No Pucks (Gods Versus Monsters Hockey #1)

35. Anthony

THIRTY-FIVE

ANTHONY

T he team gave us a hard time for a couple of weeks, but mostly, they took it well. Things were calm until we won our conference, which automatically qualified us for the Frozen Four.

“Is it possible your dad’s given up?” I ask, Logan laying with his head in my lap.

He looks up from the textbook he’s reading. “I keep asking myself that, but I can’t imagine he would. The Monsters barely qualified for the Frozen Four, and I’m sure he’s still mad about the loss. Thankfully, the way the brackets are set up, we won’t have to play them unless we both make it pretty far.”

“I know. I’ve looked at the brackets a hundred times to try to predict when we might play them.” I stroke my fingers through his hair. “Do you think we told the team prematurely?”

“No. I thought about waiting, but if they fire you on a whim, we need them ready to go, and I didn’t know how they would be or if it would take some convincing. I don’t think it was worth risking.”

Logan carries a lot—I see it behind his eyes, but he never shows it. He keeps himself so upbeat through all the worry. I don’t know how. “Plus now, I can call you Ice Daddy in front of them.” He laughs.

I sigh then drag him up into my lap. “If you’re going to insist on that nickname, you should at least be sucking my cock after.”

He willingly wraps his arms around my neck, grinding down against my quickly hardening cock. “Is this better?”

“Fuck.” We just had sex twenty minutes ago, but my cock does not care. “Yes, but not as good as your lips.”

“I want to, but if I can’t play because I fucking fail this test, neither of us will be happy.”

“Why would one test make it so you can’t play?” I ask when he climbs off my lap, leaving me painfully hard.

“Because it’s worth one-third of my grade.” He smirks, laying his head back in my lap like the fucking tease he is.

“That’s downright evil.”

“I am genetically half my father,” he says, holding back a laugh.

“Not funny!”

He keeps laughing, flipping the page in his book. “Shhh. I’m trying to study.”

I groan but then get an idea. “I’ll read it to you while you suck my dick.”

“That’s an option?” He sits up.

“Why not?”

“Seems like a cheat code…” He offers the book.

I can’t help but grin a little. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

He stares at me. “Look at all this smiling you’re doing. Be careful—I might get used to it.”

I lift a shoulder, acting like it’s nothing. “You should get used to it. You cause it.”

He shoves between my thighs. “I love it.”

“I love you.” My smile widens just a little. It makes my cheeks hurt, but I don’t stop, because he smiles right back. It’s not the usual smirk, but an actual smile, and when he kisses me, it makes it even fucking better.

He unbuttons my jeans. “You fucking better, because I’m about to give you the best blow job of your life.”

“You think you can top past you?”

“I know I can.” He frees me from my briefs, licking around my head.

“You are so fucking sexy.”

He flicks his gaze to mine while sucking on my head.

I make myself look at his book and begin reading. My voice pitches every time he swallows my cock, taking me into his throat. It’s almost impossible to focus on the text, but I force myself to keep reading so Logan doesn’t stop. He pulls off and licks my shaft and balls, taking his time, probably so he doesn’t have to go back to reading himself. I’m not complaining.

I push my fingers into his hair, playing with it, getting him used to the feel of my hand so he doesn’t suspect what I’m up to. He moans around me, alternating between taking me deep and then backing off to jack me with his hand while he swirls his tongue around my head.

The next time he takes me to the back of his throat, I tighten my grip in his hair and force him down further while lifting my hips. I don’t miss a single word while I fuck his throat relentlessly. I don’t let myself come right away. No, I take my time, just like he did.

I feel his stare and see his eyes watering out of the corner of mine, but he sucks greedily. Amusement flashes in his gaze as tears stream down his cheeks. He’s so fucking ravenous, I can’t hold off any longer.

My balls tighten and my gut wrenches before pleasure explodes through me. I lose it, filling his mouth and throat until my cum leaks from his mouth. I thrust again and again as my orgasm barrels through me.

