Friends with benefits is supposed to be a laid back, no strings attached kind of thing. You both would sleep with each other, but were open to sleeping with other people as well. It didn't matter, you weren't dating. This made you wonder why, at the moment, you had laser eyes burning into the back of your head by your FWB situation.

Logan Cooley wasn't the relationship type of guy. He was a D1 hockey player who was a top 3 NHL draft pick at the age of 19. He didn't have time for a relationship, nor did he want the commitment of one. However, he wouldn't turn down a friends with benefits relationship. Not with someone who was willing to avoid an actual relationship and certainly not with his head coach's pretty, nineteen year old daughter.

As to how exactly you ended up in this situation with him? You weren't too sure.

You and Logan were never very close. You were good friends with a lot of your dads players, but Logan never struck you as someone who was very warm and friendly. He had a reputation of being a cocky asshole, and he was, but part of you liked it.

Sometimes.

Enough to want to sleep with him.

Your dad would certainly kill you both if he ever found out. Luckily, he's never going to.

You and Logan keep your hookups very much under wraps. You haven't told a single person, and neither has he. Who knows what would happen if this got out?

What would your dad say if he knew his little princess and his only child was sleeping with one of his players? Nothing good.

But that's Cooley. He never was one to play by the rules. Which is why he is currently shooting daggers at the Michigan hockey player who was flirting with you at his own team's party right now.

It was the B1G hockey tournament, and several of the teams were in town for it, including UMich. Before the games started, the Minnesota boys decided to throw a party, and even extended their invite to the other teams. It wasn't always bad blood between them, and who doesn't want to party?

However, Logan could smell the penalty box from here as he watched you laugh and fix your hair as the opposing teams player looked and talked you up.

Finally, you parted ways with the boy as you headed towards the bathroom. He took this as his opportunity to snag you up.

You were about to reach the bathroom when you felt a tug on your arm.

"What are you-"

You were cut off.

"Sleeping with a Michigan boy tonight, huh?" Logan asked.

"What? No! We were just talking. I'm not some slut, Lo." You responded, shooting him a look.

Logan put his hands up in defense as he said, "Just wondering if I needed to change my plans for tonight too."

You were a bit taken aback by his comment, and you're not gonna lie, it stung you a little bit.

You crossed your arms over your chest and said, "Go ahead. It seems you've had many suitors tonight as well that would love a good night with you."

Logan laughed at your response.

"No, seriously. And since when are you concerned with who else I'm talking to at a party while I sit back and watch girls throw themselves at you at every single one and never say a WORD."

You had a point. Logan constantly had girls on him at parties, but you were never going to say anything. He wasn't your boyfriend, you were single and at the end of each one, you did always manage to be the one who ended up in his bed.

Of course he suddenly cared when it was a rival player.

While Logan wasn't one for dating, that didn't mean he liked to share. While he said he didn't care if you slept with other people, the thought of it made his blood boil. He wanted to be the only one who made you feel good. The only one you went home with after a night out. The only one who could strip and praise you, all while knowing he was doing it with someone who was essentially off limits.

Logan smiled as he took a step towards you, moving some hair out of your face.

He leaned down and said, "You know you're the only one who gets me after parties."

In a way, it was endearing knowing you were the only one the hot shot wanted to and was sleeping with. While he very well could have a different girl over every night, you were always it.

Logan planted a kiss on your lips, which you returned before pulling away rather quickly.

"I need to pee, and you need to scatter before someone sees us." You said as you pulled back.

You don't even know what you'd do if someone were to catch you two. All hell would certainly break loose.

"Fair enough," Logan said as he adjusted his posture back to his normal stance. "I'm gonna head out soon, you coming back to mine after you leave?"

Your heart sped up a bit, knowing you once again won a night in his bed over some random girl he had met.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stay for a bit longer. I'll text you when I'm heading out." You replied.

Logan nodded his head and said, "Sounds good."

With that, he pressed a quick kiss to your head and walked away.

You continued on with what you were originally doing before heading back to your friends. You had lost the guy you were talking to earlier, but you didn't care much. Your mind was elsewhere.

While you agreed that Logan was an asshole, there were times where you got to see other sides to him.

Like the way he constantly praised you during sex.

Or the way he went at your pace and did things you were comfortable with, making sure to never push it, even when it was rough, frustrated sex.

Or his surprisingly good aftercare.

Or, despite this typically being an off limits thing to friends with benefits, the way he would press kisses to various parts of your face, including your forehead. He did this a lot after the two of you had 'quick in and out we can't get caught' conversations, like the one you just had.

While you were just a hookup, you also weren't. Maybe it was the fact that you were his coach's daughter and he felt some extra sense of gentleness or carefulness behind that, or the fact that he genuinely couldn't get enough of your presence, he always saw you as a bit more than a hookup.

Never as a girlfriend or a relationship, but he always treated you more respectfully than just a girl he sleeps with.

You slipped away from your friends to get a drink, when the Michigan boy from earlier approached you.

"There you are!" He said, beaming.

You returned the smile as you found yourself in another conversation with him.

You talked for a few minutes before he said he was heading out, and invited you to stay the night with him at his hotel.

You politely declined his offer, and just as he was about to try to get you to change your mind, a familiar voice intervened.

"She's not interested."

You didn't even have to look to see who the voice came from.

Suddenly, it was you, Michigan boy and Logan.

Great.

The boy laughed as he said, "I wasn't talking to you, Cooley."

"I don't care, she isn't having sex with you. She doesn't want to."

The boy was about to speak again, when you grabbed Logan's wrist and dragged him away.

Luckily, there was barely anyone around you three and no one was even paying attention to what was going on.

"Are you fucking serious?!" You whispered yelled once you and Logan were away from everyone.

"What?! You aren't going with him, I heard you say no!" Logan argued.

"That's not the point, Lo! Are you trying to blow our cover?!"

"Defending you from a guy you already turned down is not blowing our cover, it's me looking out for you."

"Well it's going to look pretty fucking weird when the only guy I'm 'not friends with' on the team is coming to defense."

You weren't going to argue with him, he was too stubborn and always had to be right.

"Whatever, let's just go." You said, sighing in frustration.

"I thought you wanted to stay."

"I'm over it, can we just go back to your place, please?" You asked.

Logan nodded as he looked around before putting his hand on your lower back.

"Lead the way."