say no when every encounter with him left me like this?
“You’re going to decompress by having a shower,”he’d said in my car.“You’re going to bed now and tomorrow you’ll get up early and deal with the clusterfuck of a team that we have. For tonight, you’re going to let it go.”
Without thought, I pushed myself off the door and loosened my tie. I went through the motions of stripping out of my suit, and I got into the shower. Some part of my brain still wanted to grab on to tonight’s game and pick it apart and figure it out.
My grasp on those thoughts was slippery at best.
Just like the grasp I wanted to have on my dick right then. I was hard as hell and keyed up in that way I always was during foreplay. It wouldn’t take much to get off—a few pulls while I braced against the wall, and I’dbe there.
But Devon had said no.
It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t know. Even if I could look him in the eye and convincingly lie through my teeth,I’dknow, and I’d feel wrong. For lying to him. For letting him down. For disobeying him.
What in the actual fuck?
Since when did I give a single damn about obeying anyone who wasn’t a hockey coach? And since when did the thought of obeying someone make me this unrelentinglyhot? When had I ever been this turned on, this alone, this naked, this hard… and this adamant about not touching myself?
And why did that turn me on even more?
“Fucking Christ, Devs,” I muttered over the rush of water. “What are you doing to me?”
The only thing more pressing than this arousal was my curiosity about the “treat” he’d offered. Especially since the latter might relieve the former.
I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, and got into the bed where Devon had rocked my world the other night. Then I picked up my phone and stared at the screen for a moment.
I didn’t need to run through all the reasons this was the worst idea imaginable. I’d already been through them a million times over. I knew them. I understood them.
