Page 84 of Pucking Obsessed

Afterward, it only takes a pet to his hair to fully settle him.

Discipline doesn’t need to hurt.

Colton beckons me closer to the glass.

Reluctantly, I skate nearer.

He beckons again.

I grit my teeth but lean until my forehead would be touching his, if the glass wasn’t between us.

My skin crawls.

“You should be grateful that I care enough about this team to push you hard enough to improve.” Colton’s breath mists the glass. “Is the pressure getting to you, captain? Are you forgetting that you’re talking to your coach? You’re weak. Perhaps, you’re castrated from living with McKenna’s daughter. What? Balling your hand into a fist like you want to punch me now? Go ahead. Because the board have given me the call on who plays or sits out the next three games. Now, get your ass over with Prince and take turns shooting on goal. Then skatetenlaps if you miss.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Rebel Arena, Freedom

Shay

I wince,as every single muscle in my body screams.

Aching, I rest against the shower’s wall in Rebel Arena’s state-of-the-art locker room.

Water beats against my sore shoulders.

It was a bloody intense practice.

I don’t know how many laps I ended up skating. I gave up counting after the first twenty. I may have studied astrophysics, but it was still easier to count how many times I puked.

Three.

It would have been more, but I wanted to impress D’Angelo and score as many goals as possible.

I always try my hardest.

I know how much of an incredible opportunity this season is for me.

Yet Colton’s threats unsettle me. Then I end up underperforming.

He thinks that by being a hard-ass, he’s getting the best out of his players. Maybe his methods work with some of the men like Grayson.

Grayson is fun but he acts like he’s just out of the frat house.

Possibly, he needs an arse kicking.

Yet it’s D’Angelo who is brilliant at motivating me.

A bite for each goal that marks me as his…?

Could that become official training policy? I’d also take a kiss, erotic spank, or stroke of my cock.

Perhaps, I can turn the tables and train D’Angelo this way.

I smile at the thought.

No chance.

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