Chapter 4 Milo
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Milo
Idon't think I've ever played hockey with a raging hard-on before.
Sure, when I was younger, I would get a little hard from the excitement of the game and the puck bunnies waiting after the game, willing to let me do anything I wanted to them.
But never a full-blown, hey, how you doing, throbbing in my jock strap, ready to burst out of my pants hard-on.
No, this new feeling is thanks to my incredibly sexy, fake fiancée, glaring at me every chance she gets. I'm not sure how I managed to get through the game with my cock fully erect, pressed against my hockey pads.
After the game, I quickly take a shower, eager to see Sea again. It wasn’t the best game I’ve ever played, especially with my sexy fake fiancée watching from the wives’ and girlfriends’ section.
I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to want the woman I’m dating to sit with the wives and girlfriends.
It was never anything personal—I just never felt that way about someone I was seeing before.
But with Sea, it feels different, like she was always meant to be there.
These strange feelings are messing with my mind and hurting my game.
I need to snap out of it before I do more damage to my professional career.
Besides, it’s just fake with Sea—I remind myself.
"Thanks for waiting for me." I step out of the locker room and see Sea sitting on a small bench in the hallway, waiting for me. "We need to make one stop first."
“What do you expect from your fake fiancée?" she shrugs, stands, and walks over to my side. "Besides, I need to protect you from all those evil puck bunnies who want to suck your cock.”
"Very funny." I can't help but smile at her ridiculous assessment of my love life.
“So, where are we heading?"
"To sign autographs. Where else? It's what I always do after a game."
“Ah, I see. Signing autographs is code for getting girls' phone numbers." Sea lifts her hands, making the universal air quotes. "Won't it seem strange if your fiancée," she again uses those damn air quotes, "is with you while you're collecting numbers? I can wait here for you if you'd like."
“Like hell you'll wait here for me. I'm really signing autographs, not trying to pick up women, especially in front of my fiancée—fake or not.”
She wisely looks ashamed of her accusations. "I guess I don't really know you. Besides, some guys are like that. They claim to love one woman, while hooking up with anyone who looks at them."
What kind of assholes has she been dating?
I don't realize I said those words out loud until I hear her reply. "The kind that will stick their dick in anything that moves and still claim to love me." The sadness in her voice makes me want to punch the asshole or assholes who did that to her.
I'm also pissed off that this broken-sounding woman has replaced my bratty little Miss Goody Two-Shoes.
"Fuck that," I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her along as I head to the signing area of the arena. Once I sit down at the table, I pull Sea onto my lap while I sign autograph after autograph, making sure everyone sees she's mine.
***
An hour later, the crowd had thinned out, leaving only a few players, Coach Halbur, and Lake milling around the arena. "Why don't you grab Lake, and we'll go for pizza to celebrate?" I reluctantly scoot Sea off my lap.
“Sure.” She gives me a nod before wandering over to where Lake is standing.
"Hey Coach, I'm taking the girls out for pizza. Do you want to join us?" I nod toward where Sea and Lake are standing, huddled together in conversation. Coach Halbur's eyes follow the movement.
“I don't know. I don't want to interrupt," he shifts his gaze back to mine.
“No, it's totally fine. I want to show off my new fiancée, and as my agent, Lake will be joining us.
But I don't want Lake to feel like a third wheel.
So technically, you'd be doing me a favor.” It's a bit of a stretch, but I don't mind.
I've seen the way Coach and Lake look at each other.
It's time for someone to give them a little nudge.
"Sure. As long as it's okay with the girls." His eyes dart back to where Sea and Lake are talking as they make their way back to us.
“I don't know what all that was about, with Sea on your lap, but the internet is buzzing with guesses about who your mystery woman is. Since no one has ever seen you act that way with a woman before. Also, Marty from Zearing Sports already sent me a text. It seems he recognized Sea from when she saved his company from going bankrupt a couple of years ago.” Lake glances up from her phone to share the good news.
"Oh my God! I love Marty. He's the sweetest." Sea gushes, causing me to grind my teeth as I think about her and sweet Marty.
“Come on. Let's get something to eat." I take Sea's hand, wanting to stop any talk about her with another man, even if he's seventy and has been married to the same woman for fifty years.
***
The Skyline Bar and Grill isn’t very busy tonight, giving me a chance to get to know Sea over a friendly game of foosball.
“You’re cheating! You can’t spin your guys.” Sea’s voice is filled with laughter as she accuses me of breaking the number-one rule of foosball.
“I’m a hockey player, not a foosball player.” I spin my guys again as she flicks her wrists, sending the ball flying past my players and into my goal for the winning shot. “Lucky shot.”
“You’re a professional goalie. It shouldn’t matter if you’re playing hockey, foosball, or any other game with a goalie—you have to know the rules.
” Her eyes shine with laughter, and I find myself liking this side of Sea, with the forest-green of her eyes looking at me as if she likes me instead of seeing me as a bug she wants to squish under her shoe.
“How about one more game, double or nothing?”
“I thought we were going to play partners.” She glances around the quiet room, only the sound of the hockey game on repeat coming from the television speakers. “Where did Lake and Coach Halbur run off to?”
I have an idea where they might have gone, but I’m not sure how Sea will react to the news about her sister sneaking around with Coach. I’m spared from answering as Lake and Coach head back to the foosball table from the hallway where the bathrooms are.
“Sorry, I, um, had something in my eye. Coach Halbur helped me get it out.”
“Did he help you button up your shirt, too?" We all follow Sea’s gaze to the mismatched buttons on Lake's shirt. “Because he didn’t do a very good job.” The laughter in Sea’s tone is unmistakable.
By the surprise looks on Coach Halbur's and Lake’s faces, it's clear they don’t see the humor in the situation. “I must have missed a button when I was freshening up.”
“You might want to adjust your skirt while you’re at it.” Sea’s eyes shift to Lake’s skirt. “It seems to be on backwards.”
Not wanting to miss out on the chance to tease Coach, I motion to the side of his cheek, “It looks like you have a little something there. It looks the same color as Lake’s lipstick.”
Sea doubles over laughing, while Coach Halbur scrubs at the smear of lipstick on his cheek, as Lake glares at me. Hey, it’s not my fault they got caught. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for both of them, but this is too good to pass up.
“I think it’s time we call it a night.” Lake grabs Sea’s arm, tugging her upright. “You can give me a ride home if you can stop laughing long enough to drive.” She mutters the last part, making Sea laugh so hard that tears roll down her face.
Not wanting the night to end, but knowing it has to sooner or later, I grab Sea’s other arm, patiently waiting as she catches her breath and finally stops laughing. “I have a thing at the community center tomorrow, and I want you there with me. I’ll pick you up at 10 am sharp.”
"Sure," she says, wiping at her eyes. “Do you want me to wear anything special?”
“You wouldn’t happen to have an elf costume, would you?”