Page 41 of One Good Puck (Denver Bashers #5)

Gavin

I glance across the ice behind the Bashers’ net. When I see Emma and Abby in their seats, watching the guys during warmup, I smile.

“You’re in a good mood tonight,” Jason says.

I turn to him. “Huh?”

Jason focuses on the team roster as he talks to me. “You’re smiling. You hardly ever smile during games.”

I clear my throat and frown, my gaze fixed on the ice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the pretty blonde sitting behind our net, who you keep looking at, would it?” He finally looks up at me, grinning. “That’s Abby, right? She and her daughter came with you to friends and family skate.”

I huff out a breath and try not to look as annoyed as I feel. Jason busts my chops from time to time, but never about my personal life.

“Yeah.”

He chuckles at my curt response. “She’s living with you, right? ”

I don’t miss the way his eyebrow quirks up. “How the hell did you know that?”

“Xander told me.”

I roll my eyes. “That guy is such a gossip.”

Jason chuckles and rests in hands in his suit pockets. “You know, my wife and I were roommates before we got together.”

“Good for you,” I mutter.

He laughs again before getting pulled into a conversation with Coach Sadler, the team’s goalie coach.

When I glance over at Abby, she’s taking a picture of Emma posing with Bella and Maya, who are sitting with them. A second later, Ryker skates up to them. Emma grins and waves excitedly at him, then stands up on her seat and turns around to show him the bedazzled number seven on her jersey.

He chuckles, then grabs a puck, signs it, and tosses it over the glass to her. Abby catches it and hands it to Emma, who’s grinning wide.

Usually, I don’t pay attention to what’s going on in the stands.

I’m so fixed on being as prepared as possible for the game we’re about to play.

But it’s fun to have Abby and Emma here.

Seeing how excited they are to attend their first professional hockey game reminds me of how fun this is.

Yeah, it’s a job for me, and I take it seriously. But it’s also meant to be a good time.

“There’s that smile again,” Jason taunts.

I glare at him. “Shut up.”

Warmup ends, and we get ready for face-off. Once the first period kicks off, I’m locked in. I’m focused on how the players are performing on the ice, calling out line changes, and consulting with Jason on plays.

We’re almost halfway through the first period when our guys manage to forecheck the opposing team, forcing a turnover. Xander takes possession of the puck and tears off toward their net. He fakes out the goalie before hitting the puck off the crossbar and into the net.

The home crowd cheers for the first goal of the game.

When I glance over at Abby and Emma, they’re on their feet, cheering. A second later, Abby looks at me and flashes the sexiest smile. She mouths, “Good job, Coach,” and flashes a double thumbs-up at me. I can’t help but chuckle and mouth back, “Thanks.”

A second later, Emma looks over and waves at me, a massive smile on her face. She jumps up and down and gives me a thumbs-up, just like her mom. Chuckling, I wave back at her.

An unexpected warm feeling wooshes through me. I think about what it would be like if Abby and Emma came to more games. If I got to see them waving at me and cheering me on.

That warmth burrows deep in my chest. It reminds me of how I felt when Nicole and Sophie would watch me when I was a player. It was the best feeling in the world, having my family in the stands, supporting me.

For a second, I wonder if it’s weird that seeing my friend with benefits attend one of the games I’m coaching is giving me those intensely warm and fuzzy feelings. Probably.

She’s just being supportive, like any good friend would. Don’t read too much into it.

Except Abby’s not just a friend. We’re sleeping together. I’m insanely attracted to her. Just one smile from her makes my heart race. Just one kiss from her makes me weak all over.

“Wow. Look at you. Laughing and smiling? During a game?” Jason jokes, pulling me out of my thoughts .

I don’t even bother to tell him off. I’m so happy that Abby and Emma are here that I don’t even care.

“Congrats on the win tonight, Coach Porter. That was a heck of a showing.”

I tell the reporter during post-game press thanks.

“This is your fourth win in a row. What do you attribute your current hot streak to?” the reporter asks.

“Hard work. Playing to our strengths, but also not ignoring our weaknesses. The guys are also really finding their rhythm in their respective lines.”

“Sports media caught you smiling and laughing during the game,” another reporter asks. “What caused that?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Jason fighting a smile.

“I was just happy about how our guys played,” I say.

“That shot of you smiling is trending on social media,” another reporter says. “Have you seen it?”

“Seriously?”

The reporter holds up their phone. I squint at the photo of me on social media and skim the comments.

Damn. Coach Porter is sexy when he smiles.

Grumpy AND hot hockey coach for the win.

More cutaways to Coach Porter during the game, please and thank you

Coach Porter, can I call you daddy? YUM

I let out a surprised, flustered laugh. “Jesus.”

The entire press room erupts in laughter. Jason is hunched over as he cackles. Even Ryker is chuckling.

I rub the back of my neck, embarrassed and amused. “Wow. Just…wow. ”

Everyone laughs again. Post-game press ends, and I head back to my office. When I check my phone, I see a message from Abby.

