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G: That game was PHENOMENAL. You were on fire

Cooper: How are my stats looking now?

A smirk twitches at my lips. It’s refreshing to be spending time with someone outside of my teammates who knows about hockey.

Apart from my last partner, I’ve ensured every man I’ve ever spent time with has been as far removed from the sport as possible. So being able to discuss the game in detail with someone who understands is new for me. And I think I like it. A lot, if I’m being honest.

G: I’ll let you know when I run the numbers. Too busy celebrating your incredible win right now. But a few more games like that, and you guys are going to be untouchable.

Cooper: Celebrating, huh? I hope you’re not drinking whiskey. We both know what happens when you do

A photo of a glass of what looks like Coke comes through, but I suspect there’s something else in there.

A message quickly follows.

G: Whoops. What are you going to do about it? Spank me?

“Fuck,” I grunt, and then panic when voices hit my ears.

I look around, terrified that the guys might have filled the bus while I was being dickmatized by Garrett fucking Wentworth.

I shake my head when I find Storm, Donnelly, and Monroe walking down the aisle before taking some seats in front of me.

Tugging at my suit pants, I try to think about anything but doing exactly what Garrett just mentioned. I do not need to be rocking a boner when Rovvy no doubt decides to drop down beside me. Motherfucker really is resistant to my leave-me-the-fuck-alone stare.

I guess if I were being honest, it’s kinda endearing that he wants to get to know me off the ice. Usually, guys will try for a bit but eventually give up. Rovvy though—he’s tenacious as fuck. And I hate to admit it, but it’s working. His dog is pretty cool, too. Not that I’m going to tell him that.

Cooper: Damn fucking right, I would.

I hit send, my fingers curling with my need to do exactly that. I remember the way my handprint bloomed on his ass that first night.

Fuck. It was hot as hell.

I wonder how long it lasted.

G: Shame I’m in the wrong country then, huh?

Thoughts of him being in my hotel room, waiting for me fill my head. But I know it’s a fantasy that won’t come true.

He’s not here.

Fucking wish he was, though.

Getting him on his knees in my hotel room seems like the perfect way to celebrate tonight.

As it is, it looks like I’m actually going to be social and go out with the guys.

Cooper: Will have to make up for it another time.

G: I’ll hold you to that. What are your plans for the rest of the night?

Cooper: I agreed to go out for a drink.

G: Whoa, who is this I’m talking to? The Cooper Nash I know doesn’t go out after a game.

Cooper: You might want to sit down…

Cooper: Kodie invited me.