Page 180 of Pucking Obsessed

To Colton.

Heine.

Plus, every hater who thought that they could put our captain and his team on trial.

All of a sudden, I glimpse movement out of the corner of my eye. Something has been thrown from the stands onto the rink in front of D’Angelo.

My eyes widen.

It’s a giant, spiral unicorn dildo.

The crowd cheers.

I’ve heard of octopuses being thrown onto rinks, hamburgers, and the minor leagues Christmas tradition of fans throwing teddy bears for children’s charities.

But sex toys…? Fuckingunicornsex toys?

What’s going to rain down next?A dragon egg butt plug?

I stare up at the area of the stands, where there’s a sudden flurry of movement. The big screens focus in on the area as well: an entire line of women wearing wedding dresses.

In the middle is a woman in her forties with greasy, gray streaked hair and a too wide smile.

It’s RebelLover22.

Tanya Vega.

D’Angelo swerves, narrowly missing skating into the dildo and crashing. He knocks my shoulder, and my ankle twinges, as I struggle to stay upright.

I grit my teeth, glaring at the woman on the big screen.

I’m going to make sure that Vega’s season ticket is taken away and she’s banned for this bloody stunt. D’Angelo could have caught his skate and broken his leg, hip, or fucking neck.

I’m breathing hard. Protective rage is rushing through me.

Who does this woman think she is — who do all these women think they are, turning up in their wedding dresses — that they can publicly claim my man, while I have to hide my relationship?

How dare they treat my captain like he’s an object to wank over, rather than a talented sportsman?

If they can’t respect him and turn up to watch him for his talent as a hockey player, then they can fuck off.

D’Angelo raises his stick and casually hits the dildo like it’s a puck. The crowd goes wild, as the dildo slams against the boards.

D’Angelo casts me a sideways look. “Okay, cucciolo? Ready to win this?”

The rage in me instantly cools.

D’Angelo is fine. He’s strong. He’s here with me because he’s choosing to be.

We’re going to win this together.

Exhilaration thrums through me. “One minute to go.”

“It’s all we need.” D’Angelo shoots me a cocky grin.

I spin, skating unexpectedly to the left and cutting off the Chicago Blackhawk’s center. D’Angelo takes advantage of my move to wheel around and find space close to the goal.

Grayson is still trying to get free with the puck.

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