Page 23 of Not My Coach

The older woman lifts her arms up and blows a kiss to my player, and I quickly put two and two together. Those must be his parents. He resembles his dad a lot.

My heart starts racing, and my palms are sweating uncontrollably as everything clicks in my mind. Evie turns back to Brett and waves, and that’s when I see the number on her jersey, the same one on the couple’s jerseys next to her—number 72.

Oh no. That can’t be right.

Maybe she found that jersey on the ground and happened to sit next to those two nice people. That’s it. It’s all just one big coincidence.

The lady throws her arm around the shoulders of Evie and squeezes her gently—motherly.

“Holy fuck,” I grumble, frozen in place.

Evie looks at me with confusion etched in her brows.

Gaining control of my body once again, I spin around as fast as I can and pretend to focus on the game. I applaud a few players for their smart moves, and I yell at that same goddamn worthless ref again when he misses one of the Thunder’s players elbowing ours in the face.

But it’s all for show because my heart is still pounding so loudly in my chest that I worry everyone can hear it.

Oh God, was I looking at her for too long? Did Brett notice?

This cannot be happening. Jesus Christ.

I don’t turn around for the entire rest of the game, I can’t. Because I fucked up on a major level. For God’s sake, I fucked my player’s sister. I should feel guilty, and a tiny part of me does. But in my defense, I didn’t know she was Brett’s sister. There’s still a small chance that might not be. I know I’m just trying to make myself feel better for the thoughts in my head because I still desperately want her in my bed again.

Is there a stronger word for blushing? Something that would describe how my entire body felt like it was on fire last night at the game when Nate looked at me.

What are the odds? Like, seriously? I met this amazing guy and had the best night of my life. We went our separate ways, although I could still feel him on my body and see him in the fading bruises on my backside. I accepted that fate didn’t have us in the cards for each other more than once. I accepted that if the universe wanted us to be together, then we would run into each other again. Then, I found out he’s my brother’s fucking coach!

Apparently, I hadn’t been specific enough. I didn’t mean to run into each other in a way that would give him a heart attack from seeing me again. Although I don’t think he knew right away.

When he turned around and we came face-to-face with each other, his eyes were burning like they had that night, and I thought, Fuck yes, I am going to get a second chance with this man.

Then, my mom, dad, and Brett had to be the cutest doting family and ruin my shot with him.

I saw the moment he realized who I was. You know the cartoon eyes when a character is so shocked that their eyes shoot out of their head? That’s what Nate looked like when he saw me again, and then realized that the woman he’d slept with was also his player’s sister.

It’s one thing if we had a short little hookup. Since it was a onetime thing, we had no boundaries, and we sure as shit didn’t hold back on any of our desires. He devoured me entirely, spanked me sore, fucked me raw, and was wearing the tie that he had choked me with as he drilled into me repeatedly.

Personally, I don’t have much of a dilemma with him being Brett’s coach. But the moral obligation doesn’t exist nearly as much on my end as it does his.

I’m sure there are rules for fraternizing with a player’s family, and he fraternized with me so goddamn hard.

Obviously, I’m not going to mention it to anyone. I don’t want him to get into any trouble, especially if I can find a way to get him to look past the small little detail of me being off-limits.

When Brett told Mom to stop by at practice to pick up some merch for our parents and me, I volunteered so fast to go in her place. He should be practicing right now, and he said that he left the bags of stuff with Laura Kostelecky in her office.

Innocently, of course, I plan to do a little snooping after I acquire the goods. I am the best older sister, and I want to make sure the facility is up to par for her star brother.

Walking into the doors of the arena, I am immediately greeted by security. I show them my ID, go through the metal detector, and am cleared to enter.

“I am supposed to be meeting Laura Kostelecky to pick up some stuff. Where would I find her office?” I ask the security guard politely.

He gives me precise directions, and I follow them to a T. This entire hallway is lined with offices. I spot a plaque with Laura’s name on it, but I don’t knock. I scoot past it instead and head to the ice rink.

A good big sister like me wants to check in and see how my little bro is doing.

As I walk down the tunnel to the ice, my heart is in my throat, and the butterflies in my stomach are trying to eat me alive.

The guys are skating on the ice, as expected. As far as what they are doing specifically, I have no idea. There are far too many of them out there to be scrimmaging.

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