Page 29 of The Break Out

“Still think I’m a bitch?” I snap, punching him again before he’s able to latch onto my jersey.

We exchange blows, he gets a couple that barely graze me before we’re falling onto the ice, I’m on him raining down hits until I’m pulled off.

“Bin,” the ref barks at both of us.

I taste the tinge of copper on my tongue and lick my bottom lip to find it’s split.Oh well.I don’t get to pick up any of my shit as I’m herded to the penalty box once again. I shake out my sweat slicked hair so it doesn’t stick to my face. Collee skates over to where I’m going to have to spend the next five minutes and hands over my gear.

“You proud of how this game is going for you?” he asks calmly. Or maybe because his voice is so fucking deep, he just always sounds calm.

I want to say something about how I feel like it’s going well trying to get his sister into my bed, but I bite my tongue. I’m keeping that shit to myself a little while longer.

“Yeah, I am,” I say instead.

He looks like he’s about to say something else, and I raise my eyebrow waiting for it. Nothing comes out and he skates away so they can continue the game. I scoff at his back. My knuckles are starting to burn and when I look down, they are split. I stretch my hand out a couple times and rotate my shoulder, wincing at the slight pinch of pain, but shake it off. I grab a rag and start wiping them before putting my gloves back on.

Oh well, I’ll deal with it after the game. Playing with busted knuckles and a sore shoulder isn’t anything new. Every guy knows what it’s like. Play through the pain that’s what I had a coach tell me when I was in high school. He didn’t have to tell me twice. I liked playing through the pain, in fact I think it makes me play even better. Something primal about it and just makes me want to kick ass.

After my penalty is done, I skate to the bench. Coach comes up behind me and leans down and whispers so only I can hear, “Pull one more fucking thing and you’re out.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from snapping something about him begging management to send me somewhere else. Instead, I mumble, “Yes, Coach.”

That’s twice tonight I’ve stopped myself from sayingsomething I know I shouldn’t. That must be a new record for me. I deserve a reward. I know the kind I want. She has long legs, blonde hair, and green eyes that look at me like they want to rip me apart. But she won’t be the one doing that. I want to fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow.

Shit,I shake the thoughts away because getting hard right now is not in the cards. Winning this fucking game is. Though, the rest of these assholes are making that less and less likely.

Fuck this season.Fuck this team. Fuck that game. We lost, yet again. I’m almost forgetting what it feels like to even win. I go through my post-game routine which is to ignore every one of these motherfuckers while I shower and get out of here. Except, when I’m leaving the locker room, I keep an eye out for one particular woman and when I see her, I’m surprised to see she’s alone.

Of course, I take advantage of that, approaching her confidently. “Waiting for me, Princess?”

Her gaze snaps up to mine and narrows. This is my favorite way she looks at me. A little pissed off. A little bitchy.

“Gross. No, I’m waiting for my brother.”

“Where are the others?” She knows who I’m asking about.

“Chandler is on bedrest; Spencer is at home in the zone and Audrey is–why am I telling you this? Get lost.”

I chuckle. “Fine, but only because one fight was enough forme tonight. I don’t need to kick your brother’s ass in front of you yet.”

“More like you don’t need to lose two fights in one night.”

“Did youwatchthe game? I won that fight, it wasn’t even close.”

She shrugs. Fuckingshrugs.

“Baby Collee, you are justaskingfor a punishment, you know that?”

She gasps almost too quiet for me to hear, and I see the slight tinge of pink that appears on her cheeks.

“Seems like you might like the sound of that,” I taunt.

Brynn opens her mouth to say something, but then her eyes catch on something behind me, and she snaps it shut.

“Why do I always find you talking to my sister?” Collee asks.

“Because she always wants to talk to me when I’m just trying to head home.” I wink at her.

Her eyes roll, and fuck I want to keep track of each time she does that and make sure once I get her in my bed, she gets her ass spanked for every fucking time.

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