Page 11 of Huge Pucking Play

I take a deep breath, wondering where to begin. How he spilled beer on me? How sweet he was to insist on buying me dinner? How huge his cock was?

"Well," I start, "it all began with him spilling his drink down my back. I thought it was this other asshole who was hitting on me so I whipped around like I was going to take his head off, but it was Garrett. And he was so apologetic."

Sophie smiles while she fiddles with the enormous engagement rock on her finger.

I went on to tell her the whole story, not leaving out anything. As best friends, we never hold back from each other.

I finished with,“And his nickname evidently is Huge, and he definitely lives up to it.”

“Damn, babe, that’s quite the story,” Sophie replies, looking all dreamy-eyed. She’s such a romantic. “Do you think you’ll see him again?”

I frown. “We didn’t exchange numbers and I don’t even know where he lives. We really didn’t share any personal information with each other. I don’t even think I ever told him my last name.”

“Well, that sucks,” Sophie says, frowning.

“I was in such a hurry to get back to you all after I ran up to his room to give him his coffee and to let him know I found you. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Do you know his last name? Have you tried to look him up?”

“I have but there are too many Garrett Hughes out there. Hughes is such a common last name,” I sigh. “I suppose it will just have to be an amazing memory and nothing else.”

“Garrett Hughes?” Sophie asks. “That name sounds familiar…but I don’t know why.”

“He’s older but so hot. I’m not sure how you would know him though.”

“Did you happen to take any pictures?”

“No, girl, but I wish I did. Would love to have a few of that impressive cock.”

I push through the doors of the Chicago Blades training facility, my mind still lingering on the Vegas memories I shared with Sophie. The familiar chill of the arena hits me, grounding me back in reality.

"Don’t forget the big meeting today, Cyn," Jake, one of the players, calls out as he jogs past.

"Thanks for the reminder, Jake," I call back, smoothing down my navy polo.

There are just a few minutes before the meeting starts and I pop into the restroom to put on a fresh layer of lip gloss. I think about the trip to the restroom in Vegas when I left without myphone. I still can’t believe I did that. Thankfully, I was able to replace my phone the next day, though I’m now five hundred dollars poorer.

The conference room is buzzing when I enter. I scan the faces, nodding at some of the players. My eyes land on Coach Martinez, who's grinning like he's just won the Stanley Cup.

"Alright, everyone, settle down," he booms. "I’ve got some exciting news. We've got a new addition to our coaching staff."

My heart rate picks up. New hire? That's unexpected. We usually hear about something like this before it actually happens.

As Coach waits for the guys to settle down so he can finish his announcement, I wonder who it might be. I didn’t know they were even looking for anyone. But, this group of players seems to be running Coach ragged so it makes sense he’d need to hire an additional coach to help.

"I'd like you all to welcome our new assistant coach..."

The door opens.

My world stops.

"Garrett Hughes!" Coach booms.

There he is. Garrett. My Garrett. From Vegas. Here. In Chicago. Coaching the Blades. What the actual fuck.

My breath catches. My pulse thunders in my ears.

Garrett's eyes sweep the room, landing on me for a moment. I see the flash of recognition, quickly masked.

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