But man, when I remembered how Coach had moaned when I pulled his hair. Or how he’d deep-throated me when I’d shoved my cock into his mouth. Or the curve of his back as I’d scratched it while fucking him.
“Devs?” Claus nudged me and gestured to the server.
She wore a crisp white shirt and black slacks. She grinned, and that smile lit her hazel eyes. “I haven’t seen you with this crew before.”
“Uh, yeah. New trade.”
Her smile widened. “What position?”
“Defense.”
“You any good?”
Claus nudged me. “He’s the best, Caitlyn. He’ll be part of the reason we turn this team around.”
I cleared my throat. “Well, several guys were traded. And we have a new coach.”
“Yes, we’ve heard all about Coach Showalter.” She tapped her electronic pad. “Can’t wait to meet him.” She held my gaze. “What can I get you to drink?”
I wasn’t a huge beer fan. Well, any alcohol. But since I wasn’t driving, and I wanted to fit in, I’d do a couple tonight. “You’ve got a craft beer?”
“We have several. One’s from a local brewery.”
“Yes, please. That one.”
She cocked her head. “Accent?”
“Quebecois.”
“Yep, that’s what I would’ve guessed.” She pivoted her attention to Claus. “Best Coast IPA?”
He grinned. “You know me well.”
Exactly how well? The look they’re exchanging could combust wet wood.
“I’ll have an amber ale.” Pells was clearly trying to redirect Caitlyn’s attention. His French-Canadian accent was much stronger than mine—since he’d actually grown up in Quebec—while I just had a mother from there.
Her accent was pretty much all I had left of her.Okay, dwelling on Mom isn’t much better than obsessing over the best fuck ever.Right. Now both would have unique places in my mind.
Pells caught my gaze as Caitlyn moved down the long table. “Ça va bien?”
“Pas pire.” To his inquiry about my general status, anot badfelt about right. Because word-vomiting my stress to any of these guys—no matter how kind they might appear—would be the second-biggest mistake of my life. The first, of course, being last night.
Jesus Christ, you have to think about something else. One-night stand. Over with. Never going to be repeated. Get over yourself.
Yeah, except I really wanted a repeat. I wanted nothing more than to?—
“Coach,” Claus waved. “So glad you decided to join us. Didn’t have enough video replays to watch?”
The most amazing deep-brown eyes met mine. And the way the light hit his steel-gray hair? Much as it had last night?—
“I debated. Just thought I would get to see everyone in a social setting. You’re right, usually I’m up to my neck in game prep.”
“Well, welcome. It’s great you’re here early enough to grab a seat.” Claus gestured to the one directly across from me. The only empty seat. I assumed the guys who arrived later would sit on the enclosed patio downstairs or something.
“If you don’t mind.” Coach grasped the back of the seat butdidn’t sit. He clearly said the words to Claus, but his gaze held mine.
Slowly, I nodded.