Abby: Hey there, hot coach :)

Me: Don’t tell me you’ve seen the comments about me on social media.

Abby: I have. And I have to agree with them. You are very, very hot.

I smile at my phone screen.

Abby: Congrats on the win, by the way! Emma had a blast. She can’t stop talking about the puck Ryker signed for her. She’s going to bring it to show and tell next week.

Me: That’s really cute. I’m so glad she had a nice time. Hopefully you did too?

Abby: Absolutely. Can’t wait to go to another one :)

Me: Does that mean you’re officially a hockey fan?

Abby: Yup! And hey, I have a little surprise for you when you get home. A little treat for you for winning tonight. Come straight up to your bedroom ;)

My dick twitches as I type out a reply.

Can’t wait.

When I walk into my bedroom, my eyes almost pop out of my head. Abby is sitting on the edge of my bed wearing that skimpy dress she wore the night we almost kissed.

My eyes go straight to her boobs, which are spilling out of the top.

“Hey, you.” Her voice is sweet and teasing.

I strip off my suit jacket and clear the space between us in less than two seconds. I lean down, cup her face in my hands, and kiss her until she’s panting.

“Hey,” I say when I break the kiss.

She smiles and bites her lip.

My gaze falls to her sexy-as-fuck cleavage. “Nice dress.”

“I saw how much you liked it the first time I wore it.”

“I love it. You look incredible in it.”

“It’s a little outdated.”

I shake my head. “Nope. It’s fucking hot.”

I lean up and strip off my dress shirt, pants, and boxer briefs. I grab her legs and pull her to the edge of the bed, closer to me. She lets out a soft squeal.

I lean down and kiss her. She laps her tongue against mine, slow and teasing. I groan.

I pull down the straps of her dress and run my tongue over her perfect tits.

“Oh god…Gavin…”

She likes it when I flick my tongue gently against her nipple, then give her a hard suck. So I do exactly that, then move to her other breast and do the same.

She’s writhing against my mouth, pulling on my hair. When I finally let up, I tug her dress off and toss it on my bedroom floor. When I see she’s not wearing anything underneath, my cock turns to steel instantly.

“No panties?”

She shakes her head, biting back a playful smile .

“Good girl,” I grit out. Then I grab her hands and lead her to stand up, then I sit on the bed and pull her to straddle my lap. I kiss gently between her breasts. “I want you to ride my face.”

Her cheeks flush. A shy smile pulls at her lips. “I’ve never done that.”

Gently, I cup her chin in my hand. “That’s okay. It’s pretty easy. Just hop on my face and grind your pussy on my mouth and tongue.”

She flashes a more relaxed smile.

I give her a soft kiss on the lips. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, Abby. I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

“I want to try it. I’m just nervous.”

“About what?”

She hesitates for a second. “Your face is going to be really close to my ass.”

I quirk up my eyebrow and grin, then give her ass cheek a gentle squeeze. “Exactly.”

She lets out a flustered chuckle. “Okay.”

I lie back on the bed and move her up to straddle my face. I hook my hands over her thighs and pull her pussy onto my mouth. She grips the headboard, steadying herself.

She gasps the second my tongue makes contact with her soaking wet slit. I start slowly, just to give her time to warm up. I glide my tongue up and down, then slowly circle her clit.

She gasps. It’s not long before her breathing turns ragged.

“Oh, Gavin…this is hot.”

I groan into her pussy. She whimpers, and her thigh muscles shiver around my head. I dig my fingers into her plump ass cheeks, groaning at how sweet she tastes.

My dick is titanium with how turned on I am. This is so damn sexy seeing Abby unravel as she tries facesitting for the first time.

There’s a pang in my chest at just how much it means that she trusts me enough to try this—that she trusts me enough to completely let herself go and surrender to the pleasure.

I work my tongue faster and faster over her clit.

It’s not long before she starts to shake and scream.

She’s coming hard on my face. She drives a hand into my hair, pulling hard as she grinds against my mouth.

I’m groaning like a feral beast. Fuck. This is such a turn-on, feeling her come this hard.

She falls forward slightly, hitting the headboard. It rattles softly against the wall.

I bury my face in her pussy and keep working my tongue in that steady rhythm that drives her wild.

When she starts to come down, I push her up my face and drag my tongue to her tight little asshole. Gently, I lap over it. I feel her tighten against my tongue and gasp above me.

But after a few seconds, she relaxes. Her breathing picks up. She starts to moan.

“Oh wow…that feels…that feels so good.”

I smile at the sweet sound of her voice. This woman is dangerously sweet and cute and sexy as hell.

I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them wider to give me better access to her asshole. I growl at having my mouth on the most intimate part of her body.

After a minute, I lift her off my face and slide her down my chest.

She’s flashing that flustered smile that’s so damn cute, it makes my chest ache.

“Did you like that?” I ask.

She nods.

“Good. We’ll do it again next time.” I grip her chin in my hand and lean up to kiss her. When we break apart, I look her in the eye. “Now get on your back and take all of me.”