Finally, I collapse back on the couch, my hold on Logan’s hair turning soft again. He takes his time licking me clean, and I keep reading until he sits back on his heels.

“You know, after that lesson, I’m never going to forget that material.”

“Is it burned into your brain forever?”

“Especially after that finish.” His lips are swollen, his smile huge. I could get used to this.

“Why are you so fucking gorgeous?” I pull him back into my lap.

“Because you love how I look with your cum and marks on my lips?” he says smugly.

“I love every single mark I put on you. But you’re always gorgeous.”

“How is college suddenly fun?” he groans, still catching his breath.

Cox Sr. waited until we were seated on the plane on our way to our first tournament game. That’s when I got notice of the board calling an emergency session.

“You guys go. I’ll meet you there.” I meet Logan’s eyes, and I can tell he knows what’s up.

“Where are you going?” Wolfe stands, stepping into the aisle.

“To see the board,” I say, deciding I probably won’t be at the game later and not wanting them to be off because of it.

“Oh, fuck no.” Wolfe gestures for the team to get up. “We’re going with you.”

“No.” I hold up my hands. “You all need to go. We aren’t fucking up the routine going into a game of this magnitude.”

“You think going into a game like this without a coach is better?”

“You know what to do, and your other coaches there?—”

Archangel cuts me off. “Fuck to the no. We need you, Coach, and this is why we were briefed. Get up, guys. We are all going with you. Get up, motherfuckers.”

Everyone gets out of their seats.

“The plane is going to leave without us,” I say, realizing no one is listening to me.

“If they won’t delay it for us, I’ll call my mother.” Logan picks up his duffle.

“What is your mother going to do? Call the airline’s charter department?” It doesn’t surprise me. She probably knows the CEO.

“No, I’ll have her let us use one of the Dragons’ planes.”

“My bad. Why didn’t I think of that? Right, because my family has never had a plane at their disposal.”

Logan shrugs. “I can’t help my nepo baby privilege.”

We load back onto the bus and sit in silence on the way to the meeting. The traffic means the drive takes longer than it should, even for the city. Queens is such a fucking hell hole to get back from during rush hour on a Friday, but we finally make it.

The team files out and into the admin building, and we catch a lot of looks taking elevator after elevator up to the boardroom.

“What is the meaning of this?” Gary storms out, finding most of us congregated at the elevator.

“Field trip.” Wolfe shoves to the front.

“You should all be on your way to your game.”

“Without our coach?” Archangel makes the disdain clear in his deep voice.

“I requested only you, Anthony.”

“They insisted.” I shrug.

“The cost of the delayed flight?—”

“Maybe you should have prioritized an earlier meeting then.” Archangel rubs a hand over his freshly shaved head, cutting an imposing figure in front of Gary, over a foot taller than the athletic director.

“We were just made aware of a serious infraction and had to act.”

This had to be it.

The board tries to tell the team they can’t join us, but Wolfe and Archangel shove their way in, claiming transparency.

The board basically gives up in the face of that many hockey players. They form a sizable group behind the open seat. I walk in and take it, feeling like I have an army at my back.

“This is quite unprecedented, Mr. Hawke,” one of the board members says.

“Let’s skip the formalities. What did Cox Sr. accuse me of this time?”

“This is a very serious matter,” another snaps.

“I’m sure it is. It has to be to allow a rival coach to disrupt my team’s routine going into the postseason.” My words get their attention.

Gary clears his throat. “We have a very serious report.”

I smile, tenting my fingers and setting my elbows on the table. “I’m sure it is. Given the source, though, I doubt the credibility.”

“We have to take every allegation seriously, and I don’t think you want your team present for this meeting,” Gary says in a threatening tone.

“I’ve been transparent with my team about what the Monster’s coach is trying to pull here.” I feel more confident by the second. Maybe Wolfe was right. I’ll never tell him, but it feels good to have all the guys standing up for me.

Gary balks. “So it’s true?”

“Is what true? I’ve been transparent with my team about what Cox Sr. is trying to pull.”

