Cocky Shot: An Off Ice Novella
Date: 2018-07-24 07:00:00+00:00
Keywords: Romance
Description: Scott Demyan, one of the most polarizing players on the Dartmouth Cobras hockey team, has grown a lot over the past few years. He’s a family man. A father. A dedicated player. He’s become someone to look up to… But he’s still part of the Trouble Triplets. And behaving can get boring. What better way to spice up the summer than to take the rivalry developing with the team ‘rookies’ to the next level. A few harmless pranks should keep things interesting. Until what started as a joke gets a bit…cocky. In the most literal sense of the word. When the conflict draws the attention of not only upper m
Publisher: CreateSpace Publishing

Cocky Shot

The Dartmouth Cobras ~ A Cobra Short

Bianca Sommerland

COCKY COBRAS

The Dartmouth Cobras

Off Ice Novella

By

Bianca Sommerland

Copyright 2018, Bianca Sommerland

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Cover art by I’m No Angel Designs

Contents

Also by Bianca Sommerland

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

About the Author

Also by Bianca Sommerland

Also by Bianca Sommerland

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The Dartmouth Cobras

Blind Pass

Butterfly Style

Game Misconduct

Defensive Zone

Breakaway

Offside

Delayed Penalty

Iron Cross

Goal Line

Line Brawl

Also

Deadly Captive

Collateral Damage

The End

Celestial Pets: Evil’s Embrace

Solid Education

Street Smarts

Forbidden Steps

Rosemary Entwined

The Trip

Untamed (Feral Bonds)

Winter’s Wrath Series

Backlash

Diminished

Inversion

Acknowledgments

This year seems longer than most, and there’s been so much going on I wasn’t sure I’d ever get a book finished. The trademark battle was the first in a long line of roadblocks that couldn’t be ignored. Because those things were part of the romance community and I’ve always believed it could be better. That it was worth fighting for.

To my readers, who’ve supported me when I’ve spoken up about different things over the years, this book is for you. So many authors were writing ‘Cocky’ books in defiance, and I thought that was really cool, but I just kept thinking about the time I’d taken away from writing my next book. Time I thought was worth it.

I don’t want to forget that time, so I decided to add my own Cocky title, and include part of the Cobras’ story that comes before the next novel. As many of you know, the Dartmouth Cobras will be coming to an end after the next two books—not including this one—and this will be one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

But it will also be a new beginning, on a journey you’ve been on with me for almost ten years. A journey I wouldn’t be so excited for if you all didn’t love this team as much as I do. The Dartmouth Cobras are a huge part of who I am today. And as we continue down a different path, they’ll always be there.

To the readers who will still be there with them, thank you.

To Stacey, my dearest friend, without you, I don’t think I’d be taking this step. Thank you for listening to all my crazy ideas and believing in me, even when I couldn’t believe in myself. I treasure our friendship every single day and I’m so grateful to have you in my life.

And to my daughters, yes, I promise I will get some more sleep. And we can play that game, and listen to that music and dance and sing, and do all the fun things you wait patiently for me to do after yet another insanely long day. No matter how hard I work, you bring me back to what’s really important. Another day. Another memory. A balance that took me a long time to achieve, but I’ve mostly, kinda sorta found! Lol

I love you so much and you amaze me every day by how strong and compassionate you are. How you encourage me to fight for what I believe in. Like I’ve always taught you.

Some people are scared of what will happen with the next generation.

I’m not the least bit worried.

You’re an example of what the future holds. The story yet to be told.

And it will blow us all away.

Humboldt Strong.

Chapter 1

Mid-Summer

Nothing beat a pickup game of street hockey with some local teens in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, all brought together with the Cobras who’d stuck in town for the summer.

Well…except for pranking rookies.

Scott Demyan smirked as Dave Hunt shifted uncomfortably between the pipes. A few feet to the right of the young goalie, the youngest Cobra, one of the few Australians in the league, Heath Ladd, rubbed his side, obviously fighting the urge to scratch himself. Braxton Richards moved off to the left, red face and tugging at his snug grey Cobra T-shirt.

Poor kid looked so uncomfortable.

“Ya’all right there, Ladd?” Luke Carter, one of Scott’s best friends, sounded almost genuinely concerned. His crooked grin ruined it though. He cleared his throat, schooling his features as he rested his stick on his shoulder. “You need a break?”

Standing around the sides of the makeshift ‘rink’, the teens glanced between the players, some looking confused, others exchanging knowing looks. News had spread over the past few weeks about the pranks going back and forth between the ‘Trouble Triplets’—which Scott was part of—and the three youngest Dartmouth Cobras, who seemed to be trying to earn the title.

As far as Scott was concerned, they could have it. He’d finished playing these kinds of games when he’d hit thirty. Well, unless he needed to teach some cocky little punks a lesson. They thought they could best him with their childish antics? Ha!

He was a veteran hockey player and he’d been pranked by some of the best. A bit of rose powder in the guys’ shirts was just a preview of what was to come. Wouldn’t take long before they wished they’d never hacked his email account and offered every news outlet in Canada an exclusive interview about why he was leaving the Cobras to go play in Germany. Reporters had been camped outside his house for days when he’d refused to answer their stupid questions. His agent had about lost her mind.

And that wasn’t as bad as the sex toy sponsorship they’d signed Luke up for, photoshopped pics on a billboard and everything—which had almost gotten him fined—or the party they’d thrown at Tyler Vanek’s house for a bunch of college students. Not that they’d admitted to either, but he didn’t buy the innocent act.

After helping Tyler clean up the mess of his house with Luke, then sticking with him to make sure his Masters, Chicklet and Raif, understood he wasn’t to blame, Scott decided it was past time to put these kids in their place.

They’d start off slow. Give the punks a chance to come clean.

If they didn’t?

Gloves were coming off.

Ignoring Luke’s questions, the rookies stripped off their shirts, grabbing water bottles and emptying them over their heads. Cameras flashed and the crowd of teens started laughing and letting out teasing catcalls.

Luke leaned against the brick wall of one of the apartment complexes, watching the rookies with a slanted smile. He tipped a bottle of Gatorade to his lips, then reached over to rub Tyler’s back when the youngest of their trio bent over, laughing so hard he was gasping. Ladd was trying to shield himself with his soaked T-shirt, while scratching like a puppy with fleas, which was freakin’ hilarious.

Vengeance is sweet.

Folding his arms over his chest, Shawn ‘Easy’ Pischlar, the oldest member of the team who’d come out to play, gave Scott a level look. “I can’t see this ending well.”

“Aww, it’s harmless.” Scott shrugged, nodding his thanks when Pisch handed him a bottle of water. “And this’ll make them easier to deal with during the season. Imagine them pulling the shit they’ve pulled on us with White. He’d lose it.”

Stroking his jaw, Pisch nodded slowly. “True. But what makes you so sure it’s them?”

“Motive.” Scott checked to make sure Tyler had calmed down, then brought his attention back to Pisch. “Technically, Luke started this. He cut all their laces at the end of the season, but that was just an official way to tell them they were one of us.” He shook his head. “They’ve taken it too far.”

“I see.” Pisch looked past him, his lips quirking. “Game’s over.”

“Huh?” Scott followed his gaze.

Oh shit.

Dominik Mason, team captain and pretty much Ladd’s adoptive father—he was in the process of legally adopting Ladd’s younger siblings—cut through the crowd, practically growling at the reporters before moving to shield Ladd from view. The muscular black man had been the team’s enforcer before being chosen to lead the team, and he still had the edge that made him so dangerous on the ice.

Off the ice he was calmer, but as one of the many players in the BDSM lifestyle, and a Dom, his calm was much more frightening than his rage.

And he looked perfectly calm as he looked around, spotted Luke, Tyler, then Scott, and gestured them over.

“What’s going on here?” He grabbed a towel from the edge of the refreshment table, handing it to Ladd before locking his gaze on Scott. “Did you do this?”

Scott wasn’t a liar.

He also wasn’t an idiot.

Rubbing his hands over his lips, he glanced over at Luke, who shifted uncomfortably.

A few steps behind him, Tyler had gone white.

He wasn’t going to be much help either.

Scott sighed. “Look, Mason, we’re all just having some fun. It’s been a long summer. The kids have pulled a few pranks and we’re just getting back at them. No hard feelings, right Ladd?”

Ladd rubbed the towel roughly over his chest, his curly reddish-blonde hair spilling in damp strands over his face as he scowled at the street. He wasn’t a big talker on a good day, never mind when he’d been humiliated.

Scott would almost feel bad if he didn’t remember how stressful getting his step-daughter past the mob of reporters parked on his lawn had been. She was only seven and the crowd had scared her. Even with two professional hockey player fathers—only Zachary Pierce, the man who’d married her mother, could officially claim the title, but Scott was never treated as less—she’d never been exposed to the insanity of the media until this summer.

It was a lot harder to feel pity when he recalled the terror on his daughter’s face as the paparazzi had tried to cut his car off a block away from their house. The only reason he wasn’t angrier was because he doubted the rookies had planned for it to get that bad.

Unlike Ladd, Hunt wasn’t shy. He stepped up to Scott and slammed his hand into the center of Scott’s chest. “We haven’t pulled any fucking pranks. I thought you’d dropped the stupid accusations. That you just wanted to come out here and have fun. Do something cool for the community. What the fuck, man?”

“You’re full of shit, Hunt.” Tyler joined Scott, glaring at the young goalie. “Funny the chick you’ve been fucking showed up at ‘my party’, huh? I guess that’s just a coincidence?”

“Yes! There aren’t many colleges around here. And I only went out with her once!”

“And the pictures on that billboard just happened to be taken at the barbeque I invited you to, right?” Luke’s tone sharpened as he moved close to Scott’s other side. “Face it, you wanted to get back at me for cutting your fucking laces. You thought you were being cute, but you pissed off the wrong guys. Enjoy the rest of your summer, kids.”

Richards came over, much calmer than Hunt, but sounding almost hurt. “So this is how it’s gonna be from now on? I thought we were friends.”

“We were.” Luke’s jaw ticked. He jerked his chin toward the edge of the crowd. “You gonna sic your boyfriend on us?”

Richards’ throat worked as he looked over at the cop car that had pulled up. “No. And don’t call him that. Carter… Look, man, I fucking hate that you think I had anything to do with the shit that was pulled on you. I still consider you a friend.” He paled as the crowd thinned, letting the detective pass. Several reporters had taken the place of the teens the guys had been playing with, moving closer, likely expecting some drama to report on. “Please don’t out me. Don’t out him. We’re not…we’re not there yet.”

Some of the heat left Luke’s hard gaze. He inhaled slowly, voice low. “I wouldn’t do that. No matter how pissed I am…” He pressed his eyes shut. “Fuck this, I’m going home.”

Luke took off. Scott moved to follow, but Mason put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

The big man let out a deep sigh. “Demyan…Scott, this has to stop. I like you. I like your boys and I respect your man. But the team comes first and we can’t start the season like this.”

Scott ground his teeth, but didn’t look at the other man. He couldn’t without making things worse. “I didn’t plan on it.”

“Good. Then go cool off. I’ll talk to the rookies—”

“I’m not a rookie anymore.” Hunt approached Ladd, glancing over at him, then away. “And there’s nothing to talk about.”

“Stop acting like a rookie and we won’t call you one, Goalie.” Mason’s sharp tone had the young goaltender dropping his gaze and standing silently at Ladd’s side, idly scratching his neck. Mason pressed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “We’ll discuss this again some other time. I need to know what they did—” He stilled as Ladd lifted his head with a glare. “—what you think they did.”

“Yeah. Sure. I’m right on that.” Scott reached out and grabbed Tyler’s arm, knowing the kid wouldn’t move with Mason’s looming presence triggering all his submissive urges. He’d been fine speaking up to Hunt, but he wouldn’t take on the captain.

Actually, he probably wouldn’t have gotten involved in the revenge plot at all if Scott hadn’t talked him into it. Scott frowned as they walked back to his car. Luke’s, which had been parked beside it, was already gone.

“Chicklet and Raif are going to lock me in the basement for the rest of the summer.” Tyler leaned against the side of the car and rubbed his hands over his face. “With a cock cage and a gag and—”

“And Laura, giving you that disapproving look that’s more effective than anything?” Scott chuckled before mussing up Tyler’s spiky blonde hair. “They won’t do that. But they might punish you if Mason rats you out. Sorry about that.”

Tyler groaned. “Don’t be. I wanted in. It was fun hanging out and planning this together.” He tipped his head back. “When all those people showed up at my house, I had no clue what to do. I’ve been working my ass off to make sure things are good there, you know? That Raif feels…safe. Losing his sight changed things I’d never thought of. Leaving something lying around can hurt him. He’s still learning to use the cane. Learning how to let Thora lead him…”

Scott’s throat tightened. He remembered getting the specially trained dog for Raif with Tyler and Luke. Raif had joined the team as an insanely good acquisition because he’d been one of the best shots in the league. That had ended after he’d cracked his skull on the ice and lost his vision. His career was over.

Thankfully, he hadn’t been home during the party, but he’d returned with Chicklet while Tyler was still trying to restore the house with Scott and Luke. He’d been shaken. Played it off as irritated, but any change to the one place familiar enough for him to feel safe in permanent darkness threw him off.

Having it invaded that way? Not knowing where he could walk without slamming into something that shouldn’t be there?

Tyler wasn’t a vengeful person, but anyone who hurt the man, or the women, he loved? No holds barred.

Still, it was impossible to look at Ladd, Hunt, or Richards and not wonder if they were punching down on a bunch of kids. The rookies hadn’t meant any real harm. They didn’t know how crazy things could get. Maybe, now that they’d gotten a taste, they’d know better.

Scott could keep this going indefinitely. Luke and Tyler would follow any crazy plan he came up with and he knew it. He’d been looking forward to trying out some new pranks, harmless stuff, really, but that would only escalate the situation.

Hunt finding his truck in a public pool wouldn’t be terribly—

Nope. Done. I’ll be the adult and end this now.

Climbing into the passenger seat, Tyler eyed Scott as he got behind the wheel. He sighed and thunked his head against the back of the seat. “It’s over, isn’t it.”

Inclining his head, Scott started the car. “Yeah. Mason’s right. We can’t start the season like this and there’s only a few weeks to make peace.”

“Not sure I want to.” Tyler hunched his shoulders and stared out the window. “Chicklet’s favorite vase got broke at the party.”

Spitting out a laugh, Scott punched Tyler’s shoulder to get him to stop sulking. “It did not. Luke broke it while we were cleaning. And he replaced it before she’d even noticed.”

“I guess.” The edge of Tyler’s lips quirked. “Still. Adding coloring to Ladd’s body wash and watching him walk around looking like a Smurf for a few days would’ve been hilarious.”

