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“Is that—”

Emory sniffed the air. “It smells like sex in here.”

Ford bent over and howled with laughter. Riley’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip, and she glared at me, but nothing could hide the afterglow of an orgasm. I flashed her my teeth, and she sighed wistfully, walking out of the locker room, knowing we’d all follow her onto the ice.

Ford threw a towel at me, hitting me in the face. “You are so fucking screwed, Aasher. It's too bad you aren’t a part of that little ice bet Sully arranged, because you’d definitely win afterthat.”

I cleaned up my cum, ready to have a littlechatwith the rest of the team about Riley.

Team bond be damned. Not a single one of them was allowed to have an impure thought about my girl, or I’d cross-check them and not even think twice about it.

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I shruggedout of my suit jacket and loosened my tie. Crown Point’s locker room was nice and roomy, which worked in my favor because I had my eye on a few select Wolves that required my assistance.

Required my assistance, threat, whatever.

I put my phone into my pocket after texting Riley and letting her know we made it. She was staying home tonight. She and Sutton were going to watch the game on TV with pizza and beer after she did some stretches. I’d asked if she’d show me some stretches next time we were alone, and she sent me a naughty emoji and said she would.

My dick twitched, even hundreds of miles away.

“You ready to make these guys our bitch?” Theo asked, slapping me on the shoulder. He had been in a good mood lately because he and his little fake girlfriend were no longerfake.His future was shaping up with a good girl by his side and a confirmation from his dream team—something I was still waiting for.

It wasn’t too late to receive an offer or talk with a scout. And if I played my cards right, Coach wouldn’t get in the way of me signing with the Hops.

Theo just so happened to secure his before anyone else in the league.

“I’m ready,” I answered, throwing my fist up. Theo went around and gave a few more fist bumps, even stopping by Sully and allowing him to touch knuckles with our captain.

I paused, breaking my neck to look at Sully’s hand after the blackened color caught my eye.

Wait a fucking second.

“Why are your knuckles busted, Graham?” I couldn’t help but mention it.

Theo glanced down at his hand.

“That’s why you’ve been ready to go for practice this week, huh? Fully dressed and on the ice before anyone else. You’ve been hiding those healing cuts beneath your gloves.”

Theo shook his head. “Fighting. Really? Save that shit for the ice and be smart about it.”

“Meaning, don’t get thrown into the sin bin like our boy over here?”

Efrain snickered at Sullivan’s attempt at being in good standing with Theo.

Our boy.I knew he wasn’t talking about me.

Theo launched into a team “talk,” reprimanding the guys and warning them about keeping their head in the game and making good choices. It was our last game in the regular season, and we’d had nearly a perfect season, setting us up well for our conference tourney.

I tuned out the chatter after Theo was done playingDadand changed into my warm-up gear. I kept my eye on Sully, knowing we had a shit-ton of beef that we needed to work through before our attempt at securing a spot in the Frozen Four.Stay calm.

I shuffled in a quick, calming breath before spinning to pin him with a look. The locker room was dwindling, and the chatter had died down. “Your plan failed.”

He flicked an eyebrow, arrogance falling on his face like a mask. “What plan? Scoring with the coach’s daughter?”

Just the thought of her in his mind caused havoc in my body. “Beating the shit out of Gray and wanting me to take the blame for it.”

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