Page 31 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Yeah,” I say, rolling out my shoulders, still tense as hell.
We have a game coming up in four days against the New York Titans, and we need to be in top fucking shape.
“Good,” Ace mutters. “Go grab a coffee. I’ll get the guys from the locker room.”
I nod again, but my body feels off.
Still wired. Still frustrated as hell.
I push a hand through my hair, forcing myself to shake it off.
This is my job. And she’s just another employee now.
I head back to the ice just as the guys hit the rink, their blades cutting through the surface, their voices echoing through the arena.
Beau taps his stick on the ice, already locked in.
Mason skates up, stretching out his shoulders. “What’s the plan, Coach?”
“Warm-up laps, then passing drills,” I say. “Let’s move.”
The guys take off, their movements smooth and practiced.
Ford and Mason skate alongside each other, already talking shit.
Tanner and Hunter shove at each other, laughing as they push the pace.
Asher and Ryder are grinning like they’ve already got some kind of bet going.
And I stand by the boards, watching, fighting to keep my focus where it needs to be.
Not on her.
Not on the blonde woman I had under me last night, moaning my name, clawing at my back.
Fuck.
I push the thought away just as Cam King, our team analyst, walks up beside me.
“Morning, Coach,” he says and leans against the boards.
I nod, still watching the guys. “Cam.”
“I just met the new mascot,” he says.
I go rigid. Cam doesn’t notice.
“She’s perfect for the job,” he continues. “Great energy. Team’s gonna love her.”
Something curdles in my stomach. I say nothing, just force myself to stay focused on the ice.
Cam keeps talking. “Seriously, she’s?—”
“Get back to work,” I mutter.
Cam chuckles, lifting his hands in surrender before skating off.
I exhale sharply, dragging a hand down my face.