“True.” Scott chuckled, picturing it. He’d been impressed that Tyler had come up with that one, researching ways to do it safely and everything. Ah well. “I’m serious, though.”

“So, we’re done?”

“Yep.” Scott pulled onto the road, a tight smile on his lips. “We’re done.”

Chapter 2

“This isn’t over.” Dave Hunt paced the length of his basement room and eyed the punching bag hanging just off the lounge area, needing to hit something. Even after a shower, his skin was blotchy red and he had to fight not to scratch. He ground his teeth as he noticed Ladd rubbing his neck and shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. Seeing anyone fuck with Ladd got his blood boiling.

He’d never told the guy, he didn’t want to make things weird, but he liked it when they were on the ice and he had an excuse to slam into opponents a little harder than necessary when he saw them go after the rookie. Not that it happened often, Mason kept an eye on his ward, but Dave had decided to pick up the slack when he and Ladd stopped butting heads. He wasn’t even sure why they’d been so tense with one another. Except for the way Ladd smiled. And teased him. And stood too close, which made it hard to breathe…

He wouldn’t think about that now. Ladd had asked Mason to drop them off here, where Dave lived in the basement apartment Coach Shero and his wife had set up for him. Was a pretty sweet place, and he didn’t have to pay for it. He just did stuff around the house and the yard, helped with shopping, whatever he could to earn his keep since all his money was stuck in a lawsuit.

Against his father, who’d bought a hotel in his name.

Complicated shit. Better to focus on taking the ‘Trouble Triplets’ down.

“Stop pacing, Hunt. You’re making me dizzy.” Richards held a bottle of water against his thigh, which he’d scratched raw under the bottom of his shorts. Itching powder and sweating meant the shit had gotten everywhere.

Thankfully, none of them were allergic to whatever that goddamn stuff had been.

Those fucking assholes!

“I didn’t mean speed up.” Richards laughed as Ladd grabbed Dave’s wrist and tugged him to sit by his side on the sofa. With a little smile on his lips, Richards observed them while Dave inched over to give himself some space. “Thank you, Ladd. Think you can keep him there?”

Ladd glanced over at Dave. “No.”

“No? Just that one word? Why the fuck do you have to be so cryptic, Oz?” Dave groaned when Ladd just stared at him. The young Aussie player seemed to think his one-word answers were enough, but Dave always tried to figure out a deeper meaning behind them. Maybe there was none, but that stare told him otherwise. “Do you like the new nickname?”

“It’s all right, mate.” Ladd’s lips curved slightly as Dave held his hands up in relieved exasperation. “Better?”

“A bit. Let’s see how much you participate in this conversation, though.” Dave leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. “They’re coming at us because they think we pranked them. All I did was call a sex toy company and tell them Carter wanted to try out some of their products.”

Richards stepped over and sat on the coffee table. “He got a sponsorship and a billboard.”

Dave winced. That hadn’t been planned. “Okay, I thought it was going to be a small ad. In the newspaper or somewhere no one would see.”

Instead, Carter had ended up on the side of a warehouse in the speedos Dave had photoshopped on him, with the words ‘We’ve got more than sticks to play with’ underneath his reclined body. Carter’s manager had it taken down in less than an hour, but team management had still lost their minds.

If he had any money, Dave would’ve offered to pay the fine. He wished he could’ve at least gone and told Carter he was sorry, but the entire team was told not, under any circumstances, to discuss it.

They thought it had just been a sleazy trick by the company. Everything was settled behind closed doors.

Dave felt bad, but he’d just wanted to get Carter back for cutting their laces, which made them all late to hit the ice and got them in trouble with the coach. No way would Dave rat the man out, but revenge? He was all over that.

“Carter being on a billboard sucked, but it was over pretty quick.” Richards scratched his neck and sighed. “Besides being itchy as hell, I have to explain to my manager why I was stripping in front of teenagers. In front of the media.”

Yeah…so do I. Dave rubbed his thighs. His new agent was a nice guy, but he’d taken the job knowing he wouldn’t get paid for a while. He had faith that Dave would make a good goalie and taking a chance on him would pay off.

Shit like what happened today? He might start rethinking things.

“Mason’s pissed.” Ladd’s jaw ticked and he folded his arms tight against his chest. “What if he’s done?”

Here we go again. Dave leaned over and nudged Ladd’s shoulder. “Done what?”

Ladd stared at his bare feet. “With me. And Kimber. And…and Bran.”

Damn it, Ladd shouldn’t have to worry if his little brother and sister would lose their home because of a stupid prank. Was Mason really that much of an asshole? Dave didn’t know him well, but the man seemed strict. Still, Bran was like…four? Would Mason really stop the adoption process because the little boy’s big brother had gotten in some trouble?

“Hey, that’s not gonna happen.” Richards put his hand on Ladd’s knee. “He wants us to work things out. He won’t leave you and the kids on your own because of this. He’s a good man.”

“Yes.” Ladd nodded slowly. “But we aren’t his problem.”

“He doesn’t think you’re a problem.”

“How do you know?”

Dave pushed off the sofa. Richards rubbing Ladd’s knee like that pissed him off for some reason. Or maybe he was just pissed. He could go for a drink, but the calories would kill his diet and they had photo shoots for the team coming soon. He had to look his best and a beer gut wouldn’t help.

He went to his mini fridge and grabbed a can of diet root beer. Not much better, but he allowed himself one every few days. He took a long gulp, then slammed the can on top of the fridge. “This isn’t over.”

“You said that already.” Richards looked at him over his shoulder, finally moving his hand from Ladd’s knee. “If we keep this going, it’ll only get worse.”

“No. They’ll know not to fuck with us.”

“Or…” Richards held up one finger. “We end it and play nice.” He gave Dave a big, hopeful smile. Which tightened as his phone buzzed and he looked at it. “Fuck.”

“What’s up?” Dave crossed the room and crouched at Richards’ side as he opened his email.

Richards read it to himself quickly and groaned. “There was a clause in my contract about ‘appropriate behavior.’ My manager just let me know she can’t represent me anymore because of certain ‘new revelations’. And she included a YouTube video.”

This just gets better and better. “Of us tearing off our shirts because of the fucking itching powder?”

“No…” Richards inhaled slowly. “Of me on stage at a strip club. I didn’t think anyone had recorded that, but apparently, soon as what happened today got out, someone loaded the footage and it got a ton of views.”

“So Ladd’s afraid he’s gonna be homeless and you just lost your manager.” Dave wondered if he was about to get screwed over somehow. Maybe coach would make him leave. Then he and Ladd would both be homeless. He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “You still wanna play nice?”

Slamming his phone down on the table beside him, Richards winced as it cracked. Then slowly lifted his head. “Fuck that. It’s on.”

Dave grinned. Then he reached out and took hold of the back of Ladd’s neck, giving him a little squeeze because he still looked shook. “Hey, I got you. We’ll keep you out of this so Mason won’t ditch you, all right?”

Ladd shook his head. “If he’d throw us out because I’m standing by my friends?” He met Dave’s eyes. “Then we shouldn’t be there.”

“That’s my man.” Dave rubbed Ladd’s neck, then stood. “We’ve got that photoshoot coming up in a few days, right?”

Both Ladd and Richards nodded.

“Good. I have an idea.”

Chapter 3

“I’m happy you all agreed to be here this weekend.” Rebecca Pierce stood at the far end of the huge penthouse room, glancing down at her clipboard as she spoke, her tone as crisp and professional as her charcoal grey skirt suit. “This photo shoot was originally scheduled with several other players in mind, but as you know I had to call in replacements last week. Which would be you, Tyler, you, Heath, and, you, Dave. I hope you’ve read over the details I sent you?”

Scott pulled his gaze away from the woman he loved long enough to observe the other men’s nods. This project hadn’t been something he’d wanted to be part of, but when Silver Delgado had asked Becky to oversee it for her, he’d been first in line. He didn’t mind being in front of the camera, though being the center of attention wasn’t as appealing as it used to be. He was too old to spend all his time on the front cover of gossip magazines, and posing for those thirst trap ‘sports’ articles in the past had way too many men and women thinking they could get a piece of him.

Those days were over.

But this wasn’t that kind of photo shoot. Sure, there would still be some oily, athletic shots. He had to keep the fans happy, and his agent had gone over the Q&A that would be included to make sure he sounded fun and approachable. Which he was, but he wasn’t doing this for anyone besides Becky. She needed him to tough out a few hours posing for the camera. Make sure his teammates didn’t give her a hard time.

Too bad there hadn’t been better options for which teammates he’d have to deal with.

Their man, Zach, loved Becky as much as he did, but he’d decided to stay home with their daughter. Which meant Scott had to recruit Luke, then Tyler, to fill in. Not many of the players stuck around Dartmouth during the offseason, so filling the last three spots had been tricky. Mason should have been here, but his older brother had made a surprise stop in Chicago, so he’d asked to be excused.

Max Perron, another team favorite, had called Becky the other day because his son was colicky and no one was sleeping much. Becky immediately told him not to worry about it. And took Sloan Callahan, the assistant coach, off the list as well.

Richards was easy on the eyes and the camera loved him, so obvious choice right there. Hunt and Ladd? Scott wasn’t sure how they’d do. Ladd’s lack of communication skills might be an issue, but Scott was more worried about Hunt’s attitude. The kid had a temper which made him risky on the ice and, at times, a source of tension in the locker room. He wouldn’t last long in the league as a goalie if he didn’t cool it.

Thankfully, the team had an amazing starting goalie, Landon Bower, Becky’s brother. He had his moments, but more often than not, when he stepped between the pipes, the rest of the world seemed to disappear. He didn’t hear the crowd jeer if sloppy defense let a soft one through. At one point, he might have gotten growly, but over the years he’d gained the steadiness every team needed from their netminder. The ability to look at the game in its entirety, rather than get tripped up by one bad goal.

He would’ve looked great in the national sports magazine doing a spread on the Cobras, but he didn’t like getting in front of the camera if he didn’t have to and his big sister being in charge meant he was off the hook.

This might be the best thing for the team though. Scott and his men, stuck at a hotel for two days with the rookies. Taking photos in random locations, at different times, getting their hair messed with, a variety of outfits shoved at them, and being tugged around like they were really big Barbie dolls.

Yep. Perfect bonding moment.

He sighed and went over to the rack of suits, nodding politely as the wardrobe lady explained how expensive the material was and how much work had gone into each thread.

“Stop frowning, Scott. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

Scott snorted. Sounded like something Luke would say, but it was Becky, wrapping her arms around his bare waist and kissing his shoulder.

“If this doesn’t prove I love you—”

“And I love you too, but I can’t stay for long. Casey heard Westy isn’t feeling good and wants to go see him. Since Zach just got over a bad cold, he doesn’t want to risk being around the baby. I told him he’d be fine, but—”

“—but you’ve been working hard and you need your baby fix. It’s all right.” He turned and pulled her into his arms. They usually weren’t this affectionate in public—she was a married woman, after all—but she’d come to him first, which meant she trusted the people here. “I’ll make sure the boys behave.”

“Please do.” She let out a sigh of relief, rising on her tiptoes to brush her lips over his. “What about you, Mr. Demyan? Do you need a baby fix?”

His cheeks heated as he considered the suggestion he’d made after one too many glasses of wine on date night. Their daughter, Casey, had spent the night at her uncle’s and he, Becky, and Zach has gone to a fancy restaurant in St. Johns, Prince Edward Island. A long drive for steak and lobster, but having a bit of privacy was worth it.

After driving them there, Scott had decided to indulge in a bottle of wine with Becky to celebrate his extended contract, since Zach would be the designated for the drive home. But as the wine flowed, they decided to stay in a nice little hotel overnight. He was in a chatty mood when they all stretched out on the king-sized bed.

Brushing his lips down Becky’s shoulder, Scott shuddered as Zach grazed the back of his neck with his teeth. Being between them, all buzzed from the alcohol, he was both fucking hard and too lazy to move much. Weeks of training to get back in game form, being a fulltime dad, and doing every charity his manager came across, kept him going non-stop.

He needed a moment to put life on hold and just be with the man and woman he loved.

Resting his head on the pillow, he sighed and brought his hand to Becky’s stomach. Hearing Luke talking about how scared and excited he was to be a dad made Scott wonder sometimes…

Casey was his daughter in every way. He didn’t need a baby to have a child of his own.

Giving her a little brother or sister would be awesome though. She’d be an awesome sister.

You’ve had way too much to drink, Demyan.

He smiled to himself. Maybe, but he could picture it. Casey laughing and holding out her arms as a tiny thing with pudgy cheeks ran to her…

“Uh oh.” Becky tipped his chin up with a slender finger. “He’s got that look.”

Behind Scott, Zach sat up. “What look?”

“The same one Max used to get in his eyes when he, Sloan, and Oriana were trying to have a baby.” Becky smiled and leaned forward to kiss Scott’s lips. “He’d look at her stomach as though imagining what could be. It was adorable.”

Scott remembered those days. Now Max had his adopted son and his dreams of a family had come true. The man was an amazing father.

But Scott already had all that. Had more than he’d ever imagined.

“She’s not pregnant, Scott.” Zach whispered in his ear. “And has no plans to be.”

Brow furrowed, Scott glanced over his shoulder at Zach. “How do you know?”

“I know everything about her body. It makes playing rough much safer.” Zach’s lips curved. “I also went with her when she got her IUD put in. You opted out because the gynecologist ‘is creepy’.”

“The office is. I never met the dude.” Scott inhaled slowly, feeling dizzy again. Freakin’ wine. He pressed his eyes shut as Zach resumed kissing along his throat. “Those things can come out if she changes her mind, right? Like if we all wanted a baby?”

“She doesn’t, so it won’t.” Zach bit the side of Scott’s neck. Hard. “She’s focused on her career. You know that.”

Groaning, Scott nodded. He wasn’t even sure why he’d asked. But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. “We could adopt a baby.”

Zach let out a heavy sigh. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you? Can’t you go through your midlife crisis like any normal, cocky asshole? Buy an expensive car. Start wearing jean jackets.”

Becky chuckled, her voice low and husky, the way she looked at Scott sending a gentle caress of warmth down to his groin. “He’s barely thirty, that isn’t ‘mid-life’. And the solution could always be him having the baby.”

All right, the nice buzz was gone. Scott stared at her. “What?”

The lips on his throat moved away. Zach was probably staring too.

Another chuckle and Becky laid her head on the pile of fluffy white pillows. “Sahara was telling me about these books where one of the guys gets pregnant. I borrowed a few and some are very…interesting.”

She’s joking, right? He’d definitely drank too much if he was doubting that, even for a second.

But Zach was making a deep, thoughtful sound. “That’s not a horrible idea.”

I am in the twilight zone.

“Becky’s talking about sci-fi, or…or I don’t know what, but that’s not a thing. I don’t have the…” Scott gestured down at his body. “Right parts.”

