Page 16 of Ice King

“What? That’s a compliment.”

Seeing them together was comforting but brought pangs of both guilt and sadness. I missed my dad, but what I was doing would protect him. Or so I hoped. “I’ll leave you two alone. I have a new life to put together.”

“Take a look around before you go. The practice wasn’t mandated so pretty much no one is here.”

“Will do,” I told him.

Roxanne waved as I walked out, realizing the coach hadn’t told me what I needed to know about North Bend. I guess I’d need to figure that out on my own.

I headed down the hallway, noticing most of the doors were open. While I heard a few voices somewhere in the distance, I’d seen no one else but a janitor since arriving, with the exception of the Wolfman. I’d come here first, nervous as I’d ever been in my life.

It wasn’t every day that someone picked up and started a new life across the country.

I couldn’t wait to crawl under the covers tonight. In my own bed, in my little rental house. What could be better?

As I meandered through this part of the arena, I was able to get a better feel of the team. There was a trophy case highlighting just how good they were complete with several team photographs. Istood in front of the locked case, admiring the group. They all wore goofy expressions, but you could tell they were very close.

Why was it that I had a feeling being accepted would be an uphill battle?

Well, I didn’t need to prove anything to anyone but myself. I moved into a room, turning on the light. A massage table. This was where I’d be spending some time. Massaging huge, muscular bodies. Why was it that a cold shiver replaced the heated vibe from before?

I moved further into the room, running my fingers down the table. The pay wasn’t great and of course with the team basically going on summer break within a couple of months, I might need to augment my income. I’d find a way to make it all work.

Thankfully, I had some money given what I’d been able to fence while on my trip along with what I’d already had saved. However, I also couldn’t see myself doing nothing. Still at this point, the worst thing I could do was try to get a job as a physical therapist. Not for a long time.

After turning off the light, I realized I’d made my peace with being here. Now I could feel good about returning tomorrow.

I continued down the hallway, trying to remember how I’d come in. Shoot. I was a little turned around, spinning in a circle. Maybe this way. I headed down another shorter corridor, noticing a wide-open space.

As I walked in, I groaned. A locker room. Not exactly what you’d see in a school gymnasium. The lockers were much larger, blue in color, and there was a logo on the ceiling. Really? That was weird. Even the blue and gold tile was color coordinated.

How sexy.

At least no one was inside. Before I had a chance to leave, I heard a noise and my curiosity got the better of me. I moved closer, craning my neck before I rounded a corner.

And when I did, I realized instantly it was a moment I wouldn’t soon forget.

The handsome but arrogant center, the star of the Seattle Wild, a man with the moniker of the Wolfman stood front and center.

Only he wasn’t wearing any clothes. Instead, he was standing under a massive showerhead, rubbing shampoo through his hair. With his back turned to me, I was provided with a perfect view of his gluteal muscles.

His ass was… perfect.

Oh. My. God.

The man was eye candy for the soul, not an inch of fat on his six-foot five-inch body. With his legs spread apart, I was able to catch sight of…

Oh, hell, no.

A flash of heat pooled between my legs at the same time a wave rushed up from my neck to my cheeks. Being caught up in the moment was a pleasure I hadn’t experienced in a long time, at least in a way where I could totally let myself go. To just for a few seconds be a woman admiring a man without repercussions or the understanding of what was about to occur.

I’d chastise myself later for not reacting more quickly, but for now, I’d indulge in a sin that no one could strip away. There wasa distinct electric buzz in the air even as I watched soapy lather slide ever so slowly down every inch of brawn in his body.

I could feel it on my skin and all the way into my bones. I could almost feel the passion he exuded while the scent of a deep forest and something equally as manly lingered in my nose. When I realized I was wishing, even willing him to turn around so I was blessed with seeing him in all his glory, his shoulders tensed and very slowly he dropped his arms.

There was no other sound, just the water swirling in the shower’s drain, but somehow, he’d sensed my presence. As he turned around, he coddled the scrubby ball he’d used to wash his long, tall body. And all I could think about was how very much I wished that I was that very cheap, neon blue netting so I could feel every muscle, every tendon.

And his huge… thick… cock.