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"Aw, here come the pet names."
She let out an exasperated sigh.
"Why are you such a pain in the ass?"
"It's a talent," I answered for him.
At that point, we let it drop. We'd made our way to the concession stand where Sam had an entire feast prepared.
"There you are," she called out, waving Macy over. She broke away from our hold and hurried away. My gaze shifted to the other guys who all gave us a knowing look. If we thought we were being discreet, we were obviously mistaken.
"Fuck, Coach is going to slaughter us," Tate groaned.
"Yes, he is."
The coach's voice was hard and we all turned around with likely guilty expressions on our faces.
"Uh, Coach. We didn't—" He cut us off with a hand in the air.
"Look, I've not seen my girl smile like she has in a long time. You make her feel safe and this dad can't complain about that. But if you, for a second, think of using her and tossing her away?" He stopped for emphasis, giving us each a scathing look. "I will stick your balls to the ice and let the boys run the Zamboni while you try to get away."
My hand went protectively to my balls as I stared at him. For our usually even-tempered coach that was damn specific, and more than a little terrifying.
"Good thing we don't have to worry about that," Elias said confidently.
"Agreed," I offered. "But that wasn't a visual I needed."
The coach smirked and walked away, whistling again.
Holy shit, we were in trouble.
ChapterTwelve
Macy
"Did you just fuck them in the storage room?" Sam accused, not holding back at all. Her eyes danced with amusement before she let out a bark of a laugh. When I followed her gaze it was locked onto my three guys and Dad.
"Oh shit," I gasped, horrified. Their eyes widened and hands went protectively over their balls.
"That was a definite threat," she hissed gleefully, enjoying every second of this.
"God, this is so embarrassing," I muttered. "I don't know which is worse, the team knowing, or Dad knowing. I'll never live this down."
"Girl, shut up. I'm still jealous you have not one, but three. Tell me they keep track of orgasms like it's a competition."
I shrugged and she gasped, horrified now at my silent admission.
"You haven't fucked them?" she clarified, her hand over her chest like the information hurt her very soul.
"Okay, drama. No, I haven't," I hissed back. "Keep it down, will you?"
Before she could say anything more, someone walked up and knocked on the glass.
"Can I get some more of that pasta?" Gold asked, giving her his usual grin. "I'd marry you if you'd let me."
She snorted. "Sorry, kiddo."
"Kid?!" He blanched at the nickname. "I'm easily older than you."