“I am aware.” Zach’s lips quirked as he rose up, leaning over Scott. “But we all enjoy some role-play, and you need a distraction.”

“Scott?” Becky’s soft voice was close. The feel of her against him, while Zach stripped him naked, kept his senses from focusing. Kept him from focusing.

A low command from Zach had Becky slowly shedding the pretty, lilac summer dress she’d worn for date night.

With no panties.

Scott groaned as she moved closer to his face. Almost close enough to taste, but Zach refused to let Scott touch her.

Yet.

“Scott?” A firm shake. Becky laughed as Scott blinked at her. “Welcome back.”

They weren’t in the hotel room anymore. Well, not that hotel room anyway. They were still in the suite, getting ready for the first photo shoots.

And everyone was dressed in their fancy suits.

Except him.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, sorry. My mind drifted.”

Becky’s gave him that little smile he loved so much. One that was both teasing and understanding and showed how well she knew him. She took the suit from the assistant standing nearby and held it in front of Scott, mercifully hiding his straining erection. “I’ll leave Luke in charge until you’re dressed—”

“Luke?” Scott stared at her. “Why not the rookie? Or better yet, the pizza delivery guy?”

“Hey!” Luke poked his head out around the lady fixing his tie. “I heard that!”

“Good. Then you agree it’s a bad idea.”

“I sure do.”

Snorting, Becky patted Scott’s cheek. “If you’re worried, hurry up. I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep them out of trouble.”

“But Scott gets to get in trouble?” Luke called out as Becky was leaving. She gave him an amused look before continuing out the door. “She’s biased.”

“Ya think?” Tyler sighed as a tall, skinny man with smooth black skin, white hair, and long lashes, named Benoit, fussed with his strategically mussed up blond spikes. “My hair is good, man. But the Aussie looks like he needs help with those curls. You spent all that time making them look all nice and bouncy too!”

Ducking into the massive bathroom, Scott tried to listen through the door as he quickly changed, hoping Tyler wasn’t gonna mess with Ladd too much. The kid seemed uncomfortable around a lot of strangers in these settings. This couldn’t be easy for him.

Thankfully, Luke was on it. His shout could be heard clearly through the door. “Tyler, lay off him. Ladd, quit fidgeting. And Hunt, if you throw that at Tyler, you’ll regret it, I fucking promise.”

Not even five minutes and there are threats. Awesome. Scott hurried out, not bothering to do up his shirt, his tie still in his hand. On a big white armchair by the window, Ladd was staring up at Benoit and shaking his head, cheeks a blotchy red. Hunt was glaring at Tyler, who was glaring back while Luke stood between them.

Richards was sitting at the vanity, touching up his eyeliner under the watchful eye of one of the makeup artist, who was smiling and giving him tips.

At least someone was enjoying this.

Focusing on the tense scene developing, Scott silently counted to ten, in bad French, before approaching the men. He snatched the empty can of soda Hunt had been about to toss at Tyler, pointed to a chair near Ladd, then turned to Tyler once the goalie had taken a seat.

“You’re being a jerk, chill the fuck out.” He leaned closer when Tyler folded his arms over his chest, a stubborn set to his jaw. Speaking quietly so only Tyler could hear, Scott held the young man’s gaze. “Do I need to call Chicklet? Raif? Both?”

Tyler’s lips parted. He inhaled roughly, letting his arms fall to his sides. “No.” He lowered his gaze. “Sorry, Ladd.”

“It’s okay.” Ladd squared his shoulders, cringing as Benoit began painstakingly arranging his curls again. “Don’t make me look pretty. Please.”

Benoit paused, giving Ladd a concerned look. “I’m afraid to ask why you’re worried about that, hon. Don’t be. You’re a handsome young man. Are you afraid of what your teammates will think?”

Ladd nodded. Then shook his head. “Not here.”

“Ah…I see.” Benoit went to grab a cloth from his huge bag of supplies and wiped his hands clean of whatever he’d been about to put in Ladd’s hair. “How about we just use water? Make your hair look a bit like it naturally would after you’ve been skating hard?”

The tension eased from Ladd’s shoulders. He gave Benoit a small smile. “I’d like that.”

Hunt chose that moment to crush the can.

Scott arched a brow at him.

The goalie scowled at the floor.

It’s like that, is it? Scott rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. Now wasn’t the time to dig into Hunt’s whiplash shift between acting like he hated Ladd, to being overprotective and jealous. For the next few hours they’d be taking pictures around the suite, then in different parts of the hotel. This wasn’t going to be much fun, but for Becky he’d damn well make sure the photo shoot went perfectly in her absence.

His drunken baby talk had been made up for with the use of his tongue, until his mouth was sore and her legs were shaking, but he figured he still owed her.

Today and every day.

She never stopped making him feel like the luckiest man alive.

He could give her this.

Chapter 4

“You’re not coming.” Dave stood blocking the door to the smaller suite he, Richards, and Ladd had been given to spend the night. As soon as he’d said he was ready to begin his plan, both men had grabbed their shoes, but this was a solo mission. “I’m just gonna get some quick pics. I’ll explain later.”

“On your crappy phone?” Richards shook his head. “Not sure what you’re doing, but at least take mine. I…” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and groaned. “Forgot I broke it.”

“Here.” Ladd stepped forward and held out his phone. “Mine’s good.”

Dave hesitated. He’d wanted to avoid connecting the prank to either man if things got messy. Which shouldn’t happen, but his life had become a series of fucked up events, so he left nothing to chance. His phone was cheap and could be destroyed. Mason had given Ladd the newest iPhone.

Not exactly disposable.

Richards cleared his throat as Dave continued to stare at Ladd’s outstretched hand. “We’re in this together, buddy. Take the phone.”

Inhaling slowly, Dave took the phone, blinking as Ladd’s hand closed over his. Ladd met his eyes.

“Be careful.”

A soothing warm stole up Dave’s arm. His lips curved as he held Ladd’s concerned gaze. “Always am.”

Ladd snickered and shook his head. “Bullshit.”

“Maybe. But I ain’t trying to get traded.” He reached out with his other hand to squeeze Ladd’s shoulder. “This is gonna end the pranks once and for all. Then we can move on and have a good season. I promise.”

Smiling a little, Ladd inclined his head and took a step back. The trust in his eyes was heady. Dave just hoped he deserved it. He sounded a lot more confident than he felt.

Heading up to the roof where there was a hot tub and a private sitting area for the penthouse guest, Dave swiped his card and quietly opened the door. He held on to, slipping outside and holding his breath as it clicked shut. Music was playing nearby, loud enough to block the sound of his movements, but he still moved as silently as possible, keeping to the shadows behind the strategically placed palms and decorative pillars. Some of the decorations were here for the photo shoot they’d be doing in the morning, adding to the tropical vacation-type feel of the little hideaway.

A bit ridiculous, but Dave wouldn’t have minded coming up here to hang out himself if he didn’t already have plans. Would have been nice if the triplets had invited them. He might have reconsidered this whole plot if they’d been that cool.

Not that he needed to be all friendly with these guys. He hated the locker room cliques and the three of them were the worst. Always telling inside jokes and showing off for the team. No matter what shit they pulled, everyone acted like it was just part of their charm.

He broke a stick once—fine, maybe twice—and the team steered clear of him. What-fucking-ever, he didn’t need a bunch of friends, but Ladd might as well be invisible most of the time. Sure, he was quiet, but would it hurt for them to make an effort? And Richards…

All right, Richards pretty much got along with everyone, but he wasn’t part of the in-crowd. Two years with the team and they still called him a rookie when he wasn’t one. Any more than Dave was.

We get no damn respect. Dave leaned against a wall with an elaborate, colorful mosaic made of tiles and shook his head. The team really wasn’t that bad, but if he thought about the times Demyan had been cool and given Ladd a few pointers on the ice to up his game, or Carter had come over when Dave was having a bad game just to tap his pads with his stick and give him a ‘You’ve got this’ look, he’d turn around and head back inside.

Which he probably should do.

The music shut off and laughter took its place.

“You’re lucky he had a can and not a stick. He looked like he wanted to take your head off, angel boy.”

Dave inched over to the edge of the wall so he could see the three men, all lounging in the hot tub on the other side. Their clothes were scattered on the bare wood floor around the black beach chairs and they had a tray of what looked like rum and several cans of Coke on a square table within reach.

Carter leaned over to pour himself a drink, refilling Vanek’s as well, a slanted smile on his lips. “You never thanked me for saving you.”

Vanek shook his head as he took his drink. “You didn’t, Scott did. And don’t start that shit again. Things were weird last time we did a scene.”

“Oh fuck off, they were not. And me tying you up so Zovko could paddle your ass isn’t us doing a scene.”

“Dude, I was naked.”

“You’re naked now. So?”

Dave’s lips parted. Damn, it was true? There were jokes in the locker room about how none of the Trouble Triplets had tan lines and they probably sunbathed naked. Together. He’d figured that was stupid, they were all in relationships and they were just friends. But maybe they were closer than he’d thought.

Tyler let out a heavy sigh, sounding a bit tipsy. “It’s different when you’re touching me. And both Chicklet and Raif keep talking about having another party. They don’t mind sharing.”

“Mmhmm… I know.”

“Keep that up and I’m gonna get jealous. You want my man to fuck you or what?”

“No, I just like the way he and Chicklet team up with the floggers. Seb letting them beat me together was awesome.” Carter brought his glass to his lips, eying Tyler. “I wouldn’t say no to him using me in other ways. If Seb wanted him to.”

“Quit it, Mouth.” Demyan splashed Carter with an exasperated laugh. He sobered suddenly, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Speaking of jealous, did you notice how Hunt acted when Benoit was taking care of Ladd?”

“Yeah. That was…weird.” Carter set his glass down. “You think he’s all uptight about PDA because he’s holed up at the back of the closet?”

“With how hard he pushed Richards to get with girls?” Vanek made a rough sound of disgust. “Naw, he’s ignorant as fuck.”

Pressing back against the wall, Dave ground his teeth, his stomach tightening as the three men continued to discuss him. They were right, he shouldn’t have tried to hook Richards up with so many girls, but the guy had been his only friend at the time and he’d been miserable. He hadn’t told Dave he was gay for months.

He’d done a really good job faking interest in chicks, which made Dave feel like shit. That his friend had felt like he needed to put on an act for him was all kinds of fucked up. But that didn’t make Dave ignorant, he just…hadn’t caught the signs? Or something?

It didn’t matter. Who the fuck did they think they were, talking about him behind his back like this? Even if he was gay—which he wasn’t—how was it any of their business? Sure, he wondered sometimes if he might be bi, but he liked girls enough that it didn’t even matter. Why complicate his already messed up life?

He could just imagine how his father would react. He’d either flip out or find a way to use it to improve Dave’s prospects. Make him the queer face of the league. The brand deals would be more than enough to cover the debt his father kept racking up in his name.

No thanks.

Shoving the pointless thoughts aside, Dave focused on the men. One thing was very clear. They didn’t think much of him.

And the feeling was mutual.

He pulled Ladd’s phone out of his pocket and started recording, careful to block the audio so no one could hear what was being said. Carter climbed out of the hot tub, fixing another round of drinks before stretching out, naked, on one of the reclined beach chairs. Minutes later, Demyan and Vanek joined him in the other chairs, looking like they planned to air dry, their conversation turning to Ladd.

“I don’t know why he keeps going back to Russia to play.” Scott grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “The rare times he talks about being there, he seems like he was happy to get the fuck out.”

“He is. And we all know why.” Carter’s tone softened as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Probably the same reason his agent brought him here to play.”

Dave had heard enough. He stopped recording and retreated quietly to the roof entrance, resisting the urge to slam the door. Heat seared the back of his neck as he took the stairs two at a time, forcing himself to a normal pace once he reached the penthouse floor.

He stopped outside the door to his shared suite, placing his hand flat against the wall.

Those fuckers were too much.

Sure, he’d figured they talked about him. Maybe discussed what a shitty goalie he was. How he didn’t measure up to Bower. Hell, them taking bets on how long he’d last with the team wouldn’t have shocked him.

But talking about his sexuality? Acting like he was some kind of bigot? What had he ever done for them to think so little of him? He did his best to be good for the team. He’d fucked up, but who didn’t?

Swallowing hard, he looked at the phone. The prank was stupid. All the pranks had been stupid. What had started out harmless only made it more obvious he’d never belong here. This was their team. He was just passing through.

He opened the door with his key card and walked straight into the room where Ladd was playing a game on his laptop. He handed Ladd his phone. “I got it, but you should just fucking delete it.”

Putting his laptop on the nightstand, Ladd scooted over and patted the bed beside him.

“Naw, man. I’m beat.” Dave snorted as Ladd grabbed his hand and pulled him down. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

“Then talk.”

What Dave really wanted to talk about was why Ladd was so comfortable touching him, when he avoided contact with almost everyone else. But there was no way to bring it up without making things awkward between them. Besides, maybe Ladd didn’t have an answer. Dave sure as hell couldn’t figure out why he was cool with it.

He liked being close to Ladd. Not in a way that meant anything besides friendship—he refused to let himself consider more. He wouldn’t even know where to fucking start with something like that. He’d never been friends with a girl before dating her. Not that he’d dated much.

With the chicks Dave had gone out with in the past, things were always clear. The girl knew what she wanted, which was usually a good time. The only woman he’d hit on after knowing her a little and liking her a lot, he’d almost gotten his ass kicked. His own fault, he hadn’t been paying enough attention. What he’d thought was her being shy was really ‘back the fuck off.’

Not a mistake he’d make again. Ever. He’d become attentive of how people reacted to him. Most saw him as a temperamental, career-obsessed jock not worth their time. If they didn’t want to know him better, that was fine. He’d give them their space.

Ladd didn’t want space. He saw something in Dave he liked.

Dave wasn’t sure what, but he didn’t have enough friends to question it. He just took Ladd’s lead and tried not to ruin things by being a jerk, even when the dude’s silence irritated him.

Like now.

Two words seemed like all he was gonna get.

He flopped down on the pillow and covered his eyes with his arm. “People don’t like me, Ladd. It’s not a fucking secret, but hearing those guys talk about me was just…I don’t know, a reminder of where I stand with the team?”

Ladd pulled Dave’s arm off his face and looked down at him. “Between the pipes.”

Spitting out a laugh, Dave inclined his head. “Yep. Got that. Thanks.”

“No, I mean it. You have the most important job on the team.” Ladd rested his head on the pillow close to Dave, holding his gaze. “They don’t have to like you. They don’t matter.”

“It’s all about the game, right?” Dave watched a loose strand of wavy hair slide over Ladd’s cheek. He had the strangest urge to tuck it behind Ladd’s ear, but that would be going too far. Ladd seemed content with things just the way they were.

