Tangled Hearts With The Hockey Dick Novel – Madison Jake Coleman was moaning again. Uggh! Not because something was wrong. Jake’s moans were the deeply satisfied sounds of a man who thought a sports massage was basically a spa day and felt zero shame about it. “Right there,” he groaned into the headrest. “Don’t stop. Oh fuck yeah! ” I pressed my elbow into the knot above his shoulder blade and kept my face neutral. This was my life now.
Three weeks ago I had been lead physiotherapist for the Chicago Wolves, the best hockey team. Real caseload, real office, a schedule that made sense. Then Coach Biggs pulled me aside one Tuesday morning and told me, in the careful tone of a man defusing something, that given the current situation it might be better if I stepped back from the main roster for a while. The current situation. He hadn’t said Derek’s name. He hadn’t needed to. Weeks ago, someone caught Derek and I in the locker room too close. So, I guess he had told coach about it. What a dweeb! So now I had one player. Jake Coleman, twenty-four, right wing.
And a total horny bastard. Private sessions, three times a week, in the small treatment room at the end of the corridor everyone called the cupboard.. because it basically was one. “You’re quiet today,” Jake said into the headrest. “I’m always quiet.” “No you’re not. You usually do the whole..” he attempted an impression of me that was genuinely offensive… ” the trapezius is overcompensating, Jake, stop leading with your right shoulder, Jake…bla..bla” “Your trapezius is still overcompensating.” “There it is.” He shifted, getting comfortable. “Bad day?” “Just focused.” “Mm.” He went quiet while I worked through the knot.
Outside, the complex hummed, distant skates, voices, the low thud of something heavy on ice. “Can I ask you something?” “You’re going to anyway.” “Did you and Derek have a fight?” My hands didn’t stop. I’d trained them well. “Why?” “He’s been in a weird mood. Snapping at people. Biggs called him out about it yesterday and he almost..I don’t know. He’s just off.” He paused to stare at me for a bit. “And you’ve been in the cupboard with me instead of doing your actual job so I figured maybe you two had..” “This is my actual job.” “You know what I mean, Maddy! ” He winked at me with a wide grin. I did. And the reason I was in this room had everything to do with Derek and nothing to do with any fight between us.
But I wasn’t having that conversation with Jake, face down on a table. “We’re fine,” I said. “Okay.” He didn’t sound convinced. “He got a new physio, by the way. Did you know that?” I paused. Just a second. “What?” “Private sessions. Started a few weeks ago. I saw it on the schedule board.” He yawned into the headrest. “Makes sense I guess. Probably weird having his girlfriend do his physio. Conflict of interest or whatever.” I started moving again. Slower. “Who is it?” “Some external person. Not someone from the complex.” Another yawn. “Must be good though. Derek’s been going every other day.” Every other day? I thought about the last three weeks.
Derek coming home late. Derek showering before he got home — which he never used to do, he always said he’d rather shower at home. Derek on his phone more than usual, tilting the screen away when I walked past. I’d told myself I was being paranoid. “What’s the name?” I asked. Still casual. “Of the physio?” Jake thought about it. “Tina something. Why, do you know her?” The name landed in my stomach like something cold. Tina. Not a man. “No,” I said. “Just curious.” I finished the session on autopilot. Jake talked, I responded at the right intervals, my hands kept moving, while my brain stayed somewhere else entirely. I needed to find out the truth. *** Treatment room four was at the other end of the corridor. The door was closed, which was normal. I’d closed that same door myself a hundred times.
I stood outside it and told myself I was being ridiculous. Told myself I was about to walk in on Derek getting his hamstring worked on by a perfectly professional physiotherapist and I’d feel like an idiot. I told myself a lot of things. Yes…I trusted him. Then I opened the door. The world just — stopped. Derek was kneeling and his face buried in between her thighs. The woman had dark hair and her back to me, and for one completely insane second my brain refused to understand what it was seeing because it didn’t fit. It didn’t fit the room or the context or the two years I’d spent trusting the man on that table. ” Oh yeah, fuck! Eat me hard! ” She moaned, arching her back. And that was it. Derek was eating her pussy like it was his mother’s delicious meal.
She didn’t notice I was in here and pushed his head further into her pussy. And Derek didn’t seem to care. ” Oh my God! ” I whimpered. Then Derek opened his eyes. He saw me. The woman turned. Her face, terrified and she was already moving toward the door before I said a word. The click of the latch behind her. Music still playing from Derek