Page 43 of Pucking Obsessed

It’ll be hell for both players and staff if Colton and Heine take it over.

I try to tune out Colton’s sneering voice.

One more week of this.

Three games.

Dad turns away from the rink. “Keep your shit together and make sure that Jude and Shay do the same. Shay is our secret weapon. Colton can’t see what we both can: He’s a legend in the making. That boy could be one of the best. He’s going to be the reason that we win or lose this week. Hell, this season. But we also both know that he has more monsters in his past than most of us. I can provide him with therapy and help him with one-to-one coaching myself. But whatever you’re doing with him is making the real difference. So, keep doing it.”

“I’m loving him, Dad,” I reply, softly.

I don’t think that Dad means keep doing things like using my tentacle dildo on Shay, riding his face hard, or stuffing my panties in his mouth as a gag.

Right?

Although, I’m doing all those things too.

Regularly.

“More like you’re offering him stability. I don’t care. Whatever it is, it’s working. As long as he keeps on scoring for us.” Dad begins to march away from the rink, and I hurry tofollow him. “Don’t forget my annual costume Halloween party on Friday. I expect you all to be there.”

I freeze. “What Halloween party?”

I feel numb.

Dad is still walking like he hasn’t noticed that I’m not behind him any longer.

My hands are shaking. My throat is dry.

Mom died on Halloween.

Strangely, that’s not what distresses me. It’s the memory that a day Code and I had always loved before that was never celebrated again.

Mom would have hated that.

We weren’t allowed to go trick-or-treating, put out pumpkins, dress up, or go to parties. Instead, we were haunted by our own ghosts.

The first Halloween party that I went to again was at college with D’Angelo.

He made it special and fun with his brand of wild debauchery, until strangely, I felt like I was no longer haunted.

He brought me to life that night.

Of course, I didn’t realize that his horny devil outfit that consisted of nothing but a pair of flashing horns and showed off his gorgeous naked ass, was worn out of necessity.

He hadn’t been able to afford a costume because he was struggling to survive without any family on his scholarship, starving some weeks. So, he went naked to the party.

He liberated me, while being trapped himself.

I wasn’t able to save him all those years ago but I can now.

Finally, Dad realizes that I’m not following him.

He turns to look at me.

“What?” He appears confused. “Didn’t I tell you about my annual parties? I put on events throughout the year for my team,along with the board. It’s no different to my cookouts at the lake house.”

Except, it fucking is.

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