Page 2 of Breakneck Hockey

“C’mon, Leslie,” I say, stealing his hat and putting it on my head. “Come drink with me.”

Coach and Jack are having some kinda disagreement. Or did they break up? No one really knows. What’s clear is that it’s bad for business. Coach is a lot more critical and a lot less tactful than usual. Leslie won’t suck his dick no matter how much I beg him to, which I think would go a long way.

What do I know, I guess?

Jack laughs. “No fucking way, dude. You must be high.” He takes his hat back and reaches for another on the counter, which by the look of the tattered rim is Dash’s. Right. Coach gets jealous when we steal Jack’s hat. He’d also be ultra pissed at Jack, more than he already is, if he went clubbing with me. Guess that one was a long shot.

“Dash?” I raise a brow.

“I’m having Facetime sex with Syd,” Dash says. “Donotleave here in my hat, Alderchuck.”

Stacey takes it from my head and switches it with the one he’s wearing. Oh, this one’s actually mine. Well, fuck.Haven’t seen you in a while, dearest.My hat is torn in two places on the left side. Stacey’s is torn in the same two places on the right side. Weird shit like that happens to us all the time. I don’t know how it happens.

My bro does a good job of not letting on that his heart breaks every time Dash mentions Syd. Dash and Syd aren’t exclusive. They’re not boyfriends by far. They have been seeing each other enough that Stacey’s worried. Dash really likes this guy. Once he’s back in Vancouver, they could see each other more.

“Fine, think with your dick. You, bro?”

“What do you think?” Stacey says.

Yeah, that was a long shot, too. He’s not breaking the rules. “Dirk?” I call across the condo.

“Dirk’s taking a hot shower,” Jack says. “Then he said something about dying in bed. You’re the only one with the energy to do anythin’ more than that.”

I do tend to carry the torch of energy within the group, but usually, someone’s got enough to cause shit with me. “Whatever. I’m still going out.”

“Your funeral if Coach catches you,” Stacey says.

Hell, even some of the guys might rat me out tonight if they catch me. We’ve got one game left and they’re all superstitiousand shit. I’m not worried. We’ve got this game in the bag. Not to mention, we fly back to Kelowna tomorrow morning. Plenty of time to catch up on sleep while on the team’s private jet.

Even though we’re in a city in Boston where I’m unlikely to be known, I wear a zip-up hoodie to hide my identity. Not to toot my own horn, but I look hot in this dark blue Lululemon zip-up and stone-washed jeans get-up. I let my dark curls tumble free for once, rather than locking them in a hat. I don’t like wearing my own hat. I like wearing someone else’s. I like to belong somewhere, and the hat thing does it for me.

While I’m in my Uber toward the nightlife, I open Benduovr to see how far away the dick that might want to fuck me is.

Bingo.Already a request in the box. I don’t show my face on my profile. Just my chiseled hockey body. My name is Brat Cat. I prefer to attract the Tops, but I don’t mind playing with twinky cats now and then.

Top Dog.

Shit. This guy had to have been the first one on the app to get a name like that. He can’t be good news, but for one night of fucking? Let’s see his pictures.

Scrolling through makes me salivate. He’s chosen to keep his identity a secret too, but he’s been generous in all other ways, showing off some very exposing photos. His dick is monstrous and angry. It’s a rabid dog that needs to fuck something. Wildly. I’m pretty sure he took this picture while jerking it. It’s leaking, for fucksake.

Great. Now I am, too. I bet sex with him would be so dirty. Yep, I’m sliding into this guy’s DMs.

Me

You sure cats and dogs should play together?

Top Dog

Bet I get you to purr like a kitten, brat.

Wow, immediate response and my favorite kind of banter. I may have hit the jackpot. Even though it’s in my name, only certain kinds of men use it alone like that.

Me

If you pound me with that ogre-sized dick, I’d roll over for you and purr. Might leave claw marks, though.

Top Dog

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