Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Tate
My head is not in training today; all I can think about is last night. I have been with men before, but never have I fucked a woman at the same time. I shake my head—I need to focus on the drill, not on how it felt being balls deep in pussy while being fucked.
“Landon! Your positioning is shit!” I call out.
Landon glances at me from across the ice, and even from this distance, I can see the corner of his mouth quirk up. His smile makes my skin burn, but I force myself to look away.
“My bad, Coach,” he says. “Guess I’m a little distracted.”
Heat climbs my neck, and I turn away, pretending to focus on something else. The last thing I need is for anyone to notice me blushing like some lovesick idiot at one of my players.
“Again,” I snap. “And this time, put the puck where it’s supposed to go.”
The team runs through the drill for the third time, and I observe from the boards.
Most of my focus is on the line formations and strategy, except for a small part of my attention that keeps drifting to Landon as he glides across the ice with the lethal control that made me hate him in college as much as I wanted him—but that’s a problem I can’t even acknowledge.
Thomas comes over to join me.
“Tate,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. “Are you feeling all right? You seem a little distracted.”
“I’m fine,” I say, which is a big fat lie. My brother gives me a look that says he doesn’t quite believe me, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he skates back out to run the team through another set of drills.
I go back to taking notes I don’t really need, pretending to focus when really I’m trying very hard not to think about last night.
Levi comes to stand next to me at the boards, fresh off the ice and already tugging his gloves off one-handed. “So,” he says casually, “you doing anything Saturday night after the game?”
I glance over at him, confused by the random question. “Why?”
“Just wondering,” he says with a shrug. “Some of us are heading out. Thought you might want to join.”
“I’ll have to see what’s going on,” I say vaguely, not comfortable hanging out with the team outside of work.
“Fair enough,” Levi says, and he skates away before I can say anything else.
The truth is, I want to experience that again more than I want my next breath—to be part of the team—but I am still not over my injury or my career ending before it even began.
“You good, Coach?” One of our younger players asks as he passes by, noticing I’ve been staring into space for the past minute.
“Fine,” I reply. “Just thinking.”
Once Thomas ends training, I’m almost relieved to be out of here, and I plan to have a quiet night in. I head to my office, needing a break from the chaos I can hear coming from the locker room.
My phone buzzes on the desk with a message from Maskedsnack.
Maskedsnack
Are you free Saturday night?
#Notaserialkiller
Maybe. Why?
Maskedsnack
I’m planning something and I’d really like you to be a part of it. No pressure if you’re not interested, but I think you’d enjoy it.
#Notaserialkiller
What kind of something?
Maskedsnack
Just more of what happened last night.
My cock stirs at the thought. The idea of doing it again, of experiencing more, is almost too much to resist.
#Notaserialkiller
Very interested.
#Maskedsnack
Good. Want to see some edits?
I can’t type yes fast enough.
#Notaserialkiller
Please
Maskedsnack
*Video message*
I peer at the door to make sure it’s closed before I hit play.
Holy shit, the angles she has captured and the way the video has been made doesn’t show my face at all. I watch it a few times, and seeing them chase me makes my cock hard. I rub my hand over the aching bulge in my pants.
When someone knocks on my office door, I drop my phone, then scramble to pick it up again and click out of the video as I scoot my chair closer to my desk to hide any evidence of my raging boner.
“Come in.”
“Ahh coach . . . your brother just left, but we have a situation. There are two women out here in a hair-pulling match.”
I push back my chair with a sigh. “Shit.”
Thankfully, my dick begins to deflate as I follow Michelson out of my office, and he leads the way into the foyer where Levi has one woman pinned to his chest and Landon another.
“You stupid fucking whore! I’m gonna rip your eyeballs out and skull-fuck you.”
Levi laughs at the woman’s words.
“I’m so glad they left you. Look at how uncivilized you are,” Anastasia, Landon and Levi’s agent, says with a huff.
“You want to see uncivilized?!”
The woman reaches down and grabs Levi by the cock.
He releases her and drops to the floor. “Fuck, Abby, that’s twice now,” Levi whines, cupping his junk.
This Abby girl lunges toward the other woman and throws a mean right hook at her jaw.
Landon doesn’t even try to stop her. Instead, one of the other players, Davidson, grabs Abby, and she swings and kicks at our fucking goalie.
“What the hell is going on here!” I shout, and everyone freezes and looks my way. “You four in my office. Everyone else, go home.”
Landon releases Anastasia, and she huffs, straightening her clothes, which barely cover her. Abby runs her hands through her hair as Levi is pulled to his feet.