No way in hell would Dave ruin that by making the wrong move.

“When it comes to the team, yes.” Ladd’s brow creased. “What did they say about you?”

“Carter thinks I’m in the closet.” Dave wasn’t sure why he was answering, they’d agreed it didn’t matter, but it felt good talking to Ladd. Right. “And Vanek thinks I’m some fucking homophobe or something.”

“But you’re not.”

“Not what? Gay or a bigot?”

“Either.” Ladd’s lips curved slightly. “You like girls a lot.”

“Yeah.” Dave wet his bottom lip and dropped his gaze. “I could be bisexual, but…that would be messy.” He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, not after thinking the exact same thing on the way back to the room, but telling Ladd lifted a weight from his chest. It didn’t change anything, not really, but he didn’t have to be confused all alone. He cleared his throat. “Do you like girls?”

This time, it was Ladd who looked away. “I have to.”

“Bullshit. You know that’s not true.” Dave frowned as Ladd continued to avoid his gaze. “Hey, you can’t force me to talk and then shut me out.”

“I’m not.” Ladd looked up, his eyes shining and his lashes wet. “I can’t…this isn’t something I can talk about. Not yet. But if I could… I’d tell you. You’re my best friend, Dave. My only friend.”

“Richards is your friend too.”

“It’s not the same.” Ladd toyed with the hair that lay on his cheek. “I can relax with you. When you move near me, I’m not afraid.”

Dave went still. He wasn’t sure what Ladd meant, but he hated that anything scared the younger man. Scared him enough that he couldn’t even discuss it. So he focused on what Ladd had said. “What do you mean, ‘move near you’? Like how we are now?”

Ladd tugged the strand of hair. “Yes. But also in general. It’s weird, but I don’t like being touched.”

Nodding slowly, Dave reached out and freed the strand of hair from Ladd’s hold, letting his knuckles brush his cheek. “Like that?”

Pressing his eyes shut, Ladd shrugged, which didn’t tell Dave much. He moved to take his hand back, but Ladd caught his wrist. Looked up. “If I was back in Russia, and anyone saw us like this—”

“You’re not in Russia. Damn it, Ladd, you don’t ever gotta go back there.” Dave combed his fingers into Ladd’s hair, forgetting all his hands-off intentions. His touch seemed to comfort the other man and he had to do something to get the pain out of his eyes. “You can be honest with me. With yourself. Or whatever. But if something happened that scared you, stay the fuck here.”

With a soft laugh, Ladd settled his hand on Dave’s forearm. “It’s not that easy. But you’re right. I am here now. And this is nice.”

Dave wet his bottom lip, hardly breathing. It was nice. Nicer than he wanted to admit. Looked like he had the answer to his own question, but that didn’t make things any less messy. Or safe for Ladd. The ‘now’ was pretty much Ladd saying he’d go back to Russia. To whatever had freaked him out so much he rarely opened up to anyone. And he had issues with being touched that he hadn’t told anyone about. How many times had one of the guys given him a hug, or grabbed him in a harmless way, and ended up messing with his head?

Won’t fucking happen again.

“How long has it been since you were close to anyone and felt okay?” Dave loosened his hold on Ladd’s soft hair, stroking it gently, smiling when the tension eased from Ladd’s whole body. “You flirt sometimes.”

“With you.” Ladd’s cheeks reddened. He ducked his head. “I wanted you to like me.”

“I do.”

“Yeah…” Ladd leaned closer as Dave brushed his fingers down his jaw. “But you didn’t.”

True enough. Ladd’s short answers and teasing had pissed him off at first. Then they’d started spending more time together and it went from him getting protective to…whatever this was. He sighed quietly as he trailed his fingers down Ladd’s neck, then traced his collar lightly. Ladd’s throat worked as he swallowed, but he didn’t move.

“You confused me. You still do.” Dave met Ladd’s eyes. “But I’m starting to think there doesn’t always have to be an answer. Sometimes it can just be the moment. What feels right.”

Ladd inclined his head. “This does.”

“Good.”

“But…just this?” Ladd’s jaw ticked. He pulled away, abruptly. “Which isn’t fair.”

Sitting up, Dave put his hand on Ladd’s shoulder and eased him back down. He had no clue what he was doing. Where he wanted this to go. If anywhere. He had a lot to figure out. So did Ladd. All he knew was he wanted to see that peaceful expression on the other man’s face again.

To know he’d been the one to put it there.

“I know what I’m doing. Do you trust me?” Dave smiled at Ladd’s nod. “Good. Then let’s just chill. Like this. I’ll go crash on the couch in a bit.”

Brow furrowing, Ladd looked over the bed. “There’s room here.”

“Are you gonna feel comfortable with the cleaning lady coming in and seeing me sleeping next to you?” When Ladd closed his eyes and shook his head, Dave placed his hand on the side of his neck, lips slanted. “I didn’t think so.”

For the next hour, Dave lay there with Ladd, mostly keeping his hands to himself, though he didn’t hesitate to brush back Ladd’s hair or squeeze his arm. Ladd seemed to soak up every touch, relaxing so much he was drifting off when Dave decided it was time for him to go.

As he rose quietly, Ladd reached out, grabbing his hand and pulling him back down. He leaned up, staring at Dave, then moved close, his eyes on Dave’s lips.

Barely breathing, Dave waited.

Ladd’s lips brushed Dave’s cheek as he whispered, “thank you.”

Neither moved for what seemed a long time. Dave had to fight not to lick his lips. Not to kiss Ladd because he really wanted to. He’d never wanted to kiss anyone this much. And he had a feeling Ladd would let him.

But he wasn’t ready.

He might never be.

That Dave both wanted more and was willing to accept nothing was weird, but it was the truth. He curved his hand under Ladd’s jaw and brushed his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Get some sleep, Heath.” He inhaled slowly, then brought his lips to Heath’s forehead and pressed them there for a moment. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Chapter 5

Scott bolted awake as his phone went off. He rolled over, almost falling off the bed as he reached for it. Smiled as he saw Becky’s name below the last photo she’d sent him of her and Cassie. He answered, flopping back onto the soft sheets. “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Don’t. Just don’t.” Her voice was muffled by the wind, as though she was walking fast outside, her tone tight with anger. “What did you do? What the fuck did you do?”

Sitting up again, Scott pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it. Then brought it back. “What?”

“Scott, it’s all over social media. I’ve spent the last few hours getting videos taken down, but we both know people copy them within minutes and there’s no way to completely erase them…” She let out a rough, irritated sound. “You seriously don’t know?”

“No, I don’t. And I’m figuring I should apologize either way.”

“You should. Why are you in a hot tub with two men completely naked?” Her voice grew quiet. The way it did when she was really upset. “I know they’re your friends, but I thought…I thought when we played, it was a decision we made together.”

Tightening his grip on the phone, Scott tried to find the right words. He’d never thought much of hanging out with Luke and Tyler, soaking in some sun. They’d been friends for a long time and they saw one another naked in the locker room. Who cared? They all knew nothing would happen without their significant others. The teasing never led anywhere. Not anymore. They’d settled down.

But…did him knowing that mean anything? Becky had seen something that upset her. They were honest in their relationship. Always. And no matter how much they played, there were limits.

Limits he’d never intended to cross.

He had. And he needed to fix this.

“We’ve talked about me hanging out with Tyler and Luke at hotels, out of sight of any cameras, tanning. I guess I assumed last night was no different, but I should have asked if you were cool with it.” He didn’t know how anyone had gotten footage out, but it didn’t matter. The hotel had security cameras. All it took was one guy pressing record, hoping for a payout. He should have thought of that.

Even without the footage, if it upset Becky, he shouldn’t have done it.

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t be. Or… Damn it, I don’t know what to say. You being in the hot tub naked didn’t bother me. And the sunbathing and you guys hanging out…I know everything, it’s not an issue.” She let out a soft groan. “Seeing it online was a gut-punch. We’re usually so careful and the last few months there’s been too many slips. This one got to me. I know the last one wasn’t your fault. And this one probably wasn’t either.”

“Hey, don’t let me off the hook. I’m at a hotel and I should have considered people would be watching.”

“Maybe…but who wants to live like that?”

“I get paid very well to have my life on display. You don’t.”

“Don’t go there. I’m part of the team that makes sure it’s on display the right way.”

“And I just made your job harder. I’m sorry.” He continued quickly as he dressed and headed out to the main room, where Luke was already gulping down coffee and making desperate ‘let’s talk’ motions. “You’re the expert, I’ll do whatever you ask. But when it comes to me and you…I fucked up. You deserve better.”

“A man who knows how to apologize properly and makes me happy every single day?” Becky let out a soft laugh, sounding much more relaxed. “I don’t know what ‘better’ would be, but I’m happy with what I have. I’ll see you as soon as I put out some fires.”

He winced at that. Then said ‘Goodbye’ and ‘I love you’ before taking a seat next to Luke. As Luke opened his laptop on the table, Tyler came out of the last room, rubbing his eyes.

At Luke’s sharp look, he paused, then came over to sit at Luke’s other side.

Luke reached over and pressed ‘play’ on a YouTube video. It showed all three of them. In the hot tub. Just as they were getting out.

Completely naked.

Their dicks were blurred out, which was probably why the video hadn’t been taken down yet. The video already had over a hundred thousand views. It was only a minute long. The last ten seconds were gifs of girls screaming and fainting.

Well…the editing was well done, anyway.

He rubbed his hands over his eyes.

What a fucking mess.

“Becky’s taking care of it, but we’ll probably get fined. Which we should be. That was fucking stupid.” Scott dropped back against the sofa. “There are security cameras everywhere. We usually tan on a fucking balcony where there’s some privacy, but—”

“Dude, that wasn’t security footage.” Tyler clicked to start the video over. Let it play again. “That’s from someone’s phone.”

Damn it, Tyler was right. The sound was muffled, but not gone completely as he’d seen in most security footage. And there was a slight shake, as though the camera hadn’t been steady the whole time. He was used to vids recorded on phones being filmed vertically—he always did it that way when he posted vids for Instagram—but to fill the screen on YouTube, it needed to be horizontal.

“Do you think it was a staff member?” Luke glared at the laptop, then snapped it shut. “Finding out shouldn’t be hard. There are only certain people with access to our private areas.”

“Maybe…but who’d be working at night who had it?” Scott ground his teeth. “I can think of three people who probably thought they’d get away with it.”

Blinking at him, Tyler still looked confused.

Luke’s face reddened, his eyes darkening with the realization of who Scott meant. “Yeah? Well they thought wrong.”

The man moved so fast, Scott hadn’t stood before he was out the door, slamming it behind him. He glanced over at Tyler.

They both bolted across the room.

He’d never seen Luke this mad.

Someone was going to get hurt.

* * *

That fucking dream was going to be the death of him.

Dave groaned as he turned the hot water back on. Standing under the cold spray had done nothing for his erection. He was losing his mind. A mind he’d given clear instructions to.

Heath Ladd was his friend. The younger man needed affection, support, and for him to keep being a good friend. That was it. That had to be it.

For now.

No. For-fucking-ever. He couldn’t let himself wonder what else they might have or he’d be having these kinds of dreams all the time. And he couldn’t face the other man until he got a grip on himself.

A tight grip. He pressed his forehead against the silver and dark grey tiled wall, breathing in the steam filling the shower, slowly stroking his dick as he remembered each and every detail of the dream that had left him in this condition.

“Go to sleep, Heath.” Dave gritted out the words when Heath grabbed his wrist before he could leave the bed. He’d stayed because the younger man had asked him to, but he couldn’t do this anymore. He needed some space to cool down and convince himself this was a very bad idea.

Heath’s lips curved into a lazy smile. “No.”

“Fine. Then stay up all night. I can’t fucking do this, man. I can’t…” He inhaled roughly as Heath brushed his lips along his throat. “What the fuck are you—”

“Convincing you to stay.” Heath’s lips grazed his cheek. Came softly up to his ear. “Is it working?”

“Yes, damn it.” Dave shuddered as Heath sucked on his earlobe. Pleasure spilled in hot waves down his body, hardening his dick and making it almost impossible to hold still as Heath kissed down his throat again. He wanted to pin Heath to the bed. Kiss him until he was begging. But he didn’t think the man wanted to take things that far.

He was testing his limits.

And Dave let him.

“Lie down.” Heath whispered. “I want to try something.”

Muffling a moan with his fist, Dave stroked his hand faster over his dick. He should stop. Let himself come and forget the damn dream.

But he wanted to remember. Every. Single. Moment.

“When you kiss girls, does it feel like this?” Heath leaned over him, pausing for a second, an uncertain look in his blue eyes. He bit his bottom lip. “It’s never done much for me.”

Dave stilled, thinking of Richards and how hard he’d tried to get the kid to hook up with different girls. He’d been such an idiot. He refused to let Heath go through the same thing he’d put Richards through.

He curved his hand around the back of Heath’s neck. “So you don’t like girls?”

“I don’t know.” Heath lowered, so slowly holding still became pure torture. “But I like you.”

When their lips touched, the kiss was soft. Gentle. Letting Heath take the lead was hard, but this time, Dave would accept what he could get. Even if it was only this. He knew he could get more if he took control. He sensed that Heath would surrender, that he wanted to.

But him being submissive wouldn’t ease any regrets he had in the end.

And Dave didn’t want him to regret anything they did together. He needed Heath to know he could stop at any time and Dave would still be there for him.

Heath didn’t stop.

Moving down his body, Heath hooked his fingers in the waistband of Dave’s boxers. Silently, Dave lifted his hips. His lips parted as Heath licked him, curving his hand around Dave’s cock as he grew bold suddenly and dipped down to take him fully in his mouth.

Pressure built up at the base of Dave’s spine. He shifted his hips, fucking into his loose grip, the slick wetness not quite as hot as Heath’s mouth, but close. So fucking close. Enough to drive him over the edge as he came with a shout. His legs shook as he braced himself against the wall. He could still see Heath, sucking his dick like a goddamn porn star.

Which was funny if he thought about it.

The kid was probably a virgin.

If he’d done more than kiss a girl, Dave would be shocked.

But it didn’t matter. This was a dream. Reality hadn’t changed. Dave would protect Heath and make sure whoever the guy ended up with treated him right. Like any friend would. Any friend who didn’t dream about blowjobs and wonder what would have happened next.

‘Friend’ was gonna become a fucking dirty word. And it wasn’t Heath’s fault. Dave had put himself in the ‘friendzone’. Had decided on his own what the best thing for them was. He had to make that decision until Heath figured out what he wanted. And he didn’t have to.

Ever.

After rinsing his cum off the wall, Dave quickly washed up. As he reached for a towel, a shout sounded from the main room.

Heath.

He wrapped the towel around his waist. Rushed out of the room. Spotted Luke with his hands on Heath’s shoulders, face red with rage.

