KODIE
Casey Watson.
I spent the night with Casey fucking Watson.
No wonder she wanted to keep her identity a secret.
Over the past week, I’ve come up with every conceivable reason as to why my mystery woman refused to reveal her identity to me.
But it never even crossed my mind that it was because she was Coach’s daughter.
“Fuck,” I breathe, lifting both of my hands to my head as the water rains down on me.
Everyone else has left. I’m finally alone and able to freak the fuck out.
Coach is…Coach is like a father to me.
To all of us.
It fucking kills me that I’ve unknowingly disrespected him.
And not just once, either.
Sure, I may have only spent one night with her, but I’ve thought about my mysterious masked woman constantly over the past week.
Hell, I’ve jerked off daily to my memories of that night.
And now I discover she’s the most forbidden woman in my life.
Pressing my palms to the cold tiles before me, I hang my head as shame, regret, and disbelief rush through my veins.
I should have known.
How the fuck didn’t I know?
A frustrated groan rumbles deep in my throat as I tip my face to the ceiling, letting the water rush over my skin. Unable to contain it, my lips part and a loud roar erupts as my fist slams against the tiles.
But it doesn’t help. I’m not sure anything will.
Turning off the water, I grab a towel, wrap it around my waist, and head back to my stall to get dressed.
My heart jumps into my throat when I find one of our third-line defensemen with his pants halfway up his legs and a guilty expression on his face.
He’s a rookie fresh out of college. Green as fuck but cocky as hell.
I remember it well.
“I’m sorry,” he blurts. “I-I wasn’t listening or anything.”
I glare at him, and he dresses even faster than before.
“I wanted to put in an extra hour at the gym and?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I bark.
He slams his lips together and swallows nervously.
Ripping my eyes from him, I continue toward my stall.
