Riding Pine

A hockey player and a beaver walk into a bar…

I’m not a real beaver. I just play one for the Bloomburg Aspens.
You’d be surprised how many times I need to clarify that.
It’s not a traditional job, but between my yoga studio and playing the beaver, it pays the bills.
The beaver mascot gig also comes with one rule: Don’t reveal my identity to anyone.

Which wasn’t a big deal until I met this guy at the bar. A hot guy with a shy smile and a huge…wood.
Lukas Pine.
A hockey player for the Bloomburg Aspens.

He was only supposed to be a one-night stand, but we keep finding each other. Usually with our clothes off.
In my defense, I had to tell him. You should know you’re sleeping with the team mascot. Especially when the players aren’t supposed to know who I am.
Lukas is more than happy to keep it a secret, but there’s a new problem.

We’re not very good at hiding it.
And that’s when I learn riding pine isn’t always fun.