And slammed his body into Luke, knocking him away from Heath. Falling with him.

Thankfully, the towel stayed put.

He landed two solid punches into Luke’s jaw before Luke slammed his fist up under Dave’s chin. Blood filled his mouth as he bit into his tongue, but the pain didn’t reach him. His vision became a red haze and he snarled as someone grabbed his arm. Shaking Richards off, he jolted as a punch caught him in the eye.

Something cracked into the back of his head and he fell onto Luke, too stunned to move. He pressed his eyes shut, shaking his head roughly to clear it. He had to keep fighting.

“Bloody cunt!” Heath let out a vicious sound. “Get off me!”

Dave pushed off Luke and twisted around, gnashing his teeth as he saw Demyan restraining Heath, who was struggling to get to Vanek.

Bottom lip dripping with blood, Vanek dropped the cracked vase he’d been holding. He started toward Heath. Richards cut him off.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Everything stopped. Dave swallowed and looked over to where the assistant coach, Sloan Callahan, stood in the doorway. With the team owner, Lorenzo Keane.

We are so fucked.

“Get off him, Demyan.” Callahan strode into the room, snapping a sharp glare at Dave. “Take a seat, Hunt. Carter, go clean your face and then get back in here.” He continued until he was standing in front of Heath, who still looked ready to go after Vanek. “Don’t make things worse, kid.”

Heath’s jaw ticked, but he inclined his head and joined Dave on the sofa. Richards sat at Dave’s other side, arms crossed over his chest. He looked terrified, even though he hadn’t really done anything. But his boyfriend was a cop, so maybe he was scared of his reaction.

With the way Callahan had gone all calm and quiet, just watching them as Vanek, Demyan, and finally Carter took the remaining seats around the room, Dave wasn’t sure the cop was the one Richards should be afraid of.

Keane let out an irritated sigh, not moving from the doorway. “I came because I was in the area and hoped to gain some understanding about the ‘incident’, but this is messier than I have time for. I trust you’ll get this under control?”

“I will. Thank you.” Callahan inclined his head to Keane and the owner walked out, leaving them to his dubious care. Folded his arms over his chest, Callahan focused on Demyan. “You’re too damn old for this. I don’t want to hear any fucking excuses. Just the facts.”

Right, because you’ll get them from him, right? Dave tensed, then stilled as Heath’s hand settled on his forearm. Only for a second, more a friend telling him to calm down than anything. But it worked.

Demyan brought a hand to his face, rubbing his temples with his forefinger and thumb. He exhaled slowly. “Stupid pranks that went too far. That’s all there really is to it.”

“Posting us naked online is a bit more than a prank.” Vanek paled as Callahan’s gaze turned to him. “Luke cut their stupid laces, so they tried to get us back. Putting Luke on a billboard, throwing a college party at my house, spreading the rumor that Scott was being traded to Europe somewhere.”

“We only did the billboard thing.” Richards rubbed his thighs. “Was still dumb, but we should have been even. You didn’t have to put itching powder in our clothes. That got us in a lot of shit.”

Vanek snorted and shook his head. “You’re a fucking liar.”

“Why would I lie about us getting in trouble? We were caught on camera taking off our shirts in front of kids and the media went nuts!”

“My house is supposed to be safe! So is Scott’s!”

“We didn’t do that!”

“Stop.” Callahan held up a hand, then rolled his eyes. “The billboard thing has just been settled. And we know who was responsible.” His lips thinned as he glanced over at Dave. “The party and the fake report both led to a disgruntled player who was cut early from tryouts. He’s under investigation for stalking and harassment. Making assumptions led to all of you behaving recklessly. That video being online is creating a serious PR problem for the team.”

He paced the room, raking his fingers through his thick, black hair, stopping to stare out the window.

“The video was sold by a man who worked in room service, who’d been planning to quit. He’d heard the media was looking for good stories about all of you, considering recent drama. The money probably won’t look as good after he’s fined by the hotel for breach of contract.” He turned, leaning against the window, his eyes on Heath. “Your phone will be returned to you. With the video removed. The question is, what exactly were you planning to do with the video?”

Paling, Heath dropped his gaze to his hands, fisted on his knees.

Dave cleared his throat. “It was my plan. I was going to play it on the screen when we were reviewing all our pictures for this weekend. Ladd didn’t know. I just borrowed his phone.”

“I see.” Callahan’s expression hardened as Carter let out a badly muffled snort. “What’s so funny?”

Carter shook his head, his face reddening as he visibly fought back laughter. “I’m just picturing it. Us sitting there, ready for a long, boring viewing of all the pictures, and instead a video pops up of us with our dicks swinging. Woulda been shut off after one shot of our cocks, but everyone watching would lose it!” His eyes were filling with tears now. “I can’t…that woulda been a good one, Hunt. Fucking props.”

“Ah…thanks?” Dave bit hard into his cheek, finding it hard not to laugh himself just watching Luke struggle.

One look from Callahan made the situation less funny. No way would the assistant coach just laugh it off.

“You’ll all be fined. And you’ll be missing the first two games of the pre-season. On paper, that should be enough since rumors of the pranks have remained just that. Rumors.” Callahan surveyed the room, waiting for them each to nod. “I don’t think a standard penalization is enough.”

“Shit.” Tyler leaned back into his chair when Callahan arched a brow at him. “Umm…sorry, coach.”

This time, Callahan smiled. And it was fucking terrifying. “Oh, you will be. You’re all either part of the BDSM lifestyle, or beginning to explore it. Since you won’t be starting the pre-season with the team, you’ll have plenty of time to recover. I’ve cleared this with your significant others. And your guardian.” Callahan regarded Heath. “He wasn’t happy, but he agrees your old enough to decide for yourself.”

“Decide what? What the fuck do you mean, recover?” Dave stood, resisting the urge to punch the other man. Callahan had taught him a lot. Including some self-control. But he was testing it now.

“Careful, Hunt. You won’t be forced to do anything, and your participation won’t affect my report to management, but I won’t tolerate disrespect.” Callahan met his eyes and seemed satisfied with whatever he saw in them. His lips curved slightly. “I’ll leave it to you to pick one person from each of your trios to serve the punishment. You will all be present for it.”

“This is ridiculous.” Demyan rose from the chair closest to the door. His jaw hardened as he stepped up to Dave’s side, as though they were some kind of united front. His tone was amused as he met the coach’s eyes. “What are you going to do, spank us?”

“Close enough.” Callahan let out a low laugh that made all the hairs on the back of Dave’s neck rise. “Some humiliation is worth it for the sake of team unity, don’t you think?”

Long after the assistant coach had left, none of them moved. Dave was pretty sure no one even breathed.

This couldn’t be happening.

He cleared his throat and glanced over at Demyan. “He’s joking, right?”

Demyan shook his head slowly. “I don’t think he is.”

Chapter 6

Blades & Ice, the BDSM club owned by the team’s GM, Dean Richter, had always been an exciting place to visit. Scott loved coming here with Zach and Becky, watching the two scene, the beauty in the way Zach made Becky feel so much when she submitted to him. After a session, whether it be with restraints and a heavy flogger, or the chemical play Zach was learning from Pisch, Becky always looked so relaxed.

Even when he couldn’t participate, couldn’t share that intense dynamic his lovers shared, he enjoyed being close to them. Feeling the heady energy coming off Zach. Sensing the moment Becky let go of the tension and stress that always built up from her work.

He didn’t consider himself submissive, but he let Zach take control of him too sometimes. Not too often, Zach liked edging a bit more than he did…all right, a lot more than he did. Still, his man was truly in his element when he let the dominant in him loose. He’d shown Scott how much an edge of pain could sharpen pleasure, the connection they shared when Scott trusted him enough to be restrained.

With the sun shining through the part in the black curtains and the regular crowd absent, Scott had a feeling he wasn’t getting into that zone today. He inhaled the light scent of pine cleaner as he headed over to the bar, ducking behind the sleekly polished dark wood surface to help himself to a beer from the fridge. It was almost five o’clock. One wouldn’t hurt.

“Let me do this, Scott.” Luke pulled out a stool at the other side of the bar, then leaned forward, brow creased with concern. “I like pain.”

“But not humiliation.” Scott popped the cap off the beer and took a few steadying gulps of the cold, dark brew which had a malty, toffee flavor he’d come to love. He set the bottle on the table and rolled it between his hands, letting the condensation wet his dry palms. “I’ve got this.”

He wouldn’t explain why, Luke would just argue with him until one of them was chained to the Saint Andrew’s Cross. And likely keep arguing with him during and after. He wasn’t called ‘The Mouth’ for nothing.

Whether Luke agreed or not, Scott was responsible for how far things had gone. If he’d told his buddies to stop sooner, they would have. If he hadn’t been so pissed himself, he could’ve calmed the men down and confronted the rookies. Cleared the air.

Instead, he’d acted like a rookie himself and made things worse.

To top it off—not like he’d ever admit it—but he wanted the punishment. Becky always said she felt like she’d been given a clean slate once it was over. He needed that. He needed both her and Zach to see he got it. He’d fucked up and he would face the consequences.

He smiled as he thought of the conversation he’d had on the phone with Zach on the way here.

“You know, if you wanted to be spanked that badly, I would have done it.” Zach’s tone held amusement, but there was a strain to it. He was trying too hard to keep the mood light. “I still might.”

“Ha ha.” Scott swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I’ve been an idiot.”

“Yes.” Zach went quiet for a bit. Cleared his throat. “You know you have a choice, right? All of you do. You could just take the fine, do some extra charity work. Hell, invite the rookies, it’ll be good for them.”

“It will. I planned to suggest that anyway.”

“But first you’re going to let Callahan punish you?”

“Yeah…” Scott sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. “I know it probably sounds stupid, but we’re more than a team. I’ve worked hard over the years to earn back the respect I’d lost by fucking up so bad in the beginning. I’m not losing it again by punking out.”

“He won’t be gentle.”

“I know.”

“And who’s handling the kid?”

“Chicklet.”

“Oy…okay, then you got off easy.” Zach let out a soft chuckle. “Poor guy.”

“I won’t be telling Callahan you said that.” Scott looked up as Luke parked behind the club. The doors had been left unlocked for them by one of the bouncers, who’d return when they were finished. “We’re here. I love you, and I’ll see you in a bit.”

He could hear the smile in Zach’s tone. “I love you too. And, Scott, I want you to remember something, every second you’re bound and in pain and ready to use your safeword…” Zach paused, his voice rough, but didn’t wait for Scott to respond. “Use it if you need to. I’m already so fucking proud of you. And I respect you. So does the team. Do this because you need to. Not for anyone else.”

He was. Which was why he handed the rest of his beer to Luke as the rookies filed into the club, looking around like they’d never seen the place before. Which might actually be true for Ladd.

Why the hell did Mason let him come?

Not that it mattered. The kid was over eighteen. And he had every right to be here.

They were in this together.

“Hey, you guys want a drink?” Luke called out, holding up his bottle.

All three rookies shook their heads.

Luke shrugged.

Tyler came into the club, Chicklet behind him. He looked much more relaxed than he had before, even smiling up at Chicklet and nodding at whatever she said. His Mistress was tough, but fair, and they’d probably discussed everything that had gone down.

Which was good. Maybe she’d leave the rookie she was punishing in one piece.

Callahan followed a moment later and Scott swallowed hard. He didn’t have any illusions on how Callahan would handle him. He’d known the man for years and being friends with a sadist meant a deep understanding of how their minds worked.

The assistant coach wouldn’t leave any permanent damage, but Scott likely wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a week.

“Let’s get this over with, I’m losing time with my son.” Callahan headed over to the rack of impact play tools lined up on the wall at the other end of the bar. Scott was pretty sure those were for decoration, but Callahan didn’t hesitate to grab a paddle, a cane, and a switch. He laid them out on the bar, waving the rookies over. “You’ll both be getting the same number of strikes, with the same implement. What will it be?”

“Might I suggest the cane?” Chicklet stroked Tyler’s hair, her lips curving into a slow, evil smile. “I’ll even cut it down to five sets of five. I haven’t played with one in a while.”

“That sounds reasonable.” Callahan grinned as Scott tugged at his collar. “You game?”

“I can take whatever, but Demyan’s not used to this.” Hunt leaned against the edge of the bar, arms folded over his chest, refusing to look at anyone. “The paddle is easier.”

“It is. Which is why you’ll get fifty if you choose that.” Chicklet leaned closer to Callahan. “Is it horrible that I’m enjoying this?”

Callahan chuckled. “Not at all. We’re not the ones being punished.”

All right, that’s enough. Scott appreciated Hunt looking out for him, the young man wasn’t the asshole he’d taken him for, but the Dom and the Domme were having too much fun at their expense. He was done.

Scowling, Scott grabbed the cane and handed it to Callahan. “I don’t need you to take it easy on me. And I’d like to get home to my own family.”

“Good.” Callahan took the cane, a thin length of Delrin with a black, braided leather handle, and started toward the two Saint Andrew’s Crosses, which had been moved closer together. “Then strip.”

“Strip?”

“Yes. This won’t be very effective through your jeans, Demyan.”

Fuck. He’d wondered when this being a ‘spanking’ would come in.

Looked like he had his answer.

* * *

Strip?

Dave watched Demyan as the other man pulled off his dark blue T-shirt and handed it to Tyler. He was already undoing his jeans before Dave’s brain caught up. This was actually happening. Not only were they gonna get punished like a couple of kids—at least it wasn’t a belt—but they were doing it naked.

“You sure you don’t want me to—”

“No.” Dave cut Richards off before he could finish, then shook his head at Heath as his lips parted. “And hell no. You’re never even been part of a scene. Being curious isn’t the same. I’ve already done…stuff.”

“With a whip?” Heath licked his lips, staring at the Saint Andrew’s Cross as though trying to figure out how it was used for torture. “On that?”

“No, I was in chains. Which was interesting. Callahan needed space to work the bullwhip.” Dave pictured the scene, which he’d actually enjoyed. The assistant coach had shown him how to use the whip and given him a taste of how it felt on his skin. Handled right, it didn’t draw blood unless that was what the Top and bottom had agreed on. Callahan was his mentor and they’d negotiated beforehand, so the whip cut Dave twice. Not deep, but enough for him to know what it felt like if he lost control and wrapped the whip around his target.

The pain hadn’t been his thing, but he got a nice buzz after. What he enjoyed was the confidence he gained every time he learned something new from the older man. The knowledge that he’d someday be the one wielding the whip.

Being the one to dole out punishments was less appealing.

At least he already knew he could take it.

“Here. Hold on to this for me.” Dave pulled off his shirt, then tossed it to Heath. His lips slanted as the younger man blushed and bent down to retrieve it from the floor. “You sure you want to see this?”

