Page 1 of Goal Line Love

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HARRISON

Coach slams his finger into my chest, getting into my face for my full attention. “How many times do I have to say it? Don’t injure other players! You need to leave that mega aggressive shit in the game.”

I swirl my tongue in my mouth as I try to push down the urge to roll my eyes and fight a yawn. This isn’t advice I want or need to be taking from the coach.

Fuck, I don’t want to take any advice from him.

Having to play for the Frostwolves is the worst thing to happen to me and the faster I can get back to Cali, the better. I’m not called the “surfing hockey player” for nothing.

“Are you listening to me, Briggs?” Coach’s voice raises.

It takes everything within me to not answer him. I don’t listen to anyone. I’m constantly in my little world. Trying to come up with ways to get traded back to the sunshine state.

A saving grace appears as the most curvaceous and delicious specimen of a woman as she walks by. With her shiny blonde hair, and the longest legs that will perfectly wrap around my body. She invokes all the drool worthiness from her curves and has me wanting to turn into a cartoon character and react like a dog.

“Who is that?” I interrupt Coach's demand for an answer.

Coach curses and looks over at the woman down the hall. “No one you need to know. Keep your nose clean and your dick cleaner, Briggs. I fucking mean it.”

Coach stomps off and he’s no longer a thought for me, but the woman begs for me to get to know her, and I don’t waste a second as I head after her.

“I’ll be the judge of what I need.” I smirk, imagining her in my bed this evening while I worship those heavy breasts and that bubble booty.

I lick my lips in anticipation.

Bergan

Heavy footprints echo loud behind me, but I ignore them. I’m determined for some interviews, and I won’t let anything stop me from getting my dream of being in that announcer’s booth.

I turn the corner and open the door into the locker room and every eye in the room stares at me as naked men swarm the room like bees in a hive. A few men cover up with a towel, but most of the men smirk and wink or ignore me. I keep my head held high as I make sure not to look down and ensure they know I’m not affected. I’m a serious sports journalist, and the men journalists are in and out of here all the time. It won’t stop me just because I have a vagina.

Alexie wraps a towel around his waist as he walks over. “You shouldn’t be in here. Leave, please.”

Aiden stands at his locker, letting everything hang out with a big smile. “Rosten, you here to pick your next player?”

I clench my fists but try not to show any other outward appearance of how much his comment stings.

I dated one hockey player. One. And now everyone, and I mean everyone, thinks I dated him to get into the announcer booth. It doesn’t matter that it’s not true. That I loved him and thought he loved me. But nobody believes me. They don’t care my heart was dragged through the ringer and how I found out he moved on from me in a fucking tabloid.

Inhaling, I count down for composure and tip my head, ready to give Aiden a comeback when a man comes up behind me.

“Hey, guys, leave her alone. Honey, you need to leave.” His warm breath brushes my neck, and I try to ignore it, but it smells like peppermint and invigorates my mind and body.

Annoyed, I jut my hip out and turn toward the very tall and sexy Harrison Briggs.

My lady bits tingle and I scowl at the feeling. “Don’t call me honey. And I have a press pass. See.” I lift my pass up in front of him and wave it around.

Harrison smiles. “So you think you can take seeing all this manhood?”

A few of the players laugh and snicker.

“Pfft. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Harrison winks and starts stripping right in front of me while he never takes his eyes off mine.

“Like what you see?”

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