Page 65 of Our Pucking Way

But that didn’t mean I trusted him implicitly.

I didn’t think I could ever do that after everything that had happened between us all.

“We’re going to need to be better than that for Toronto next week,” Sebastian said tiredly as he made his way to his locker, plopping down on the seat and leaning his head back against the wall. Outside of me, he’d had the most time out on the ice to try and help me out. He was obviously feeling it.

I grunted as I finally made it to my locker and threw my gloves down. I was about to plop down when I noticed something shiny smeared across my seat.

What the hell?

I was exhausted. That was the only excuse I had for reaching down to see what it was instead of asking someone from the janitorial staff to clean it off. Fuck, it could have just been some of the menthol gel I’d rubbed on my wrist before last period to try and distract myself from the pain I was having thanks to that hit I’d gotten from one of their forwards as he tried to push the puck in.

I slid my fingers through, grimacing at the texture as I brought it up to my nose to sniff.

“Fuck,” I growled, when I smelled Kennedy’s scent...and something else. “Fucking hell.”

“What?” Sebastian asked, jumping up from his seat like we were under attack.

Fuck, is that what our life had come to now?

“Greyson had Kennedy in here. And I’m pretty sure he fucked her against my locker.”

I thrust my fingers into Sebastian’s face and he inhaled, his eyes growing hazy for a second as he took in Kennedy’s scent.

“Ugh. That’s not just Kennedy!” he snarled, wiping at his nose like I’d wiped some of it on him.

“I’m well aware,” I drawled, grabbing a towel and wiping my seat, even though I knew it wouldn’t be enough to cancel her scent.

I knew that because my room was soaked in the smell of her for weeks after she’d come on my leg that first day.

I glared around the room like any second now one of my teammates was going to lunge forward and get a whiff of Kennedy’s scent.

Fucking Greyson.

“What’s going on?” asked Jack, wiping a towel through his hair. Somehow he’d managed to shower in the five seconds we’d been back in the locker room...like a freaking ninja.

I held up my hand and he stared at it like it was a snake that was going to bite him.

Since it did have some of Greyson’s cum on it...I guess it was like a snake.

I thrust my hand forward, so he had no choice but to smell it. If the rest of us had to, he had to as well.

“Fucking hell.” Jack shook his head, sighing as he dragged his hand down his face. “I’m never going to be able to concentrate knowing she’s been here. That she’s cum in here,” he whisper-yelled. He also eyed our teammates suspiciously, like they were all going to attack and start sniffing around my locker.

I studied my locker, realizing the asshole had spread it to other places as well. My practice jersey, my bag...I mean hell, how long had they been in here?

“Guess we know he didn’t kidnap her during that last period,” I remarked as Sebastian inspected his locker for anything.

Greyson hadn’t done anything to his space. And Jack didn’t find anything on his either. Which meant that Greyson had chosen to torture just me.

Which didn’t surprise me honestly.

It was probably because my dick was half an inch bigger. He’d probably gotten a look at it in that threesome we’d had the other day and gotten all jealous.

“I’m going to have to take all my stuff back to our place to wash it because I don’t want any of the staff smelling her,” I complained, beginning to unsnap my pads. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate at all if I keep it on there. I’ll be skating around with a hard-on. And we all know I won’t be able to hide it.”

Jack snorted, shaking his head and going back to get his bag. Fuck, he was going to get so much more time with Kennedy, getting these pads off was a fucking chore.

Jack disappeared out into the hallway as Sebastian dragged himself to the shower. I finally got my pads off and I followed, after covering the bench with a towel...just in case.

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