Heath nodded, then his face reddened even more. “I’m good.”

And we’re back to short answers. Dave shook his head, reaching out to squeeze Heath’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here. Both of you.” He glanced over at Richards. “Even though this will be weird.”

“I got a copy of my stripping video if you want to watch. Make it even?” Richards grinned as Dave shook his head. “Well, the offers there if you change your mind. Seriously, though, I’ve seen you naked in the showers. This is no different.”

“It’s a little different.” Heath muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shoving Heath’s shoulder, Dave laughed. “Cheer up, Oz. You’ll still be able to sit when this is over.”

“Oh, piss off.” Heath’s accent thickened with irritation. “Why wouldn’t you be able to—”

“Because I’m not gentle, pet.” Chicklet touched Heath’s shoulder, moving her hand the second caught him tense. She studied him for a moment, but thankfully didn’t dwell on Heath’s reaction. An observant Domme, she simply turned her attention to Dave. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Dave inhaled roughly, smiled at Heath, then Richards, and quickly took off his jeans. He handed them to Richards, who seemed less likely to drop them and smash his phone. Then he met the other man’s eyes, speaking low so only he could hear. “Watch him.”

Richards inclined his head. “On it.”

The club wasn’t cold, but a chill still crept over Dave as he faced the cross. At Chicklet’s command, he positioned his wrist and ankles, holding still as she used a soft rope to restrain him. Having his dick just under the smooth wood V of the cross’s legs was awkward, but not nearly as much as having his ass exposed.

His spine stiffened as he sensed Chicklet moving closer, but she simply ran her fingers lightly along his shoulder blades.

“Your safeword is red. Feel free to use it now if you need to.” She settled her hand on his shoulder and stood at his side, not speaking again until he looked at her. “Either way, I need a verbal response. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” His voice was hoarse. Hardly audible. He cleared his throat. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.” Her heels clicked softly on the wood floor as she moved out of sight. “I won’t ask you to count for me, but you may if it helps you get through this. I’ll pause halfway to check on you, all right?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of you saying that. A shame the only time I’ll get to play with you is for punishment. I believe you’ll be at the other end of the cane before long.” She let out a soft laugh. Then tapped his thigh with the cane. “Let’s begin.”

A sharp strike and Dave’s whole body jerked. The slash of pain flared with heat. Before he could brace himself, the cane connected again. And again. Always the same strength. Never the same place.

But the heat, the throb, the bite, traveled over each mark, keeping the pain fresh. Spread out. He hissed in air through his teeth, pressing his sweaty forehead against his arm, trying to keep track of how many strikes he’d gotten so far.

Five? Maybe ten? A cool rush glided up his spine and he shivered as that sweet buzz of adrenaline gave him some relief from the pulsing ache. Letting his wrist hang in the restraints, he settled against the cross, his breaths slowing.

He didn’t even notice the strikes had stopped until Chicklet tipped his chin up with a fingertip.

“That was thirteen. You have twelve left.” She met his eyes, hers intensely focused. “How are you?”

Accessing his own condition was difficult, but he’d been in this position before. Only…not naked.

That he hadn’t forgotten that meant his mind was still pretty clear. The pain had lessened, almost distant from him, but he sensed the dull throb of his abused flesh. He couldn’t feel any moisture, so she hadn’t cut him. But she’d definitely left some marks.

“I’m good.”

“Good. Then take a breath and we’ll finish up.”

Deep inhale. Slow exhale. He glanced over at Heath as Chicklet stepped out of the way and forced a smile, but Heath didn’t look reassured. He had his arms crossed tight over his chest, lips drawn in a thin line. Ignoring whatever Richards was saying to him.

But he’d be okay. This was almost over.

The first strike reminded Dave of a lesson he’d gotten from Callahan. Changing the rhythm, or stopping, let a bottom come down from the high enough to feel every stroke as deeply as they had in the beginning.

This time, he counted every lash of the cane. Fought to keep his muscles relaxed as the pain exploded across his ass.

Nine. WHISH. Eight. WHISH. Seven. WHISH.

“Fuck!” He gritted his teeth and dug his nails into his palms. “Six!”

“Do you need to stop?”

“No! Please just finish it!”

Five. Four. Three. Two.

“One.” Chicklet laid the cane across his ass with one final snap. She came to his side again.

He pressed his eyes shut, hating how wet his lashes were. That his nose was running. That he wanted to beg her to release him.

But that wasn’t how this worked.

“Do you know why you were punished?”

He’d expected the question, but he still had to scramble to come up with the answer. Staring down at the cane in her hand, he licked his lips. “We fucked up. I fucked up. Those stupid pranks, keeping this shit going so long… We’re a team. We need to act like it.”

“Yes, you do.” She gave him a small smile, approval in her eyes, which somehow balmed the pain, if only a little. “Are you steady enough for me to release you?”

He inclined his head. Cleared his throat. “Yes, Mistress.”

After handing the cane to someone behind her, Chicklet untied the ropes, taking his elbow when he stumbled. She held him for a moment and he did his best to stand up straight.

Then she waited.

Sighing, he lowered carefully to his knees. Looked up as she retrieved the cane and brought it close to his lips. He kissed the cane. “Thank you for helping me get past this, Mistress.”

“Anytime, Rookie.” She chuckled at his frown. “You’re not ‘officially’ a rookie anymore, but I’ll keep calling you one, like it or not. As will most of the team.”

He managed not to scowl, his blazing ass reminding him he was on her turf and he’d better play nice if he ever wanted to come back. “Why?”

“Think about it.” She shrugged, then nodded toward Heath and Richards. “He’s good to go. Help him get dressed and keep an eye on him for a bit. Call me if there’s anything.”

“Will do.” Richards watched Chicklet walk away, leaning close to Dave to whisper. “She didn’t hold back, eh?”

Dave’s lips quirked as he took his jeans and boxers from Heath. He couldn’t look at the other man.

Not yet.

He gingerly pulled on his boxers. The light material sent a sliver of pain across his tender flesh. Jeans would be torture. Fuck it, he could manage to pass the boxers off as shorts from here to the car.

“Feel as bad as it looks, mate?” Heath held out his shirt, chewing on his bottom lip when Dave finally looked up. “We should have taken turns.”

Pulling his shirt over his head, Dave sighed. “It wasn’t an option. And I wouldn’t have let you do it anyway, so drop it.”

With a nod, Heath turned, following Richards, while still sticking close to Dave’s side. He seemed to want to help, but didn’t offer. He was pretty good at taking a hint. But he did watch Dave through the rearview mirror the whole drive home, which had Dave schooling his features even though every bump in the road drove the ache in deeper. He was sweating by the time they reached Coach’s house.

Heath tensed when Dave got out.

“Come on.” Dave smirked when Heath practically tripped out of the car. He glanced over at Richards. “You wanna stick around?”

“No, I have my own apologies to make.” Richards’ lips twitched. “I’ll probably enjoy mine more than you did though.”

“Yeah, fuck you, buddy.” Dave rolled his eyes, easing onto the sidewalk from the backseat and hoping no one was watching him as he made his way to the basement entrance, walking like he’d aged fifty years in an afternoon.

His basement apartment had never been more beautiful. The door clicked, shutting away the world.

Leaving him alone with the one man who cared about him as few ever had.

Which was damn nice.

He finally got to his bed. And let himself fall on it, face first. Groaning, he tipped his head sideways as Heath approached. “I am gonna be a shitty host. Sorry about that.”

Heath’s brow creased. “A drop?”

“A drop… You mean a sub-drop? No, nothing like that. Just pain and embarrassment and needing a minute before I start worrying that this really isn’t over. The video is still out there and—”

“I should have deleted it.”

“You fell asleep. I’m the one who left it on the nightstand.”

“It’s my phone.”

“Which I borrowed.” Dave laughed and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. It happened. And it was fucking stupid. I deserve every bit of pain.”

Heath’s lips thinned. He shook his head. “No, you don’t. We’re in this together, right?”

“Mmhmm.” Dave tried to roll to his side. Winced at the tight, shock of pain. Decided to stay put. “Having you stick around helped, so thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.” Heath looked around the basement apartment. Started toward the fridge, calling back over his shoulder. “I’ll get ice. Do you want a drink?”

“Water please. I’d kill for a beer, but I have to watch my calorie intake.”

“Why? You’re in better shape than anyone on the team.” Heath opened the fridge, leaning against the door and glancing back at him. “I’d like one, if that’s okay?”

“You’re legal, so go for it.” Dave sighed. “You know what, fuck it. I’ll have one with you.”

The smile Heath shot him was worth the extra cardio he’d have to do. With his ass throbbing and sweat stinging in the raw spots. Less appealing the more he thought about it. Maybe he should give himself a few days to recover.

Damn it, why did Heath have to be so freakin’ cute? He even had a dimple when he smiled wide enough.

Which didn’t happen often.

If having a beer with his friend made him this happy, he’d deal with whatever consequences came from indulging.

Later.

Heath returned to the bed and set the bottles on the nightstand, hesitating with the bag of frozen peas in his hand. “Do you want me to put it on your ass for you?”

“If it wouldn’t be weird? I can do it.”

Lips curving, Heath shook his head. “It’s just us. Why would it be weird?”

Because I had a really hot dream about you and I don’t want to fuck everything up by wishing it was real? Dave shrugged, doing his best to play it off like it was no big deal. Heath’s thoughts wouldn’t go where Dave’s seemed to without warning. He was just being helpful.

A good friend.

The kind of friend Dave needed.

But damn it, when Heath laid the frozen veggies over his blazing ass, he couldn’t help let out a soft moan. Then another when Heath rubbed his thigh.

Heath stilled with his hand just under Dave’s ass. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nope. S’all good.” Dave reached for the closest beer, but Heath grabbed it before he could, uncapping the bottle, then handing it over. His hand left Dave’s thigh and Dave inhaled roughly as he rose up on his elbows, holding the bottle awkwardly, but still managing a few deep gulps. Eying Heath, Dave rubbed a drop of beer from his bottom lip. “You looked shook at the club.”

“Just a bit.” Heath took another long drink. Shaking his head, he glanced over at Dave’s ass. “When I told Mason I wanted to be there, he said ‘Good’. I think he figured it would scare me off.”

“He doesn’t want you in the lifestyle?”

“Not yet? He looks at me like I’m still a kid.” Heath sighed and finished off the last of his beer. “He means well, but…it’s weird. I was on my own a long time.”

“But you’re not anymore. That’s good, right?” Dave studied Heath as the other man lifted his shoulders and looked away. He kinda got it, having Coach step up and give him a place to stay had been awesome, but part of him wondered how long it would be before he screwed up and lost the only support he had. For as long as he could remember, his life had been lived by his father’s terms. He’d done everything he could to make the man proud, and ended up feeling like nothing but a way for the man to make bank.

After bleeding away every cent Dave had on risky ventures, his father had pretty much ghosted. He hadn’t heard from him in months. All Dave had left now was the debt that would take him years to climb out of, including lawyer fees —teammates were helping him with— to get his father’s name off all his finances.

If he couldn’t trust his own father, how was he supposed to trust anyone else?

He moved to sit up, bowing his head as the tender flesh on his ass felt like it was being stretched apart under the frozen peas. “Fuck, I was gonna give you a hug, but Chicklet broke me, man.”

Heath chuckled and rubbed Dave’s back. “Don’t you have that stuff for bruises?”

“Yeah, I’ll put it on later. Kinda hard to pamper my ass with you here.”

“Not really. Where is it?”

Brow furrowed, Dave looked at Heath, then nodded toward the bathroom. “In the first aid kit under the bathroom sink.”

Inclining his head, Heath rose from the bed and headed to the bathroom, returning seconds later with the tube of Arnica Dave used on almost a daily basis during the season. Even during practice a speeding puck hitting thin padding could leave one hell of a bruise. And he tended to piss the guys on the team off enough that they didn’t take it easy on him.

Not that he wanted them to. Even if they hated him, they knew he could take whatever they dished out.

“Let me see.”

Dave blinked as Heath stood over him. He must have heard that wrong. “What?”

“Your butt. You can’t reach it properly when you can hardly move.” Heath gave him an irritated look, then reached for the waistband of Dave’s boxers. “Come on, it’s not a big—”

Catching Heath’s wrist, Dave did his best to calm his racing pulse and keep his tone level. “What are you playing at, kid? I didn’t bring up what happened last night because I figured you didn’t want to talk about it, but there was…something. Something you’re not into or whatever. Fine. But you’re pushing it.”

Teeth pressed hard into his bottom lip, Heath met his eyes. Then lowered to the edge of the bed, staring down at the lotion held tight in his fist. “I’m not trying to. It’s just…when it’s just us, I don’t worry so much. I hated seeing you hurt. This is something I can do.”

“Not something two guys do who are just friends, Heath.”

“I know.” Heath hunched his shoulders and dropped the lotion on the mattress. “Here, you should put some on. I’m sorry I made things hard.”

Dave groaned and pressed his face against his folded arms. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. He should let Heath leave.

But he couldn’t.

He’d promised himself he’d let the younger man take the lead even if it got them nowhere. That Heath was comfortable enough to offer something like this was huge. And he felt guilty about Dave taking the punishment for them all.

Letting Heath touch him would be pure torture.

Maybe he was a bit of a masochist.

He let out a soft laugh. “You didn’t make things hard. And you’re right, putting it on myself will be tricky. I’d appreciate your help.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” God help me. Dave lifted his hips as Heath moved the makeshift ice pack and eased his boxers down to his thighs. The cool air made goosebumps rise all over his flesh as the welts on his butt began to heat again.

Heath hissed through his teeth. “It looks worse.”

“I had the frozen veggies on for too long. It’s probably red from that.”

“No. The welts are really swollen.” Heath gently ran his fingers over Dave’s skin and Dave struggled to hold still as all the blood rushed down to his cock. “She didn’t break the skin, but there are broken blood vessels. Is that normal?”

“Mmhmm.” Dave wasn’t feeling much pain anymore. His skin was tingling where Heath continued to trace the marks, as though they fascinated him. “Missing the first few games of the season probably won’t be a bad thing.”

“That’s in three weeks. You won’t still be hurting?”

“No, probably not.”

“Good.” Heath uncapped the bottle. Poured some of the lotion in his palm. “Are you ready?”

Nope. But he nodded anyway. Heath just wanted to take care of him. This was no different than going to the doctor.

Only, his doctor wasn’t hot. Or surprisingly affectionate. And Dave had never wanted the man to keep touching him for as long as possible.

Warmed in Heath’s hand, the lotion was soothing as Heath spread it slowly over the welts. The slightly flowery scent of the lotion filled the air as Heath dabbed a bit on the welts at the top of Dave’s ass, around to the curve of his hip which stung a little and hadn’t been covered by the ice. He reached over to the other side, his focus so intense Dave couldn’t look away, even though he had to strain his neck to keep his eyes on Heath’s face.

