Chapter 4 #2
“Ah, can you maybe send me a list of duties I’ll be expected to complete?” I squeak out. “I just want to make sure I have a complete picture of what you’ll want.”
“Very smart. I’ll draw it up now,” Friedrick says cheerfully. “See you later, Curtis.”
Dad says goodbye, waiting until the owner is gone before he helps me sink onto the bench.
“This is insane,” I hiss at him.
“You love this game,” he reminds me. “No one sees things better than someone who grew up around it. The guys will be respectful, but you won’t need to do more than be around them to start with. No interviews or anything. The media person handles that.”
“I freak out when I’m around alphas, Dad. My anxiety goes into overdrive. I was actually going to ask you if you’d help me find a doctor that would prescribe something for it,” I sigh. “I don’t want to agree to this and make you look bad.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you are the best person for it,” Dad says, sitting next to me. “There will be ground rules, though.”
“Such as?” I ask. Rules are good. I need those.
“You won’t go anywhere without an escort,” he grunts. “I’m going to need to figure out what that’ll look like, especially since you’ll be going on travel games with us.”
“Will I?” I squeak out. “This was what you mentioned in the car, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he admits. “I wanted to see how you did on the ice. This is the perfect job for you.”
Outside of the clawing fear of the fucking alpha hockey players. I know my dad means well. It’s been six years, I need to find a way to keep going.
“What if I see them again?” I ask suddenly, eyes widening.
“I’ll refuse for you to attend those games,” he growls. “When Friedrick hired me, I told him everything. He knows why I walked away from my last team. I’ve seen those players on the ice, and I’ve kept myself away. I can’t go to jail, knowing that you need me.”
“Well, I’ll always need you,” I say honestly, wrinkling my nose. It’s funny how quickly we fell back into our routines after not living in the same house for so many years.
“And I’m always going to meddle,” he shrugs, putting the skates in his bag. “I’ll make sure Friedrick sends over the paperwork so you can decide if this is a good fit or not. I won’t have to worry about you alone while I’m out of town.”
“I can fend for myself,” I remind him, walking alongside him. “Just because you don’t think I eat enough, doesn’t mean I don’t know how to feed myself.”
Dad just snorts in amusement, leaving me to my thoughts. Can I really work with a hockey team?
MILES
“Coach Miles!” Marilyn screeches, making my blood run cold as I head to the locker room.
We have a game, and I don’t really have time for this. We have to nail these bastards by the knots in order for me to know we can handle the New Orleans Dragons. I fucking dislike that coach so much.
There’s nothing I hate more than a man that turns his back on an entire team, and that’s exactly what he did to us. Who the fuck just throws away his team? I heard that it was because his daughter seduced a couple of the players, but I don’t know what’s true when it comes to him.
All I know is that we’ve lost every game against the Dragons since Coach Freedman’s second year coaching them. I really don’t want to lose again.
“I’m busy, Marilyn,” I complain. “What is it?”
“You promised,” she hisses, the sound of her heels loud as she walks beside me. “Levon stood that girl up.”
“What if he’s already in a relationship?” I ask her. “Would that affect this?”
“I know everything there is to know about these players,” she says. “That’s not possible.”
Sure. I definitely got more than an eyeful of Santo deep throating Levon. I’ve seen a lot of things during my time as their coach, but this shit still manages to surprise me. Damn horny players.
“Well, he is,” I shrug. “Case closed, Marilyn.”
“Who?” she asks. “I want to know.”
“That’s private information that isn’t going to concern Levon’s public image,” I reply. “Go work on someone else.”
“Is this person an omega?” she asks. Fuck. At the shake of my head, she grins. “Ha! Well, the girl I chose isn’t a good fit for Levon anyway. He needs someone with some fire. I’ll report back when I find her or him.”
Marilyn winks at me as if we share a secret. This woman makes me fucking insane.
“Unless you’re joining me in the locker room, I suggest I leave you here,” I say, pushing my way inside. “Levon!”
“Yes, Coach?” he yells, standing. They’re all ready for tonight, and I feel the same thrill I always do just before a big game.
“Marilyn is still on my ass about you. I hope you’re ready to take your punishment from her.”
He makes a face at me, and I grin. If he’s going to drag me into this, then I’m going to make him regret it. He can keep Santo, but there are more games than just hockey to play. The owner and Marilyn own his ass, and he has to dance to their tune as well.
“Are we ready?” I ask them.
The roar that sounds throughout the locker room makes me nod. Fuck yeah we are.
SANTO
I can’t look the Scented Scorpions’ coach in the face right now. I can’t help how I feel, and I’m inexplicably drawn to Levon. I spent a lot of time helping him with his injury, massaging the area, and his comments made me laugh.
I’ve always been drawn to men, but I’ve never blurred the line between professional and personal responsibility quite like this.
“So did he take you out on that date yet, Doc?” Coach asks, walking past me in the hallway after the game.
I almost walk into the fucking wall at his words, and the asshole simply smirks as he glances over his shoulder.
“I asked you a question, are you going to answer?”
“Ah, I don’t think that’s any of your business. Respectfully, sir,” I reply.
“You may be able to say that to Marilyn, but everything from how many times Levon has shit this week to where he sticks his dick is my business,” Coach laughs. “Walk with me.”
That’s not a suggestion. Growling under my breath, I fall into step with him. They just finished a great fucking game, and I need to check on people. Old injuries tend to crop up when your bloodstream is spiked with adrenaline.
I may be fucking a player, but I’m damn good at what I do.
Coach Miles continues to talk, knowing that I’m going to follow him until he’s done with the conversation. There’s not much else that I can do. Some people might think the owner of this team is the boss, but the coach is the one everyone pushes for.
Even when they’re exhausted and don’t think they have any more to give.
“Here’s the deal. I told Marilyn that Levon was in a relationship with someone,” he says.
“We haven’t had that conversation yet,” I murmur. Sure, I went over to his condo and did really filthy, hot things, but words weren’t really a thing we’ve done over the last week.
I bet his ass is sore though.
“Regardless, Levon refused that date Marilyn set up,” Coach says. “My ass is now in a sling over this.”
“What does that mean? Isn’t Marilyn just going to give this up now?” I ask.
“It means that when Marilyn next sets up a date for Levon, the three of us are going,” he says smugly. “I refuse to have to be the only one who is punished when I get absolutely nothing out of this.”
“Outside of watching me squirm alongside Levon?” I mutter.
“That’s just a bonus,” Coach says, clapping me on the shoulder. He’s broad shouldered, covered in corded muscles, and is stronger than he realizes. The man should come with a warning label. “Please stop fucking at work. Face or asshole, it’s still fucking.”
My face burns as I nod. No wonder the guys refuse to get on his bad side. The man is fucking evil. I’m going to take Levon home and edge him for making me endure this. I don’t even care that it’s not his fault.
He can beg and call me Daddy. My cock is very excited about that, and Coach Miles raises his brow at me.
“Let’s try not getting aroused at work too,” he chuckles.
“If Levon’s asshole hurts later, it’ll be your fault,” I grumble, hurrying off as his laughter bounces off the walls.
“Make sure his hip isn’t giving him trouble while you’re at it, Doc!” Coach yells after me. “Give the old man some assisted positions.”
I can’t help it, I burst out laughing. Levon is only thirty-two, and definitely doesn’t need any help in the bedroom. Now, knot training?
Yeah, that’s something I can get behind. I am a doctor, after all.