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Coach made us do a few drills that helped with my passing and slapshots. If Riggs wasn’t such a good player, I would have told him to fuck off, but undoubtedly, I was the weaker link and I had never been the weak link which irritated me.

“You are great during practices, and I think you guys are going to be great together, but it’s not unheard of for a rookie taking some time to get used to playing at this level,” the coach said, as we all picked up the cones, pucks and goalie.

“I don’t have time to let the rookie get used to the big leagues,” Riggs said, stopping in front of me.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t have traded teams and stuck with your old one.”

“Guys, stop your bickering!” Coach yelled. “For fuck’s sake, this animosity is making us lose games. Now go fucking shower before I tell Coach Trevino to lock you in a room together until you get your shit worked out.”

“Fine,” I muttered, slid off the ice and walked to the locker rooms before Riggs so I could get the fuck out of here.

“I’m leaving, but you better behave yourself, don’t make me babysit you because you are grown fucking men!” he yelled as I heard Riggs following me.

Our skates on the floor was the only audible sound as we entered the locker room. I quickly took off my gear debating on whether I should just go home to shower, but it was awful to leave sweaty and sticky.

I stripped quickly, walking to the showers like I would with the team here. Riggs didn’t need to know how much our kiss bothered me or made me nervous to be in the showers nakedwith him. Blood rushed to my cock as I walked in. Fuck, why couldn’t my body just behave?

Thankfully the water was cold as hell, deflating my semi, and I washed up as quickly as possible. As soon as I heard Riggs in the showers, my mind wandered and so did my eyes. Goddamn him for being so good looking, for being such a fucking ass and for belittling me like my father.

I finished, turned off the water, took a deep breath, grabbed my towel and dried off quickly. He was still showering when I passed by and I held onto the anger that had been stewing, but of course, he had other plans.

“You sure talk a lot of shit for being a rookie,” he said, turning off his shower. “You think you have this whole hockey thing figured out, but think again. You can get traded in a heartbeat because someone better will come along.”

“Just because that happened to you doesn’t mean it will happen to me,” I snapped, looking at his face, keeping my eyes at an appropriate level. “Let me worry about myself and you can worry about getting your contract renewed because we both know you only have a few years at best.”

He laughed. It was dark and condescending.

“You won’t last in this sport, and you’ll be washed up before I am,” he said, wrapping himself in a towel. “I’m surprised they picked you up from the minors because you might have been hot shit there, but you’re just mediocre here. Soak up the fame while it lasts before you have to rely on daddy to put you back in the spotlight.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled losing my cool. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Oh, I know that your daddy played professional football, and you are riding on the coattails of his fame and connections,” he chuckled, as I walked away chanting, ‘Be the bigger person’.

“I couldn’t figure out why you had a spot on the team and on the starting line too.”

“You don’t know fucking shit, Riggs. The only reason you were given a contract was because you were well known and they needed the publicity,” I snarled, grabbing my underwear and putting them on. “You were a pity contract.”

“Fuck you,” he clipped. “You’re such an entitled brat, you haven’t earned being here and?—”

I turned around, walked to his locker and pushed him before he finished what he was about to say.

“You wouldn’t be so upset if you knew it wasn’t true.” He grinned, and I took a swing at him to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.

He dodged my punch, tackling me to the ground and the concrete floor hurt like hell when we landed. I punched his ribs making him let me go, but he was quicker than I expected and he punched me in the jaw. My vision swam when I barely dodged another punch using his momentum to roll us around until I was on top, rearing my hand back, punching him in the cheek.

My hand erupted in pain as he tried to buck me off him except when he bucked our cocks brushed together and pleasure superseded the pain. We both froze looking down at each other and we were both hard. This was wrong, I shouldn’t be having this reaction, especially with him.

Why him? Fuck, I would take anyone else on the team, even Webber.

“Goddammit,” Riggs muttered. “Why you?”

He didn’t let me respond before yanking me down to kiss him and I didn’t have it in me to fight it. I kissed him back and rocked into him which made us moan.

“Damn you, Riggs,” I sucked on his lip before biting it.

“Fuck you, Gomez,” he growled, adjusting himself so I fit in between his legs giving me better access to rut against him.

Fuck him for making me want him.

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