Page 13 of Press Your Luck

I turned back to Bo and gave him a wry grin. "I guess you're off too. Ruby and Laina are probably waiting." I forced a lightness into my voice, hoping he'd forgive me for sending a press mob his way.

He just shook his head and crossed his arms, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He was thinking of cruel and unusual ways to punish me. I was certain of it. It was unnerving.

"Yeah, well, I'm heading home myself." I turned away and headed to my car. As I drove away, however, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of foreboding. I had a feeling Bo was going to make me pay, one way or another. God, I hoped it wasn't with figure skating.

When I got home,I headed to the shower to wash off the game. I dunked my head under the spray, replaying the night in my head with special focus on how the Silver Nuggets played. Big Ed was their ace in the hole, but I had no doubt that if their confidence was built up, they wouldn’t need him. Could Naomi make Big Ed obsolete? I had no reason to think she couldn’t if the rest of the team supported her as their coach. As it was, it appeared she did have the team’s support. Only Big Ed was being a dick.

I remembered the way she stood up to him. He’d clearly been trying to intimidate her and she wasn’t having it. Her fierceness was inspiring and so fucking sexy. My dick hardened as I imagined her intense hazel eyes on mine, refusing to feel defeated by her loss or even second-guess the choice to remove Big Ed from the game.

Was she always like that or was it a function of surviving in a traditionally man’s world? What was she like outside the rink? Still strong and determined, I imagined. How about in bed? Was she a woman who liked to take control? Or would she surrender it to a man?

My dick ached to know. I gave it a stroke, closing my eyes as I imagined Naomi showing up in my bathroom, stripping down, and entering my shower.

In my fantasy, I took in her body, curve after curve, soft, luminous skin over lean, strong muscle. I groaned, my entire body lusting for this woman. My hands roamed over her, cupping sublime tits, pinching hard nipples my mouth watered to suck.

I slipped fingers through her pussy lips, finding her hot and wet. My dick pulsed with need to be inside her. I imagined pushing her against the tiles and wrapping her legs around my hips as I sank into her. My thumb and index finger stroked the tip of my dick, rubbing the rim hard and fast until my orgasm hovered on the edge. I slid my hand down to the base, holding it tight. I groaned in frustration but I wasn’t ready to come yet. Not yet. I wanted to imagine her coming, screaming my name as I plunged into and out of her.

I let my fantasy take over until once again, I was careening close to orgasm. I released my cock and lathered my hands with soap. Then I pressed one hand against the tiled wall for leverage, and the other I wrapped around my cock. I kept my hand still and used my hips to fuck my hand, imagining it was Naomi’s pussy.

God, it felt so fucking good. I rocked in and out, in and out, imagining her breathing picking up.

“Fuck me, Pierce. Harder ...”

I grunted as erotic electricity shot through me. I was so close. Too close. “Come on, baby.”

“Yes. God, yes.” At her imaginary cry of orgasm, I squeezed my dick harder as I thrust. Her pussy swallowed my dick, and with it, I came all over the tile, spurt after spurt.

Finally, I pressed both hands against the wall as I worked to catch my breath. As usual, I felt dirty at fantasizing about a woman so much younger than me. But Jesus fuck, I couldn’t remember having orgasms as strong as I’d been having since she began staring in my fantasies. I wondered what the real thing would be like. I probably wouldn’t survive it, but holy hell, what a way to go.

8

Naomi

Istood on the sidelines, watching the team as they ran through their drills with varying degrees of enthusiasm. I'd been concerned and defeated by the loss of our first game, but with my new strategies, we should be back on track if I could get the team on board.

But it wasn’t easy. I pushed them hard during practice, and some of them weren’t too happy about it, grumbling or groaning with each drill. Even so, most of them had worked hard and given their full effort. It was no surprise that Big Ed was the loudest of the grumblers, and he wasn’t shy about voicing his displeasure.

“We’ve been running drills all week, and I’m getting tired of it,” he complained. “We’re good enough as it is. It’s like Coach is overcompensating for something.” At the start of the week, Ed was more compliant. I think it hit him that Todd was going to support my decisions, and he realized if he wanted to play, he’d need to do what I said. But as the week wore on, he continued to work, but his attitude and mouth left something to be desired.

The other players muttered in agreement, and I was annoyed that they believed I was trying to overcompensate for being the first female coach of a hockey team. Not that it wasn’t true. There wasn’t a woman in history who busted through the glass ceiling by doing as well as a man. Women had to work harder, be more committed, and generate bigger results to be given any recognition. Along the way, the men fussed and called them bitches.

I was about to respond, but before I could, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“What’s the problem, Big Ed? Afraid you can't keep up?" Max said.

The team laughed, and Ed’s face reddened. "Fuck you, Blake. Or have you been fucking Coach Tits?"

Max made a move toward Ed, who grinned knowing he'd gotten to Max. Several teammates held Max back as I stepped between them.

“Are you done acting like a child?”

Big Ed looked at me with heat in his eyes. "It won't be long before this whole town hates you for making us lose and Mr. Marshall will get a new coach."

I shrugged like his words didn't impact me, but they did. He spoke to my fears. Fears I fought so that I could prove Big Ed and everyone else who doubted me wrong.

"Maybe you're right. But do you think another coach won't notice that you're not practicing? That you're huffing and puffing to keep pace because you're losing fitness by whining about having a woman as a coach?"

"Maybe I'll transfer. I bet the Buckaroos would take me,” Big Ed sneered.

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