Page 15 of No Pucks

“I’d never kiss and tell.” Cox steps into my space, looking up through his lashes at me. “You have nothing to worry about…” He rubs his tongue inside his cheek.

“No.”

His grin grows.

“I mean it,” I say through my teeth.

“Come on, who else do you know in the city?” He steps back and drags his gaze down my body. “You look like you need the stress release.”

“I don’t need anything.” Let alone for him to grab my dick and find out I’m half hard.

“I know you like it. You forget, I’ve seen how you act in bed.” There’s a curl to his words.

“How did I act?” I ask against all good judgement.

“Starved,” Cox whispers the word.

“I was not—” I cut myself off as flashes of that night fill my mind. Ihadbeen starved, but how had this guy seen through me in one drunken night? I’ve thought about it every night since. But I’m not starved now. No, I’m hungry, and that’s just as dangerous.

“You don’t have to admit it. I can see it in your eyes, Hawke.” He’s smug as fuck.

“You are?—”

“What?” he asks, the arrogance and joy reaching his eyes.

“A fuck.” I grab control of myself. “Who needs to put his focus on the ice and hockey.”

“Hockey, I can handle.” He’s good, but he needs to prove himself like everyone else on the team.

I believe in coming in without preconceived notions. “What if I’m the kind of guy who would stop you from playing because you pissed me off?” I can’t help the bite in my tone.

“I’ll have to be a good boy, then, won’t I?” Delight shines in his eyes—I walked right into that.

I put both hands up, palms towards him, as I take a step back. “We aren’t doing this. We are just coach and player.” I have to stay away from him, but how the fuck is that even possible when he’s on my team? I can’t boot him. Not only is he apparently one of the most promising incoming freshmen, but his family legacy is set in stone.

His mother will inherit majority ownership in New York’s major league hockey team, which makes Logan Cox royalty in this state. I’d be fired long before I could kick him off the team.

“Is that what you really want?” Cox steps with me, pressing his chest into my hands. He’s so cocky but happy and self-assured. He knows who he is and what he wants.

But he can’t have it.

I keep my eyes on his, the back of my neck prickling. “We need boundaries.”

“That’s not a no,” he muses.

“What does boundaries mean to you?”

“I can keep a great secret. We’ll have plenty of boundaries with the team.”

“I can’t… I need to know you won’t tell anyone.” This is it. I may have to deal with him blackmailing me.

“I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s all you’re worried about. I like my partners enthusiastic, not coerced.”

I breathe a little easier. “So we can leave this mistake behind us?”

“If you think I don’t know how turned on you are, you’re wrong.”

My skin prickles and heats. “Logan, we can’t.”

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