Dylan Culderway, a premier defenseman on our team, kicked things off by making a joke about how I better keep my horny self far away from Coach’s daughter.
“I heard she’s back in town,” Dylan said.
“Oh, yeah,” I mumbled disinterestedly, “where was she before?”
I didn’t keep fucking tabs on these kinds of things.
“D.C., apparently,” Dylan replied. “At college, I guess.”
“Oh, really?” I perked up. So she was young, hmm… “You say she’s back in Vegas?” I said.
I then asked a very pertinent question, “Is she hot?”
Dylan laughed. “Dude, Coach already has it out for you. I’m telling you, he’d annihilate your ass if you ever tapped his precious daughter.”
Ignoring the warning, I replied, “What’s her name?”
I liked the way it rolled off my tongue. Better yet, this could be my chance to exact revenge on Coach T for treating me like a pariah.
“What does this Eliza look like?” I asked Dylan. I didn’t want to hit on the wrong girl.
“Not sure,” he replied. “I’ve never met her. Since her dad doesn’t want her around any hockey players, I don’t think she’s ever been here at the arena.”
But then Jaxon Holland, a second-line center, jumped in and said, “I’ve met her.”
“And…?” I queried.
He let out a low whistle. “She’s a hot piece of ass, just your type, Perry. A tiny, little thing…” He outlined an hourglass shape with his hands, and I was salivating by the time he got to “…curvy as fuck, too.”
“That’s it. I have to meet this Eliza,” I declared.
“Go for it.” Holland laughed.
He could be a real dog like me, as demonstrated when he went on to say, “There’s nothing better than drilling a chick with hips like that. You can really grab on and go to town.”
When he mimicked a fucking motion, we all cracked up.
Except for Brent Oliver, captain of our team, who was frowning as he said, “You better stay away from Eliza, Benny. Dylan’s right. Coach T is crazy protective of her. He despises the idea of his daughter dating a hockey player.”
“Huh, I wonder why that is?” I mused.
Brent shrugged. “I don’t know, but weren’t you here the day he told us she was off-limits?”
I thought about it and couldn’t recall. “I must’ve been running late that day,” I concluded.
“Probably busy buying a chocolate donut,” someone yelled.
I swung my head around to see who the smartass was. Probably one of the younger guys, as the rookies always had commentary.
“Who said that?” I wanted to know. No one fessed up, and I mumbled, “Pussies.”
“Anyway,” Brent resumed, “Coach T made a big point of telling us to stay the fuck away from her. He promised there’d be consequences if any of the players asked her out.”
“Ha, ask her out? Who said I wanted to date her?” I volleyed back, mimicking, slow and easy, the same fucking motion Jaxon had a few minutes ago.
Everyone lost it then, including Brent. Though I did hear him mutter under his breath, “It’s your funeral, man.”
It’ll be worth it, I thought.
I liked that Eliza was off-limits. What a stellar way to get back at Coach for riding me so hard and unnecessarily lately.
How can one not love Benny. He is overcoming several vices and yet I loved the donut one. But I love that we see him struggle through things in a way and yet he is an expert on the ice. Eliza is the coach’s daughter, and happens to be a young NEW mother to boot.
There are many secrets, which of course come out in the worst possible way, and yet that keeps it interesting and keeps us on our toes while reading. So many sweet moments as well. You could really see the connection between Benny and Eliza so that was very well written. And you could feel the tension at times and the awkwardness.
The book flowed nicely, but a part of me wishes that there were actual consequences for the lies Eliza told. It just seemed that while I liked Benny was forgiving it was just too easy and she didn’t have to work for anything when it came to their relationship, etc.
Overall I enjoyed this story, I always love a good sports romance, and add in an overall light-hearted book and you have a winner.