Page 52 of The Pucking Wrong Man

Hard.

The media had somehow gotten ahold of our little pregame ritual we did in the locker room most games—something that evidently had started when Ari and Walker were playing in L.A. and Walker got pre-game jitters. That video going viral had led to our media department requesting that we perform before one of the games.

I’d blocked out the exact date since I was completely against doing it. Ari had threatened me with the circle of trust when I’d voiced an objection.

And since I still didn’t know what that actually was...I had agreed to it.

But that was way before I’d concocted the plan to get Anastasia—to a game.

Although, the plan was definitely to get Anastasia as well.

“Can this be moved?” I asked seriously.

Ari threw an old sock at me. “No, we can’t move it! This is my time to shine.”

“You mean as opposed to the professional hockey games you play on a regular basis,” Lincoln offered.

“Stop raining on my parade, Golden Boy. It’s important that the world knows my secret talents.”

“You could just tell them about the ring at the end of your?—”

“What the hell are you all still doing in here? Get your asses out on the ice!” Coach Watts growled, popping his head in the locker room.

“We’ll need to circle back to whatever you were about to say,” I told Walker as we walked out of the locker room. Before he could say anything, Ari clapped his hand on Walker’s shoulder. Hard judging by Walker’s wince.

“Walker ‘Disney’ Davis,” Ari said threateningly. “Do we really want to talk about dick decorations?”

Walker grimaced, his hand hovering in front of his pants protectively, like he was in pain.

“Focus,” I snarled. “We still have time to back out of this. We can still have some dignity.”

“You agreed. I have it in writing,” Ari reminded me as we skated out on the ice to thumping music and screams.

Shaking my head, I shot a puck at the goal, before skating around the net.

“I’d like to revoke that agreement,” I hissed at Ari as I passed by him.

The asshole just laughed, like he didn’t believe me.

As I continued warm-ups, all I could hope was that the other part of my plan for the night was actually going well.

And that Anastasia’s “date” had never made it there.

She was here.

Alone.

And fuck, it was probably cheating to give the ballet school jerseys with my last name on them—Lancaster would definitely have something to say about that—but the opportunity to have Anastasia in a jersey with my name on it wasn’t something I was going to pass up.

It was better than I’d even jacked off to.

The blue Knights logo really made her eyes pop.

Or maybe it was her perfect tits under the Knights logo that was doing that.

The only thing that would’ve made it better was if it said “Mrs. James.” That definitely had a ring to it.

Baby steps, though.

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