Page 102 of Pucking Revenge

“Good luck, Brookie?—”

“Sara,” I growl.

She grasps my jersey and pops up on her toes. With my skates on, I tower over her, so I bend at the knees until we’re face to face.

“Be a good boy,” she murmurs, her voice pure sex. “Bring me back to the boards, and I’ll ride your face tonight.”

I snap my mouth shut and stand to my full height. With one brow cocked, she smiles, waiting for me to lift her up. The girl knows how to get what she wants, all right.

The game isn’t even close. Aiden, Daniel, and War run circles around Atlanta, and when the buzzer sounds, the arena is chanting Saint, Saint, Saint, because in the final seconds of the game, I landed in a split to block the puck, officially earning us the shutout.

The guys skate around me, slapping my back and jumping on me, and soon the chants turn to Sara, Sara, Sara.

When my teammates scatter, Aiden is in the middle of the ice. He breaks out into his rendition of the Fresh Prince theme song. This time it’s about the win and the girl I can’t wait to kiss.

We head back to the locker room to shower and change, a little rowdier than we have been in the last couple of weeks, knowing the press should be kind to us tonight.

McGreevey pats me on the back. “Keep playing like this, and we’ll all be getting down on one knee and begging Sara to marry you.”

Beside me, War practically chokes on his own saliva.

I only smile. The idea isn’t half bad.

“Holy shit,” he whispers when I don’t reply to McGreevey. “Does she know?”

I toss my helmet onto the bench and get to work on my skates. “Know what?”

“That you’re so fucking gone for her? Brooks, a week ago, you weren’t sure if she had any real feelings for you. Now you’re thinking about proposing?”

“You’re proposing to Sara?” Aiden’s voice is too fucking loud.

I shoot up straight and glare at him. “I’m not fucking proposing. You”—I point at War—“shut it. And you”—I point at Aiden—“let it go. We just started dating. I’m happy. Let me just be happy and leave it at that.”

Aiden shrugs and disappears into the showers, but War’s watching me with a frown. “We’re going to Carolina next week.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Is she going to introduce you to her family?”

My heart sinks, because she hasn’t mentioned it. Sara is an open book in every respect, except when it comes to her family. I know she has a much younger brother, and I know she talks to him and her mom pretty regularly, but she’s tight lipped any time I bring them up.

My family is part of almost every facet of my life. I couldn’t hide them if I tried.

“Don’t be a dick.” I shuck off my compression shorts and head for the showers.

“I can’t believe you told her about our piercings, man,” War huffs. “Thought that was a sacred moment.”

I cough out a laugh. “Sacred moment?”

“Yeah, I offered to hold your dick and everything.”

“You guys are fucking weird.” McGreevey gives us a dark look when we step into the showers.

I avoid looking at any of my teammates. Showering with a group of men isn’t uncomfortable. I’ve been doing it since peewee hockey. Even so, we don’t hang around and chat while our dicks are hanging out. It’s more like get in and get the fuck out.

For everyone except War, apparently. “He told Sar about our matching dicks.”

I snort as a slew of Sara’s nicknames for them come to mind. And now I’m picturing Lisa Frank dicks.

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