Chapter Six

COACH & CAPTAIN 1

“Nathan, my office. Now.”

Coach’s voice sliced through the empty locker room, deep and commanding. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I grabbed my bag and walked toward his door. Practice had ended twenty minutes ago.

And most of the guys had already cleared out, laughing and joking as they headed home. I was supposed to be doing the same, but the second he called my name, my whole body reacted like it always did — completely under his control.

Bella appeared at my side, still wearing her tight leggings and team hoodie. “Nathan, should I come with you?” She smiled up at me, hopeful as always.

“Nope. You can go ahead. See you tomorrow.” I kept my tone light and forced a quick peck on her lips when she leaned in. The moment she turned and walked away, I wiped the spot with the back of my hand, disgusted. Using her as cover was getting harder every single day. I didn’t feel a damn thing for her. Not one beat. 

She was just a shield — nothing more.

I slowly pushed open the door to Coach’s office.

He wasn’t at his desk. The sound of running water came from the private bathroom attached to the room. My mind immediately drifted back to that day — the day I accidentally walked in on him fresh out of the shower. Water cascading down his broad, muscled chest, over his defined abs, and down to that thick, heavy cock hanging between his powerful thighs. I had wanted to drop to my knees right there and take him deep into my throat. I had imagined how perfectly he would stretch my tight hole and ruin me for anyone else.

“Nathan.”

I jolted hard as Coach snapped his fingers right in front of my face. He was standing there in nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, water still glistening on his skin. His dark eyes narrowed at me.

“What the hell were you thinking about? I’ve been calling your name.”

“Nothing, sir,” I lied, my voice coming out rough. My cock twitched in my sweats. I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to the deep V of his hips and the obvious outline of his dick under the towel.

Coach sighed and walked over to his desk, grabbing a dry shirt. “Sit down. Since you’re here, let’s talk about today’s practice. You were hesitating on the ice again. You’re our captain — you can’t afford to be soft out there.”

I sat down, trying to focus as he pulled the shirt over his head, muscles flexing. He leaned against the desk, arms crossed, looking every bit the authoritative coach I couldn’t stop thinking about.

“The ice is unpredictable, Nathan. You have to respect it. Don’t fight it — read it. When you’re skating into the corners, keep your knees bent, weight forward. Feel the edges of your blades bite in. If the ice is soft or choppy, shorten your strides, stay low. Trust your edges instead of muscling through every turn. You hesitate because you’re thinking too much. Stop thinking. React.”

His voice was steady and instructional, but the way he looked at me while talking made heat crawl under my skin. I nodded like I was absorbing every word, but all I could picture was him pinning me against the boards, teaching me how to handle something much harder than ice.

“You’re fast. You’re strong. But you’re holding back,” he continued, stepping closer. “On the ice and off it. What’s going on with you lately, Captain?”

This was it. My pulse thundered in my ears. I stood up slowly and closed the distance between us until I could smell his clean, masculine scent mixed with the faint trace of shower gel.

“I’m not holding back anymore, Coach,” I said, my voice low and shaky with everything I’d been hiding for months. My hand came up, trembling but bold, and pressed flat against his chest. His muscles tensed under my palm.

His eyes widened slightly. “Nathan… what the fuck are you doing?”

I swallowed hard, heart racing so fast I thought it might explode. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Coach, I said, I don’t want Bella. I don’t want any of them. I want you. I want you to bend me over this desk and show me how to really take it. Teach me how to handle every inch the same way you teach me to read the ice.”

The silence stretched between us, thick and dangerous. His breathing grew heavier. His jaw clenched tight. He stood up fast like a flash, then his big hand shot out and gripped the back of my neck hard — the same commanding grip he used on the ice when he was pissed.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, boy,” he growled, voice dropping into something dark and hungry. His towel twitched noticeably at his hips.

I didn’t back down. Instead, I leaned in closer, pressing my growing bulge against his thigh. “Then show me, Coach. Please.”

His grip tightened on my neck. His eyes burned into mine. The tension in the room was electric, thick enough to cut with a skate blade. For a second, I thought he might push me away. But he didn’t.

This was no longer just a crush, I was all in for it.