Heath didn’t seem to notice him watching. His eyes were troubled as he tended to every lash mark on Dave’s skin, which made getting turned on by his touch seem wrong. The young man’s intentions were pure. He wasn’t teasing. He wasn’t fucking with Dave’s head.

He saw his friend hurt and figured they were close enough that this shouldn’t be a big deal.

Which made Dave feel guilty about being so fucking turned on. At least Heath couldn’t see his erection, pinned against the mattress, distracting him from the dull throb that came from the worst of the marks. And with his butt all marked up, Heath clearly wasn’t enjoying the view.

Could Dave do the same if their positions were reversed? He had no clue. But he hoped it never happened.

Unless the marks had been put there by him. Would Heath enjoy that? He was curious about the lifestyle. If he went all in, would he train as a Dom like Dave was doing? Dave couldn’t see it. He pictured Heath as a sub. He was so eager to please. So attentive and focused on giving.

But maybe that was just the kind of man he was.

He might not be submissive.

“Was Mason right?” Dave met Heath’s eyes as the young man hesitated, lotion glistening on his fingertips. “Did seeing Chicklet cane me scare you off?”

Tongue pressed into his top lip, Heath seemed to consider the question for a moment. Then he shook his head. “No, but it made me not want to ever earn that kind of punishment. Chicklet tried to keep things light, but she didn’t like punishing you. It’s the only thing that kept me from hating her.”

Dave tried to think of a way to respond, but as Heath went back to spreading the lotion, moving to the curve of his ass, his brain refused to function. Even the most painful areas sent a surge of lust straight to his groin. He stopped watching Heath and buried his face between his arms, concentrating on his measured breaths the only thing that kept him from saying or doing anything he’d regret.

Then it was over.

And he didn’t move. If he moved, he might spook Heath. The young man had one goal in mind. Tending to his wounds. Now that he’d done that, he might start thinking and feeling awkward. He might leave.

There was no reason for him not to, but Dave wasn’t ready for him to go.

“Do you want to grab another beer?”

Heath blinked, then grinned. “You’re not kicking me out?”

“Fuck no. But I thought you’d be ready to leave.”

“Why? I’m not done.”

What does that mean? Dave groaned as Heath went to fetch the beers. He brought back four this time. Dave wanted to lecture him about calories out of habit, but…fuck it. Getting a bit of a buzz might make this whole thing make sense.

Heath settled on the bed, braced up on his elbow, drinking his beer and looking like he was thinking hard. All his muscles were tense, his curly, reddish-blond hair spilling loose from his low ponytail giving him a sexy, rumpled appeal. He licked his bottom lip after every sip, leaving it shiny and wet.

And testing Dave’s restraint even more.

“Dave…” Heath set his beer aside and leaned close, his expression intense. He moved his hand to the small of Dave’s back, inches above the marks he’d tended to. “I’m not…I don’t want you to think I’m messing with you.”

“I don’t.” Dave handed Heath his beer so he could put it on the night table beside his own. “I think you’re confused. I think you feel safe with me. And I’m cool with that.”

“Thank you.” Heath moved closer, hardly breathing. “Can I…I want to try something.”

Dave knew. He knew exactly what Heath wanted. Being his safe space would be a fucking challenge. Would mean ignoring what he wanted.

But he’d do it. Heath’s trust meant more than anything.

He inhaled slowly. “Heath… I don’t need you holding back from me. I get it. I don’t know what scares you so much, but as long as it’s not me, we’re good.”

“It’s not you.” Heath closed his eyes and brushed his lips over Dave’s, pressing closer as he slanted his lips in a soft kiss. There was something both hesitant and desperate in the kiss as Heath pressed against his side, bringing his hand to Dave’s shoulder and digging his fingers in as though to hold them both in place. He slid his tongue against Dave’s bottom lip. Shuddered when Dave’s tongue touched his.

Dave wanted to pull Heath against him. Deepen the kiss and run his hands over the man’s smooth skin, feel his wiry muscles tighten as he tasted every inch of him.

But he didn’t move. He already sensed Heath pulling away.

Ducking his head, Heath let out a nervous laugh. “That wasn’t bad.”

“Yeah?” Dave snorted, not sure what else to say. “Pass me my beer and tell me why you’re acting like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Heath sat up and grabbed the beer, handing Dave his half full one and opening one of the last two he’d brought out for himself. “I’ve kissed girls.”

“And…?” Dave frowned as Heath glared at his bottle before taking another few gulps. The kid looked ready to get drunk before answering. Not happening. “If you’re not into girls, that’s okay.”

“I am.” Heath polished off his beer. Moved to stand. “Do you want anoth—”

Grabbing Heath’s wrist, Dave sat up, managing not to wince as his butt hit the mattress. The ice and the lotion had helped. Now his focus was on keeping his friend and teammate sober long enough to finish this conversation.

“Sit down, Heath.” Dave loosened his grip on Heath’s wrist as the other man tensed, breathing out a sigh of relief when he sat. “If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s fine. You don’t need to get wasted, just tell me to drop it.”

“Please, drop it.” Heath relaxed at Dave’s nod. He licked his bottom lip. “Do you want me to leave?”

“Fuck no. I like having you around, even though you confuse the hell out of me.” Dave slid across the bed, lying on his side and giving Heath some space to get comfortable. “Wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure.” Heath took Dave’s beer as Dave turned on his Playstation and set up Netflix. He tore at the label and chewed at his bottom lip, showing no interest in any of the movies or shows Dave suggested.

Finally, he set the beer aside and rested on his elbow, facing Dave.

“Does this change anything?”

Dave continued flipping through movies and shook his head. “It hasn’t so far.”

“What if I kiss you again?”

How messed up was it that the question made him grin? Letting things continue this way wouldn’t stop him from having erotic dreams about his friend. Or lead to them becoming reality.

Not anytime soon, anyway. Heath was like a pup from a shelter who’d had a rough past, scared of affection, but also desperate for it. Now that Dave kinda got it, he didn’t feel impatient or confused.

He’d give Heath whatever he needed. No pressure. No expectations.

But there was one thing that would change.

“I hope you will.” He gave Heath a hooded look. “I can do better than ‘Not bad’.”

Chapter 7

Scott wasn’t sure if Zach and Becky bringing Casey to stay the night at her Uncle Landon’s was a good thing. Sitting in the living room, staring blindly at the TV, he went over everything that had happened over the past week.

His throbbing ass made it hard to think of anything else. He’d never been physically punished for fucking up.

Not as an adult, anyway.

Punishments were supposed to give a clean slate in the lifestyle, but he didn’t feel like he had one. Maybe with his teammates who were in the lifestyle. The ones who weren’t probably wouldn’t give a damn, so long as he hit the ice performing his best and gelling with the other guys. And the assistant coach never brought up shit that happened at the club in the locker room.

But his life wasn’t just the game anymore. He’d gone to that photo shoot for Becky and he’d ended up screwing up everything for her. She hadn’t even told him if the whole thing would be rescheduled. How the hell was he going to make this up to her?

The front door opened. He stood as Zach stepped into the living room.

After their call earlier, Scott had wondered if Zach just said what he’d needed to hear at the time. He might have meant every word, but he’d sounded off.

Now, standing face to face, Scott could tell the situation bothered Zach. And he had to find out why.

Zach folded his arms over his chest, jaw hard, gaze level. “I don’t know what to say to you right now.”

Shit. Scott sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe it would’ve been better if you’d been the one to use the cane?”

“Don’t tempt me.” Zach glanced over as Becky joined him in the hall. “What did they say?”

“They’re willing to do another photo shoot, but I need to find six more guys by next weekend. They don’t want to be connected to the scandal, so none of the photos we’ve already taken will be used.” Becky hugged herself and pressed her eyes shut. “It took months to get this contract. I’ve already had to renegotiate twice because of schedule and players not being available. This was supposed to be good exposure for the team and so far, it’s nothing but a headache.”

“I’ll help you round up some of the guys. We’ll get the ‘Trouble Triplets’ on babysitting duties.” Zach reached out to pull Becky against his side and rubbed her arm. “How bad is the backlash from this going to be?”

“On a scale of rigged games to players stripping in clubs?” Becky let out a soft laugh. “This isn’t that bad. No one’s connected the pranks to the video, so it’ll be forgotten before the season starts.”

“Good.” Zach frowned at Scott. “What do we do about him?”

At this point, Scott was hoping they’d come up with something. Anything. His ass didn’t hurt nearly as much as the distance in Zach’s eyes.

Becky smacked Zach’s chest lightly and pulled away from him. “Start with telling him why you’re really upset. Those dirty looks you’re giving him aren’t helpful.”

Zach blinked at her. “Did you just hit your Dom?”

“Did you just refer to yourself in third person?” Becky arched a brow, lips curving when Zach relaxed and chuckled. “I know how rough Sloan can be. I want to take care of our man, but not if it’s going to upset you.”

“It’s not. Let’s go upstairs.” Zach ran his fingers through his neatly styled hair and gave Scott a tight smile. “Maybe I’ll have a different perspective once I see the results of you being disciplined by another Dom.”

Scott hesitated before following Zach and Becky upstairs to their bedroom, considering Zach’s words. There were several things they’d never experienced together because Scott wasn’t a submissive like Becky. Including any kind of real impact play.

Maybe that was what was bothering his man. On top of all the other nonsense. Scott might have cleared the punishment with both Becky and Zach before he’d agreed to anything, but that didn’t mean either had to like it.

In the bedroom, Becky had already knelt by the bed, a peaceful expression on her face as she gazed up at Zach. Zach cupped her cheek in his hand and spoke softly to her, a tender smile on his lips that faded as Scott stepped into the room.

Scott wasn’t sure what to do to shift the tense undercurrents between them. To fix things with the team, with the coach, he’d accepted a punishment that he never would have even considered before. Let himself be bound in the club by another Dom. Submitted to him.

The shallow submission he’d given to Zach for a bit of fun seemed lame in comparison.

Maybe, for once, Zach needed it to be real.

Inhaling slowly, Scott lowered to his knees.

Zach’s brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”

“I have no fucking clue. I’m new at this.” Scott rested his hands on his thighs, doing his best to copy Becky’s posture. “I earned that punishment today and part of that included letting another Dom restrain me, naked, before caning my ass. While neither of you were there. Just because you said you understood why I needed to do it, doesn’t mean you’re happy about it.” He bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn it, Scott.” Zach crossed the room in two long strides and curved his hand under Scott jaw, forcing him to look up. “You drive me absolutely insane, you know that? And as much as I hate to admit it, that’s part of the reason I love you. You keep life interesting.”

Scott’s lips quirked. “I aim to please.”

“Do you now?” Zach gave him a slow, evil smile that sent a shiver up his spine. “Are you kneeling simply to apologize, or are you willing to give up control?” He leaned down, his lips brushing Scott’s cheek. “Because if you are, I’m more than willing to take it.”

Pulse racing, Scott did his best to hold still, even though part of him wanted to stand up and put himself on equal footing with his man. His man, who could be just as scary as Callahan when he wanted to. Zach wasn’t a sadist, but his dominance was no less intense. Even being near him when Becky submitted, Scott could feel that powerful edge of control.

Feeling it aimed at him was heady, but he wanted this. He needed to show Zach there was nothing he wouldn’t give him to make things right.

“I’m yours, Zach.” Scott licked his bottom lip and squared his shoulders. “Don’t be gentle.”

Zach chuckled, his breath warm against Scott’s cheek. “You’re going to wish you hadn’t said that.”

All right, Zach was more than a little scary when he got in this headspace. Scott trusted him, but he couldn’t help being a little nervous at what he’d gotten himself into. He doubted Zach would add to the marks on his ass—he didn’t get off on pain and Scott would definitely use his safeword if the man pulled out his cane. Still, whatever he did have planned might be worse.

When Zach grabbed his toy bag from the closet, Scott’s lips parted. But Zach simply pulled out a pair of leather restraints.

“I noticed the rope burns on your wrists.” Zach’s tone was relaxed as he returned to stand in front of Scott. “So long as you don’t tug too much, the soft lining inside these shouldn’t irritate them too much.”

“Thank you…Sir.” Scott hadn’t paid any attention to his own wrists, not with how much his butt hurt, but that would’ve changed with rough leather rubbing against them.

“You’re welcome.” Zach’s expression softened. “Stand up and strip. I want to see the damage before we go any further.”

Biting into his tongue to hold back the automatic objection that wanted to slip out, Scott stood and pulled off his shirt. He wasn’t sure why such a simple request irritated him. Maybe because he’d been prepared for shit to get rough and Zach being gentle and caring threw him off balance. He had no idea what would come next.

Becky was still kneeling by the bed, but she caught his eye and shot him a small, supportive smile. She seemed pleased that he was willing to do this for their man.

Which made him even more determined not to fuck it up.

He undid his jeans, pulled them off with his boxers, then haphazardly folded all his clothes and tossed them on the dresser. Becky usually looked so serene and graceful doing this, but he just felt awkward.

Zach’s lips quirked as Scott turned to face him. “I can tell this isn’t easy for you, which makes it even more special. Try to relax, Scott. This needn’t be unpleasant.”

“Considering my ass has its own pulse, it hasn’t been much fun so far.” Scott bit back a grin at Zach’s laugh, reaching back to rub the raised marks on his butt. “Still don’t get why some people enjoy this.”

“Brace your hands on the bed and I’ll show you.” Zach gave him a level look when he didn’t move. “Don’t overthink things. Just do it.”

Fuck, this is embarrassing. Scott scowled and stepped up to the bed, bracing his hands on the edge, his face heating as Zach moved behind him. He had no problem doing this when they were having sex, but doing it so Zach could inspect his ass was weird.

He hissed in a breath as Zach trailed his fingers over his flesh, bringing the dull throb to a sharp sting.

“There are a few spots where the cane cut you a little, but not deep. Does this hurt?” Zach pressed his fingers against one of the worst marks.

Scott’s whole body jerked at the jab of pain. “Shit! Yes, that fucking hurts.”

“Mmm.” Zach reached around, barring his arm across Scott’s chest, pulling him back hard, his other hand on Scott’s hardening cock. “How does this feel?”

With his bare ass rubbing against Zach’s jeans, the pain was even worse, but Zach stroking him shifted the sensation and he groaned, leaning his head back on Zach’s shoulder. “That might have made the caning a bit easier to take.”

“A shame Sloan isn’t attracted to men. He could have toyed with you a lot longer if he’d made you enjoy it.” Zach grazed the side of Scott’s neck with his teeth. “But that wouldn’t have been much of a punishment.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to punish me?”

“You’ve been punished enough.” Zach smoothed his thumb over the precum building at the tip of Scott’s cock. “But that doesn’t mean you won’t suffer.”