All four of them head toward my office, and once they walk through the door, I shut it and take a seat at my desk. Abby is seated on Landon’s lap, and he has a good hold of her. Levi stands next to them, and Anastasia is next to him.
“Anyone care to explain why I had a catfight in my foyer?”
“I simply came down here to bring a contract for Landon to sign. I was doing my job.”
Abby scoffs. “Do you want to share with the class how you manipulated me into thinking you were fucking them to get rid of me? I still have the picture if you would like to see it to refresh your memory.”
Landon stiffens beneath her. “You still have the photo?”
She nods.
“I did what needed to be done—you would have held them back. Landon was considering turning down his offer because he wanted to stay close to you, and the deal required both of them. You would have destroyed his career.”
“That wasn’t your choice to make,” Landon seethes.
“Of course it was. Levi would have done whatever the fuck you wanted to do. And for what, a warm cunt you both shared? How would that have looked to the NHL, huh?”
“The same way it looked for our sister, and things worked out fine for her,” Levi snaps.
“Can you all just stop,” I say, rubbing my temples. “You need to keep your private bullshit out of here. Sort this shit out on your own time.”
“See? He gets it,” Anastasia purrs.
“For the record,” I say, making eye contact with her, “what you did is gross misconduct in your role. If I were Landon and Levi, I would file a sexual harassment claim and fire you. You seriously overstepped professional boundaries. Their love life is none of your business, the same as it is none of mine.”
“I like you,” Abby says.
“Ditto, but please refrain from skull-fucking anyone in the foyer.”
She snorts, and Anastasia makes a screeching noise in her throat.
“I don’t need this shit. When you both come to your senses, call me.” With those words, she storms out of my office.
“If you three plan to be together, I suggest you get on top of the press before she leaks any of your private information. I do not need any bad press right now. Not when both Thomas and I are trying to prove that we can run this team.”
“It’s all my fault. I tried to ignore her, but she baited me. I knew what she was doing, and I reacted anyway. I’m Abby, by the way.”
“Tate, nice to meet you.”
“I was just stopping by to see if I could catch a ride home. The driver of the rideshare gave me the creeps. So when he stopped at a set of lights, I got out and ran away.”
Landon’s grip on her visibly tightens.
“What driver?” Levi snaps. “I’ll kill him.”
“Okay, Rambo, maybe tone it down a little. I’m fine, but I am starving.”
“Levi, take Abby to the café around the corner—I’ll catch up with you. I just need to talk to Tate first.”
Abby wiggles her ass as she gets up off Landon’s lap.
To my shocked amusement, Levi bends down, and she jumps on his back. Levi makes a horse sound, and Abby laughs as she squeals, “Giddy up!”
Once they leave my office and the door closes behind them, I look over at Landon, who is staring at me.
“What can I help you with?” I ask when he doesn’t speak, and his stare gets intense.
“Maybe it’s something I can help you with,” he says, his gaze not wavering from me.
I raise a brow. “I’m not following.”
“That boner you were sporting when you ran out into the foyer.”
My ears burn, and I cross my arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Landon stands from his chair, rounds my desk, and pulls my chair out, spinning me to face him. He leans down and rests his hands on the armrests.
“Then what about the one you have now?”
“What about Abby?” I deflect, and he smirks.
“My brother is taking care of her, and we are not together.”
Being this close to him short-circuits my brain.
“We can’t do this,” I protest.
He comes in closer, and I can feel his breath against my lips. “But you want to.”
I swallow hard. Wanting something doesn’t make it possible, and it sure as hell doesn’t make it smart.
“You’re a player,” I say, even as my stupid pulse betrays me. “And I’m your coach.”
Landon’s mouth tilts almost into a smile.
“And yet,” he says quietly, “you haven’t told me to step back.”
The room feels too small, the air thick enough to choke me. I curl my hands around the seat of the chair, my knuckles draining of color.
“This can’t happen,” I say, trying to sound convincing. “Not now. Not ever.”
His gaze flicks to my mouth and then back to my eyes.
“Say it like you mean it, Tate,” he replies.
I meet his stare and hold it.
I can’t crumble because I want him.
I want him so badly right now that it hurts.
“Get out,” I tell him.
For a second, I think he won’t, but he straightens slowly and steps back.
“Yes, Coach,” he says as he turns and walks away, leaving the office.
I sigh in relief when the door closes and clicks shut behind him.
I don’t know how long I can survive this tension; I need to stay away from Landon Kane.
Since I’ve already had one hurdle—a setback in my career—I can’t afford to ruin everything for a man who only wants to fuck me out of his system.
I saw how possessive he was over Abby. He can say they are not together all he likes, but I’m not blind.