Epilogue
Sam
“Jude, you have one minute to fucking come,” I growled in his ear, before pushing him down to suck on Forest’s cock. “Be a good student and listen to your coaches.”
We were in my office, and we had about five minutes before the hockey team started to arrive, but this little fantasy was getting checked off today as my good luck charm.
I thrusted into Jude angling my hips to graze his prostate. He groaned around Forest's cock, slurping and performing the noisiest blowjob. Forest was glued to Jude and his sinful mouth.
“Come on, you bad boy, you better hurry up before we get caught,” Forest grunted. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
Jude whimpered as his hand disappeared underneath him. His hole tightened around me in a grip so tight, two more pumps and I would come. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, keeping my thrusts shallow, chasing my pleasure.
“Our student is such a slut, cleaning my cock like a hungry whore,” Forest said, running his hand through Jude’s hair.
“Only for you, Coach,” Jude said, popping off his cock.
“That's right, only for us,” Forest growled, leaning down to kiss Jude.
They exchanged a filthy kiss as I pulled out of Jude, quickly pushing the butt plug he was wearing earlier back in.
I hummed my approval as I slapped his ass.
The sounds of the boys from the hockey team started to fill the hallways and we all got up quickly to clean ourselves, attempting to look presentable.
I kissed them before we left my office, leading them out a side door before I went out to the locker room to see who was here.
The team made it to regionals in the Frozen Four and I couldn’t have been more proud.
Two more games and we could be Frozen Four champions.
Coach Dalton was already getting super nervous, but I told him for our first year this was great.
He was getting pressure from the dean, but seriously, the dude needed to relax because this was outstanding for our first year, with only two of us, and just picking up an assistant coach two months ago.
The last four months had been hard work and a lot of fucking stress, but god, I wouldn’t change it for anything.
I had had my doubts about making the decision, but having Jude and Forest remind me why I chose this helped, and coming home to them every day helped too.
We still had some time apart, but nothing like my old schedule and thank god for that, because being away from them was godawful.
I walked into the locker room seeing Parker already getting ready with earbuds in his ears, tuning out the world.
My goalie was doing stretches and the rest of my first and second line walked through the door.
I checked in with the guys to make sure they were ok, then I met with Dalton to go over a few things before the guys warmed up on the ice.
I was so focused on getting the guys ready that I didn’t even notice who was in the stands until the end of the first period.
Riggs, Gomez, Clarke and Cap all stood together with Forest and Jude.
A big sign that said ‘Go Coach Webber’ was spread out in front of them and had me wanting to cry like a baby.
They whistled and shouted as I waved at them following the team to the locker room.
“Damn, Coach, was that Hunter Riggs, Romeo Gomez, Noel Clark and Jeff Ravino from the Yetis!?” one of my forwards asked, almost yelling.
“Old news, dude.” Parker rolled his eyes.
“Not everyone got to meet Riggs and Gomez after New Years,” I said, shoving Parker playfully.
“Everyone should have been here if they were serious about hockey,” Parker snapped.
“Calm your tits, Parker,” Tommy said, sitting down. “We don’t all live and breathe hockey.”
“I know and it shows,” Parker retorted. “While I’m playing professional hockey, y’all will be sitting at desk jobs wishing you were me.”
I laughed, but Parker was right, if he kept playing the way he was, I wouldn’t doubt he was going to get drafted.
The guys argued as Dalton and I went over a few things and I gave the first pep talk of the night.
I would never get used to the way these boys looked at me, other than Parker, who looked like I was scratching nails on a chalk board.
My heart always felt full after one of our pep talks, but today it felt especially full.
“No matter what happens today, you guys played an amazing year,” I said, looking at every player. “You put in the work, the effort and the dedication it took to get here. Win or lose today, celebrate how far we've come and I’m proud of each and every one of you. Now let's go win this game!”
The boys did their little chant, hyping each other up until they were a shouting mess and then they raced out.
“Thanks for staying here with me,” Dalton said, patting me on the back. “I don't think I ever told you thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I chuckled.
“I don't know anyone who would have turned down a Toronto offer to coach college hockey,” he said, and I froze.
I had told no one about the offer.
“How the hell did you know that?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
He shrugged. “I have my ways, but thank you. You’ve made coaching bearable and I couldn't have done it without you.”
“I was ready for a change and let’s face it, I’m getting older. Lord knows how much longer I had on this knee, might as well bow out gracefully,” I said.
“Still, I think it's awesome you did that for us.” He slapped my shoulder as he went out on the bench and I followed.
We did not win the semifinals, but that was ok. I felt proud of how far these kids had come, even if there were a few who were sorely disappointed, mostly Parker.
“We will get them next year, Parker,” I said, clapping his shoulder as we left the arena.
He shrugged, trying to act indifferent.
“We made it pretty far,” I stated. “That just means we have more time to practice on our weak areas and time to get better.”
“Parker!”
We turned around to a man in jeans, boots and a Stetson. His hat was low enough I didn’t get a good look at him.
“What the hell are you doing here, Nash?” Parker grumbled.
“I heard my baby brother was on his way to the Frozen Four,” the man said.
“I’ll see you later, Coach,” Parker said, walking to the man and when I got a good glimpse of him, I realized who he was and why Parker’s name always sounded familiar.
Parker was Nash Yarbrough's little brother.
“Coach Webber!” My old teammates yelled at me, pulling me from my revelation.
“What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have a game tomorrow?” I asked each of them and gave them a hug.
“Yeah, but this was our only chance to see you coach, and we didn't want to miss it,” Cap said, as I hugged him, noticing Heather and the two boys with him.
“Oh my god, he’s so big!” I pushed Cap out of the way, taking their youngest into my arms, giving Cap’s wife, Heather, a hug.
Their youngest was a year old and just about the cutest thing ever. “Walker, my man, how's it going dude!?”
“So cool, you looked awesome out there," he said in an adorable voice.
“Thank you,” I said, giving him a high five.
“Oh my god, you're the cutest,” Jude said, coming up to us.
“Isn’t he?” I said dipping him down to earn a giggle that made my heart melt.
“Alright, who’s getting knocked up?” Gomez joked.
“Definitely Jude,” I said, throwing an arm around him.
Forest chuckled. “I might try and get both of them knocked up.”
Everyone chuckled as we made our way out of the parking lot to the cars. We decided on somewhere to eat, and I reluctantly put the baby in his car seat.
“You looked mighty fine with that baby in your arms, Sam,” Jude said, holding my arm as we walked to Forest’s truck.
“If I could, I’d get you pregnant tonight,” Forest growled, throwing his arm around me.
“Well, maybe one day,” I said wistfully.
“Yeah, one day after we get married,” Jude smirked. “I ain’t gonna have no baby out of wedlock.”
Forest and I laughed as we all hopped into the truck.
Little did Jude or Forest know that I had my eye on a couple of rings.
I didn’t need a ceremony or even the rings.
I knew Jude and Forest were mine, but if they wanted a big party and ceremony, I'd give them whatever they wanted. Knowing them, we’d probably have a quiet ceremony on the ranch with our loved ones close just to show that they were mine and I was theirs forever.
That’s all I had ever wanted, to love and be loved in return.