Page 5 of Breakneck Hockey

My dick would look good on a jumbotron, brat. Would yours?

My own dick comes through to my screen. It is not a pencil dick. Sure, it doesn’t look like it was injected with radioactive steroids like his does, but it’s respectable.

Me

You lying sack of shit. You did have a picture.

Top Dog

Relax. I took it because you have mine. Now, get your ass back here so I can fuck it, Alderchuck.

Holy hockey fucking shivers, batman. No. No! That can’t turn me on. Or well, turn me on more than I already am.

I should block this arrogant asshole. Why haven’t I already? I’m wasting time with him when I could be finding something better.

Arrrrrgh.I know I’m not going to find better than what I saw, and it’s not just his dick either. He’s good at the banter I like, and he’s got a filthier mouth than I do. Also okay, I’ll admitthis to no one, but I’m more than a little curious to see what Sutter’s like in bedandif hate sex is all it’s cracked up to be. It’s probably my one opportunity to have hate sex, because I’ve never hated anyone as much I as hate Sutter. A shudder runs through me at the very thought. I know that Sutter always has a five o’clock shadow. I want to sand my babyface against it.

The hate sex between you two would be epic.Jack said that.

Either work your shit out or fuck him.Coach said something like that.

If I am crazy enough to let this happen, I can blame them.

No, I should block him.

Or.

Or.

Maybe this would be good for the team. If we’re fighting less, that means fewer penalty minutes and a better game overall. Not that I think we need any more help to win, but couldn’t hurt, right?

Me

Fine, coming back. We can negotiate, but that’s all I’m promising.

I don’t get the chance to turn around. I find myself trapped in tight muscular arms. The cold blade of a knife presses against my throat. Coarse fingers grip my jaw.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Sutter?” Because it’s Sutter, right? Please say it’s fucking Sutter.

He releases me and closes the collapsible blade. “Teaching you a lesson. You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

“Yeah, okay, Dorothy. All I’m learning is not to hang out with psychopaths like you. Where are we going to do this?”

The “this”is sex, which seems like a worse idea all the time.

“We’ll go to my place, Alderchuck. Follow me.”

He stalks away, expecting me to follow. His place? That’s just wrong, but with his paranoid attitude, it makes some sense. Probably doesn’t want to get shanked while he rails me in an alleyway.

The blue car beeps and unlocks when he points his fob at it. “Get in.”

“Stop telling me what to do, Sutter.” I pull the car door open.

“Get used to it, bitch,” he says, letting a giant smirk take over his face. “I’m gonna tell you what to do a lot when I have you in my bed.”

Grinding my teeth, I can’t tell you why I get into his car. It’s even worse when I’m inside and being accosted with the choking scent of his cologne. “Phew, Sutter. That cologne has got to go. Even my high school boyfriend knew how to choose a scent that didn’t have formaldehyde as its base.”

“Yes, honey, gonna get right on that,dear. And I’ll thank you to shut the fuck up about your exes when I’m gearing up to fuck yah.” He hasn’t lost his Canadian accent.

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