Free Shut Out by Kelly Jamieson

what I want to think about, so instead I think about hockey and do some visualization about how our first game is going to go.
    I’m still trying to find my place on this team. Coach seems like a good guy. When he sat down with me, he was up-front about my past and that I’m being held to a high standard. But he was also enthusiastic about my hockey ability. I’ve enjoyed our practices so far. He’s tough and makes us work our asses off, but I already feel like I’ve learned a few things from him.
    Back home, dripping sweat, I jump into the shower. Lately, showers are a time for a little yank and spank, and I lean against the wall as my soaped-up hand slides on my dick. Oh yeah…that feels so damn good…Dammit, who am I imagining? Skylar.
    Why couldn’t I have just been a jerk and taken her up on her offer to go upstairs that night? She offered. She was as turned on as I was, and I don’t think I’m being an asshole when I say I know that. Neither of us was drunk, it could’ve been so good…even though we’d just met.
    Pleasure pours through my body as my orgasm explodes, my body shuddering. The water washes away the evidence and I stand beneath the scalding hot shower for a long moment to catch my breath.
    I sigh as I towel off. Naked, I walk from the bathroom to my room.
    “Oh hey. Nice.”
    The female voice stops me in my tracks.
    I stare in horror at the girl who’s emerged from Rocket’s room. I lower the sweaty clothes clutched in my hands to cover my groin. “Sorry! Didn’t know anyone was here.”
    She smiles. “Don’t apologize. That was totally my pleasure.” She waves a hand up and down toward me as I back into my room.
    Damn.
    I’m so used to walking around naked—in the dressing room and here—I never even thought there could be someone other than one of the guys around. Well, at least she liked what she saw.
    In my room, I discover I’ve run out of clean clothes.
    “What the fuck,” I grumble as I shake out a T-shirt I pull from the hamper. I know this is gross, but what else can I do? I step into a pair of black sweats and head downstairs. No females are in sight, only Buck and Soupy opening the pizza boxes, which were just delivered.
    “Who do I owe for the pizza?” I grab a plate.
    “Me,” Buck says. “Ten bucks. Thanks, man.”
    I’m starving after my run and could eat a large meat lovers’ pizza all on my own. “Who was the girl up in Rocket’s room? I just flashed her.”
    “Ha-ha-ha.” Buck grins. “That gives new meaning to your nickname, Flash.”
    Soupy cracks up too. “Seriously?”
    I grin. “Didn’t know she was here.”
    “That’s the girl he left the party with last Friday.” Buck gives Soupy a smirk. “
Some
people got lucky that night. And by ‘some’ I mean not you.”
    “Yeah, yeah, shots received, dickhead.”
    Buck now frowns at me. “Dude. That shirt is nasty.”
    I sigh. “I know. I need to do laundry.”
    “Get on that.”
    I hate to admit it, but I do, anyway. “I’m not exactly sure how.”
    They gape at me. “What?”
    I shrug. “I missed Laundry 101 when I was traveling and playing hockey. My billet family did my laundry for me.”
    “Jesus.” Buck sighs. “Okay, tomorrow morning, you and me. Laundry lessons. It’s pathetic, but I’ll help you out.”
    “Sounds like a fun Saturday.”
    “No shit.” He starts going on about separating lights from darks, the use of stain remover, and hot water versus cold.
    “Jesus. I guess when you spend as much as you do on clothes, you have to learn to look after them.”
    “True that.” Buck grins. “You don’t wanna ruin a hundred-dollar pair of jeans, that’s for sure.”
    “So what are you guys up to tonight?”
    “Poker and cigars night. Barks and Jimmy are coming over.”
    “Cigars? Barf.”
    Buck laughs. “Yeah, I kinda agree. But it’s a tradition.” He pauses.
    I don’t want an invitation to join them. I need to study, and cigars disgust me. Yet…
    “You wanna join