“He’s accusing you of having a sexual relationship with his son.”

Logan bursts out laughing, catching me completely off guard, but I stop myself from turning to look at him. The rest of the team quickly joins.

“What evidence did he present?” I ask.

“He said he’s been tracking his son’s location and saw him at your residence daily.”

“You do realize I live in an apartment, right? One close to campus, one with many other tenants?” I ask, staring him right in the face.

“We understand, but given the evidence and the optics, we don’t like the image if it was to be leaked to the media.”

“Are you telling me I should bar my players from stepping foot in my building, betraying my privacy? Because I’d have to tell them where I live. It’s also beyond my abilities to control the leasing of the building, as I don’t own it. Do you police where students live? Or other faculty to insure no students are living in the same building? I’m sure as fuck not getting paid enough if I’m restricted in building choice.”

Gary narrows his eyes. “No. By policy, we do not control where faculty lives, and it would be impossible to keep track of where our student body lives.”

“Then why am I being held to a different standard?”

“That’s not what we’re doing?—”

I cut him off. “Would you like to question my team about my conduct on the ice or off? I can step out…”

I’m met with silence.

“Logan, would you like to speak about your father?”

“Gladly, if the board would like to know about his character—or lack thereof, actually.” The smirk comes through Logan’s voice.

“I don’t think that will be necessary…” Gary says.

“I hate to cut this meeting short, but we have a game to get to. Maybe you could talk amongst yourselves and figure out what rule I’m in violation of that justifies keep me away from winning the Frozen Four for the Gods.”

“We’re sorry to have called you away from a game, Mr. Hawke,” a board member takes over. “We’ll be sure to substantiate any accusation in the future before wasting your time. You can all go. Good luck tomorrow.”

“One last thing.” Wolfe steps forward. “I would like each and every one of you to know that if you fire Coach Hawke, or harass him any further with baseless allegations, we will all quit. I know I speak for the entire team when I say we will not play for any other coach.”

Archangel steps up beside Wolfe. “You better believe you will lose the entire hockey team if you keep fucking around. I’ll make sure you find out. This man right here.” He points at me. “Is untouchable. We don’t care what anyone has to say about him.”

“My mother would also like you to know the Cadieux Foundation is considering withdrawing all pledged and future funding to the school and team over the continued harassment of Coach Hawke.”

“Logan, hold up for a minute.”

He stops, turning back around. “What’s up?”

Wolfe stops with him.

“I’m not breaking up with him. Jesus. Go out there. He’ll just be a minute.”

Wolfe narrows his eyes and leaves.

Logan walks back the few steps to put his hand around the back of my head, brushing our mouths together. “If you wanted a kiss, you could have asked in front of them.”

I don’t fight the kiss. “That’s not what I wanted, but I’ll take it.”

“Then what is it?” he says against my lips.

I force myself to step away. “I ordered you a new jersey.”

His brows lift. “What for? Mine’s fine.”

I hold it up so it unfolds, showing him the name on the back. “I thought you might want to go into the postseason with a different name.” I put his mother’s maiden name on the back.

He doesn’t say anything. He just stares at it.

“If it was overstepping, I’m sorry, but I wanted to give you the option.”

“No.” He shakes his head, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine. “I love it.” He springs at me, bumping our chests, knocking me back a few paces.

I stumble, but his grip on me keeps me upright. “Fuck, you can’t do that to me. I already have a bad leg. I don’t need another injury.” I’m laughing, so he knows I’m joking.

He buries his face in my neck, and I can feel him shaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“You are so fucking thoughtful. I’ve never had anyone who thinks of me as much as you do.”

“Of course I do. I love you.”

“No, lots of people love me. You actually take care of me.”

I smile and kiss his temple. “I will always take care of you.”

He takes a few minutes to get himself together before he changes his jersey and turns to look in the mirror. “I’m only disappointed I won’t see my father’s face when he sees it.”

“No shit. Now, get out there. We need to win so we can beat the Monsters again—I mean, win the Frozen Four.”

“We can do both, I think.”