Page 18 of Sinful Secrets

Between the extra patrols for Arturo and the evening games for the Sharks, I barely have any time with her.

She doesn’t mind the late night visits. She practically begged me to come over.

I knew there was a sexy deviant under her facade. It didn’t take long to bring it out of her. She’s still shy when I tell her to talk dirty, but she loves it when I do it and when I tell her what I plan on doing to her.

Coach Bobby slams his clipboard down and yells, “Reed! Get your head out of your ass and get on the ice. We’ve got a game to win.”

I jump over the boards and take the ice with Montgomery, Marino, Hall, and Roberts.

Glancing up at the time clock, I see there are three minutes left in the game and we are tied one to one.

Our goalie, Knox Anderson, passes me the puck, and I send it down the ice to Marino. Joey pushes past two opponents and continues down the ice towards the net.

He stops abruptly and shoots the puck toward the goalie. Silence fills the air as the crowd waits with bated breath and says a tiny prayer that it goes in.

The puck sails past the goalie’s arm and hits the back of the net.

The crowd screams as the goal horn sounds and the announcer yells out, “He scores!”

Everyone resets as the referee drops the puck. As soon as the puck is on our end of the ice, they pull their goalie.

They pass the puck back and forth, trying to set up a play to score on us.

I push a player into the boards and try to get the puck from him.

“Not today, asshole.” He grunts out as he elbows me in my stomach.

I give him another shove, catching him off guard and stealing the puck from in between his skates.

Wanting to get the play away from our zone, I shoot the puck down the ice. Every player turns and skates after the puck, but it glides perfectly inside the empty net.

The sound of the goal horn fills the air once again. The crowd stands and cheers as the game resumes.

Marino takes the puck behind Anderson and waits for the clock to countdown to zero. The team congratulates one another on the ice as the opposing team heads to their locker room.

While the team wants to stay on the ice and listen to the crowd’s cheers, I just want to take a shower and text Savannah.

Chase Williams claps me on my back. “Great empty netter, Reed.”

“Thanks man.” I say as I grab my phone out of my bag.

There are no messages from Savannah, so I send her one.

Would you like to grab a bite to eat with me tonight?

I wait a few minutes, hoping for a reply, but it never comes. I kick off my skates and undress before grabbing my towel and heading to the showers.

Keeping my thoughts free from Savannah, I quickly shower and dry off before heading back to my locker.

Chase plops down on the bench next to me. “I’m throwing a post game celebration at The King’s Empire. You’re invited.”

“You’re throwing a party at the strip club?” I grab my phone. Disappointment fills my body at the lack of notifications.

Where is Savannah? She usually messages within a few minutes.

Did something happen to her? Is she okay?

Chase, oblivious to my inner conversation, continues. “Hell yeah, I’m throwing the party at the strip club. We deserve itafter a great win. Besides, they have booze and chicks, and that’s everything I need right now.”

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