Page 58 of The Power Play

He stiffens behind me, “That’s not going to happen with me.”

“Aw, why not,” I pretend to whine. “That goalie of yours, Colver, is pretty cute.”

When I can’t help the giggle I let out, he relaxes, realizing I’m kidding. “Very funny,” he mumbles.

I don’t stop giggling and once I sink into him it’s scary how easily I drift off to sleep once again.

The next morning I update my group chat on the new development.

Audrey: I fucked him.

Jade: Hypothetically?

Audrey: Nope. For real.

Skylar: And???

Audrey: And it might have been the best fuck of my life. So I might be in big trouble.

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We are playing the L.A. Spartans tonight, who are one of our biggest rivals. It seems like every game we play against them, some sort of shit goes down. And I’m ready for it. I tend to not be a super aggressive player. I’m here to do a job and get the puck to the net. However, I’m still a hockey player and some would say we are all pretty hot-headed. Which is why I’d never turn down a fight.

Plus, I’m fired up, I feel different after my night with Audrey, which seems cliché, but whatever, it’s true. I can’t believe I actually had sex with her, and not that I have much to compare it to, but it was easily the best sex of my life.

She’s just…she’s amazing.

I could tell something was up with her though, after we both woke up this morning. She didn’t say much as we went about our normal day like our dynamic hasn’t changed. I guess to her it really hasn’t. Having sex was a massive deal to me, but I guess not to her.

Which is fine.

I’m still trying to convince myself of that.

I do think Audrey is afraid of anything resembling more than just sex. Even though I haven’t said anything, I guess cuddling in her bed all night wasn’t exactly screaming a one-night stand.

Maybe because I don’t want a one-night stand.

Once I get to the arena for the game the tensions are high in the locker room as we all get suited up and focus on our pregame rituals. I, on the other hand, am having a hard time focusing when I don’t know if a certain someone will be at the game. I haven’t seen her since we left the bed this morning. After the night we had, and the potential of her freaking out has me holding back on texting her.

Instead, I nudge Collee, “Hey, is Chandler bringing Audrey tonight?”

What I like about Collee is he doesn’t pry. He respects privacy, which means, unlike when I ask Dumont, he doesn’t get on my ass about thewhy. Plus, he’s a smart guy, I’m sure he assumes.

“Yeah, and be warned that we had to promise Chandler that if we won tonight, we could go out and celebrate before heading back on the road.”

I nod, “Thanks.”

That doesn’t necessarily mean Audrey will want to join in going out, but if she is then I will be there too.

The game is brutal,just as I expected it to be. Both teams have taken several penalties. Most of which have been roughing, ever escalating into full blown fights since the refs step in.

I even got a cross checking call during the second period because this player was being extra pushy with me, and I got annoyed so I pushed back pretty hard and of course it got called. Unfortunately, L.A. scored on the power play, so I was even more annoyed when I got out of the box.

We are tied with less than ten minutes left in the third and tensions are high. Which is probably why Collee ends up in a fight against some guy I’m not familiar with. Collee rarely fights so I’m both impressed and shocked. He’s a tall ass guy, six-foot-six, and the guy he’s fighting, who I see is named “Wheeler” is a couple inches shorter than him. Despite the height difference, they seem pretty evenly matched with the blows that go back and forth. Both their helmets are knocked off and all of my teammates are tapping our sticks on the boards.

Collee gets Wheeler onto the ground and that’s when the refs jump in to pull the guys apart. They both skate toward their respective penalty boxes, but the chirping doesn’t stop. Wheeler’s nose is bleeding, and Collee has a cut on his eyebrow, but it doesn’t seem to bother either of them.

“It’s weird you play hockey since you’re such a pussy,” Wheeler calls after Collee. I roll my eyes at the insult that would make more sense for some junior league, not full-on adults.

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