“But…” Scott groaned again as Zach’s hand left him and his wrists were drawn behind his back and restrained in the cuffs. “I thought you were going to show me why people like getting their asses beat?”

“I just did. Don’t be greedy.” Zach bit his shoulder. Hard. “This is for my amusement and you won’t last long at this rate. I intend to make sure you do.”

Before Scott could ask how, Zach left him to go retrieve something else from his toy bag.

Two somethings.

A cock ring and a rather large butt plug. Scott wet his lips, staring at both as Zach placed them on the nightstand, then pulled out the tube of lube they kept in the drawer.

“He looks nervous. Keep him relaxed, pet.” Zach stroked Becky’s hair and shot Scott a slanted smile. “But don’t let him come.”

Becky inclined her head, then crawled over to Scott, her crisp business skirt pushed up and her white shirt undone, revealing a black lace bra which had been hidden by the jacket she’d abandoned, somehow looking naughtier than any negligee she owned.

She was always beautiful and sexy to him, but seeing this side of her turned him on like nothing else. Most people only got to see the professional side of her. The wicked, seductive woman hidden under the business attire was for him and Zach alone.

He wanted to touch her. Draw her close and claim her lips before she put her mouth on her obvious goal of his cock. A tug at his wrists reminded him of his restraints.

She smirked at him and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. Her hands slide up over his thighs, holding him in place as she took him in deep. Some pressure from her fingertips on the edge of his ass kept him still.

His woman had no problem playing dirty if she had to. Zach wanted her to keep Scott ‘relaxed’. Which really meant keep him on the edge.

And she was doing just that.

With her hot, wet mouth moving over him, faster and faster, her tongue circling and tasting his pre-cum, Becky had his legs shaking and a steady stream of low curses spilling from his lips. He pressed his eyes shut as she swallowed around him, then pulled away just as he was about to come.

After being together for years, she knew his body well. If she wanted to, she could keep him like this for hours.

Both her and Zach?

Maybe he should start begging. Begging was a submissive thing to do, right?

“Please—”

Zach pressed a finger to Scott’s lips, his eyes shining with amusement. “Not yet. We haven’t even started.”

“But—”

“You really do make a horrible sub, my man.” The skin around Zach’s eyes creased slightly as he smiled. “I suspect the only reason you didn’t safeword out with Sloan was because you wouldn’t let our young goalie outlast you.”

Scott frowned and lowered his gaze. “I felt like shit for what I pulled.”

“I know you did. And it’s over. This isn’t a punishment, Scott.” Zach brought his hand to Scott’s cheek, forcing him to meet his eyes. “We’re simply enjoying this new experience with you. Trust me, it’ll be worth it in the end.”

Nodding, Scott watched Zach pick up the cock ring, wincing as he snapped it around the base of his oversensitive dick, under his balls. The ring would keep him from getting off, making the torment last even longer.

Why did I agree to this again?

“Lie down on the bed and show Scott what he gets for being such a good boy.” Zach moved to Scott’s side as Becky eased onto the bed, lying on her back, bending her knees and spreading her thighs so Scott could see her pussy, beautiful and bare, glistening with arousal.

This twisted game was turning her on too. Scott licked his lips as she brought her fingers down to stroke her smooth flesh, slicking the moisture over her clit, moaning softly as she played with herself. His mouth watered and he didn’t resist as Zach pressed down on his shoulder, guiding him to his knees.

With his hands bound behind him, he couldn’t get closer without Zach’s help. But Zach didn’t waste any time before bringing Scott close enough to slip his tongue over Becky. Scott licked right over her slit, then around her clit as she moved her fingers, holding herself open for him.

Her thighs settled against his shoulders, keeping him in the perfect position to fuck her with his tongue as Zach released him. He pressed in as deep as he could, smiling with his mouth against her pussy as she quivered, shifting restlessly, unable to press up for more with the position they were in.

Flicking his tongue lightly over her clit, he got his revenge, bringing her to the edge before easing off and lazily running his tongue along either side of her labia. The sweet, slickness of her had him wanting more, and he drove his tongue in deep as she whimpered, her fingers tangling in his hair.

He was almost ready to let her come when cool liquid spilled between his ass cheeks, dripping over his swollen balls. He braced, then forced himself to relax as Zach pressed the tip of the butt plug into him. More and more, stretching him, filling him until he was panting and resting his head on Becky’s thigh. Letting it in took all his focus.

The largest part went in and he shuddered as the butt plug settled into place.

Then Zach pulled him to his feet and the plug felt even bigger. His legs shook as the sensations set him off balance. His cock throbbed. His ass ached.

And they weren’t done with him yet.

At a gesture from Zach, Becky sat up, carefully unbuttoning her shirt, then her skirt and removing both, along with her bra. She moved to the edge of the bed.

Zach pressed Scott forward, onto his knees at the edge of the bed. “The plug will make it difficult for you to move. Let Becky enjoy you and then I’ll let you come.”

“Fuck.” Scott sucked in air through his teeth as Zach eased him onto his back. The pressure from the plug made it almost impossible to hold still. His arms pinned under him made him feel even more trapped. And when Becky straddled him, he was pretty sure he was going to lose his mind. “I can’t do anything.”

“That’s the point.” Zach smoothed Scott’s sweat-soaked hair away from his face. “How’s your ass?”

“Full.”

Shaking his head and laughing, Zach stroked his hair again. “I meant the lashes. You haven’t complained about them once.”

Scott had completely forgotten about them. There was a dull ache where his ass was pressed against the mattress, but even that disappeared as Becky guided his dick into her hot cunt. Eyes shut, surrounded by pressure and heat and pleasure, he couldn’t remember why he’d been so eager for this to end.

“It’s good.” He tipped his head back, gasping in air as Becky glided up, then down. “So fucking good.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Zach turned to Becky, claiming her lips as she moved faster over Scott, her thighs working as she rode his dick harder. A sharp sound escaped her lips as Zach brought his fingers down to her clit, teasing her as her body undulated and her pace faltered. “Don’t stop, little doe. His dick is all nice and red and wet. I want to taste him when you’re done. Lick every bit of you off him.”

If Scott hadn’t been wearing the cock ring, he would’ve come at Zach’s words alone. Becky did, crying out, her pussy gripping him tight as she leaned down, kissing him breathlessly, shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

She whispered with her lips over Scott’s. “We have to play like this more often.”

“Mmm, not sure how much more of this I can take, but I’ve never seen you come this fast.” Scott grinned as she kissed him again. “I might consider it if Zach doesn’t torture me for too long.”

Zach let out a soft chuckle, helping Becky slide off him. “I make no promises.”

Before Scott could reply, Zach wrapped his hand around Scott’s dick, just above the cock ring, and slid his lips over Scott, moving his mouth in time with his steady strokes. Scott’s vision blurred as the pleasure peaked, staying there, on edge, with no relief. His whole body trembled and sweat beaded at his temples as he desperately tried to move with Zach. To fight off the restraining grip of the cock ring.

“Fuck, Zach…please. Please let me come.” He groaned as Zach moved his hand and took him deep into his throat. “Fuck, I’m begging you. Sir, Master, what the fuck do you want me to call you? Ugh!”

Without warning, Zach rose up and pulled out the plug. Moving between Scott’s thighs, he lifted Scott’s hips, then pressed his dick into Scott, slowly at first, then slamming in hard.

Despite the plug, Scott’s ass was tight around Zach’s length and he shuddered as Zach aimed for his prostate, hitting it at the perfect angle. Tiny shocks spread over Scott’s skin, traveling from the base of his spine, tingling over his nipples, everywhere at once.

Zach reached between them and undid the cock ring.

Erotic sensations burst out like a dam had been blasted by row upon row of dynamite, each bundle going off, one after another. Hot cum covered Scott’s stomach, more than ever before and he wasn’t sure it would stop even as Zach thrust in one last time.

When Zach pulled out, another spill of cum joined the rest and Scott groaned as the last of his energy left with it.

Before the world had become solid again, Becky was there, gently cleaning him with a warm washcloth. His skin was so sensitive, he almost asked her not to touch him, but the understanding in her eyes had him enduring it until she was done. He’d helped Zach keep her on edge for much longer and she never complained when they took care of her after.

He definitely had a different perspective of what they did to her now though. Holy fuck, he was lucky she didn’t want to strangle him in his sleep.

Only, torture aside, his whole body felt such a deep satisfaction he wasn’t sure he’d have the energy to strangle anyone.

Or move.

Or speak.

Maybe that was why Zach was still alive. He made sure Becky was too worn out to kill him.

After cleaning himself, Zach came to the bed, relaxing at Scott’s side while Becky stretched out at the other. He chuckled when Scott turned to lay on his stomach, then sat up to inspect the cane marks again.

“Between this and Sloan’s punishment, I have a feeling you’ll behave yourself for a while.” Zach winked at Becky. “Our work here is done.”

Letting out a happy sigh, Scott shrugged. “I don’t know about that. I get in trouble and both my man and my woman decide to fuck my brains out?” He let his eyes drift shut. “I’m sure Luke’s got some good ideas. I’ll have to give him a call when I can move again.”

Zach stared at him.

And Becky burst out laughing.

Whatever happened, they both loved him. Fuck ups and all.

Joking aside, he wasn’t sure he could take another scene like this anytime soon. He’d behave himself.

At least until he recovered.

Chapter 8

Sweat poured down Dave’s back as he quickened his pace, catching sight of Scott in the distance. It had been two weeks since the punishment and they hadn’t so much as exchanged a word. Which usually wouldn’t be a big deal, they never really hung out.

But Dave needed to see where the man’s head was at before the season started.

Fine, the pranks were over and things were supposed to be cool between them, but Dave wasn’t waiting until they hit the ice to find out.

Glancing over his shoulder as Dave approached, Scott scowled. “If you say ‘On your left’, I’m going to punch you.”

Dave frowned, slowing to keep pace with the other man. “Why would I say that?”

“Please tell me you’ve seen Captain America.”

“No, I don’t watch much TV.” Heat rose up the back of Dave’s neck as he considered the one time that had changed. The idea of ‘Netflix and Chill’ took on a whole new meaning with Heath. Aside from making out a few times, he’d had plenty of time to catch up on a few movies.

Just not that one.

“You’re intense, kid. Makes you a great player, when you’re not losing your temper.” Scott sped up a bit. “Ever think of toning it down a notch?”

“Nope.” Dave lengthened his strides, fighting not to laugh as Scott did the same. Somehow, this had turned into a competition. “Your cardio sucks. You can’t keep up with me.”

“Watch me.” Scott sprinted ahead, forcing a laugh as Dave easily caught up. “And you don’t have to be an asshole about it. Why do you think I’m running now?”

The man was already breathing hard, but he hadn’t slowed. Which Dave respected. Fine, Dave ran every day, during the season and the offseason, but he wasn’t raising a kid. If he was, he probably couldn’t spend hours at the gym every day, keeping in top form.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it. You’re in great shape for your age.”

Scott stopped running and glared at him. “My age?”

Fuck, that came out wrong. “I just mean I’m impressed. I hope I’m still going strong twenty years from now.”

“Dude, I’m not even ten years older than you. You can fuck off now.”

“That’s not what I… I’m giving you a compliment.” Dave pulled off his knapsack and grabbed the two bottles of water he’d brought, holding out one. “I suck at it, okay? Peace?”

Nodding slowly, Scott took the water bottle. “Fine. So long as you stop calling me old.”

“Understood.” Dave gulped down the water, then poured the other half over his head. “If it helps, you’re pretty cool for a guy who’s married and has a kid.”

Brow raised, Scott sighed. “Doesn’t help.”

“I tried.”

Scott grunted. “Did you not get a lot of compliments as a little boy? You must say nice shit to Heath for him to like you so much.”

“Don’t fucking go there.” Dave crushed the empty bottle in his hand. “Look, I came here to make sure we’re good. Maybe we’re not, but—”

“All right, rewind. I was talking about you guys being friends.” Scott motioned him over as another pair of runners went by. “I had my suspicions, but it’s none of my business.”

Damn it, Dave had probably just confirmed those ‘suspicions’ with his reaction. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Fuck, you can’t say anything. It’s not…it’s nothing.” He sighed. “Which probably sounds like bullshit with the way I’m acting, but…I heard you talking about me to Carter and Vanek. Then talking about Heath. I was fucking pissed.”

“Shit, is that why you filmed us?”

“No, actually it’s why I decided not to follow through with the prank.” Dave shoved the crushed water bottle into his bag. “I figured if we got you back, you’d respect us. But after I heard what you thought of me, I knew it wouldn’t matter.”

Nodding slowly, Scott pressed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. “What a fucking mess.”

“Yeah.” Dave shrugged. There wasn’t anything else to say. “I should go.”

Before he could turn, Scott put a hand on his shoulder. “No. I need to apologize. I was pissed because I thought all those pranks were you guys. Having those cameras around my house, scaring my daughter, that was too much.”

“That wasn’t us.”

“I know that now. But between your attitude in the locker room and everything that went down, I guess I had this idea of who you were. I was wrong.” Scott squeezed Dave’s shoulder. “You’re actually pretty decent. You taking the punishment for all three of you, the way you look out for Richards and Ladd… You’ve earned my respect, Rookie.”

Dave’s lips curved slightly. “Enough for you to stop calling me ‘rookie’?”

“If you stop acting like such a hothead on the ice?” Scott grinned. “We’ll see.”

“Fair enough.” Dave had hoped he and Scott could at least be civil, but he really liked the guy, away from the team politics and all the bullshit. There was still some time before the season started. Maybe he could offer something that would have them acting like actual teammates. “Your cardio is still shit—,” he held up his hand when Scott’s expression hardened, “—but I could help you with that. If you want. I usually run not far from here, but Coach told me you’ve been taking this route and I figured I’d swing by.”

Scott inclined his head. “Trying to keep up with your cocky ass would definitely keep me motivated. You’ve got a deal.”

“Cool.” Dave jerked his chin toward the path by the bay. “You ready to get another mile in?”

“And this is where you try to kill me.” Scott inhaled roughly, then nodded. “Let’s do this.”

They ran in silence for a while, Dave going slower than he usually would because he could tell Scott was already having a rough time. But the man didn’t complain. He kept pushing himself, his jaw hard with determination.

Near the end of the run, as they returned to Scott’s neighborhood, Dave playfully bumped into Scott’s side before he headed off.

“On your left!”

Laughing so hard he stopped running to bend over, Scott lifted his hand to wave Dave on. Then he called out. “I’m glad you’re on our team, Rookie!”

Shaking his head, not even bothered by the nickname anymore, Dave gave the other man a sharp salute. “Finally feels like I am.”

THE END

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Tell you about me? Hmm, well, there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order, of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.

As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for a while—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.

I hope one day to prove her right.

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