Page 88 of Knot Your Rebel

Things have been okay between us since last night. I’ll have to remember that next time she’s mad at me. Take her mind off of it and give her loads of orgasms.

A whistle sounds from behind me, and I turn to find one of our newer defensemen staring at my mate. I don’t even know what his name is, and it doesn’t matter. I will end him.

I start to skate over and say something, but Arden stops me. “Don’t make a scene, man. He doesn’t know.”

I nod my head and skate in the opposite direction, towards my goal. Scooping ice shavings with her shovel, she skates past, headed towards the doors where the zambonis come out. I should look away from her, but I can’t help myself. She draws my attention every damn time.

She catches me staring at her and rolls her eyes. That’s a fucking challenge if I’ve ever seen one. She should really understand what it does to me when she’s like this. Challenging me with her body language will only get her ass smacked later. But maybe that’s exactly what she wants.

My girdle tightens, and I cringe. Hard cocks are not meant for cups in hockey situations.

When she gets to the door by the zamboni, she lifts her ice laden shovel into the bin and smacks it against the side, getting all the excess off.

The way her gorgeous tits strain against her tight top she has to wear is unholy. But all the girls on the ice crew wear the same thing. I can’t exactly tell her she can’t wear it.

Well, I guess I can, but I won’t. My little brat wouldn’t approve of that one bit. The shirt rises as she bends over to scoop up more ice, and I get the perfect view of her gorgeous stomach. She doesn’t have abs. She has a little more padding than some of the other girls on the crew, but she’s still fucking gorgeous.

Gorgeous enough to have me gasping for breath every damn time she bends over, giving me a view of her sinful body.

“Head in the game, Tate.” Gavin skates past me with a smirk blasted across his face, and I narrow my eyes. The bastard does the same thing when Presley is at the games. He watches her like she’s prey. I guess we have more in common than I thought.

I chuckle, but my eyes are still on those sexy as fuck leggings plastered to her toned legs.

Levi skates over to me and tracks where my eyes are drawn. “You got a thing for one of the ice crew omegas, Tate? Is the infamous ladies man, Tate Geekies, officially off the market?”

I grin at him and remove my glove to show him the mark on my hand that Rebel so nicely gave me.

“Oh, fuck!” His eyes widened. “You’re mated to her. Does Coach know?”

I chuckle. “He will after tonight. We have some paperwork to sign.”

Turning to face Levi, I realize he’s distracted by the redhead that’s standing in the line of ice crew omegas. She rolls her eyes when she catches him looking at her. Her lips twist into a scowl of disdain, and she says something to one of the other omegas.

“Damn, looks like she’s trying to kill you six ways to Sunday with that damn glare of hers.”

He grins. Fucker grins, and then says, “Yep.”

“You know redheads are spicy, right? Like, she could chew you up and spit you out before you even blinked. She’s probably a she-devil.”

His cheeks blush like he’s a virgin, and I have to really wonder. He is reserved. I’ve never seen him bring an omega or beta around. He never gets with the puck bunnies. So, he either swings for the other side, is a virgin, or is just really focused on hockey and his career.

He’s young. He should be experiencing all there is to being a hockey player; the status, the money, the women.

I look towards Rebel again, but I can only see part of her. The bottom part with those sexy leggings are now hidden behind the boards.

The guys start to head to the circle for the face off, and I take the time to scuff up the ice around my net again. The puck drops, and players fly into motion. Our forwards skate into the opposition’s zone, rushing the goalie. Seb tries to distract the goalie from watching as Gavin and Arden pass the puck back and forth between each other.

The crowd grows louder the closer they get to the net. Some people are up on their feet screaming for someone to shoot or for someone to pass the puck.

Gavin shoots the puck, and it bounces off the goal bar, bringing it right back to us. The defensemen from the other team miss the rebound, and it gives us another shot to make the goal. Gavin passes the puck to Arden and gives him the nod, knowing that if Arden takes that slap shot, Gavin will jump out of the way.

He takes his shot, Gavin jumps up, and the puck goes in, bottom right corner of the net. The lamp goes off, and I can’t help but shout with the rest of the team and the crowd around us. Goal two of the night. Last game was bad, so we really need to get our shit together and get all the goals now.

The guys skate over, fist bumping or hugging Arden. He takes a cruise past the bench, and all the guys there also fist bump him.

The goal song pumps through the speakers, and half of the crowd sings along while the other half is still screaming their lungs out over the goal.

Even years from now, I’ll look back on nights like this and remember what I loved so much about hockey. I love the pure adrenaline that pumps through a crowd. You can’t get that kind of support anywhere else, but here, I can feel it. The thrill of saving a puck from going into my goal. The roar of my teammates as we collectively stop that sucker from scoring.

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