Page 123 of The Stud

“Which ones?”

“Knee highs.”

“Show me.”

“No.”

“Show me.”

“Still no.”

“Show me.”

Arden sharply points the marker at me. “Say ‘show me’ again and the next dick I draw will be on your face.”

Light laughs linger down the hallway prior to me whispering, “The next dick you see will be on your face.”

She swallows her snicker, shakes her head, and snips, “Finished.”

“Is what I’ll be saying later…”

“Not if you don’t score.” Arden meets my gaze and recaps the writing object. “There’s no room in my bed for scorers who don’t score…”

At that, she sassily begins backing away, summoning a more savage response than I expected, “And you will be screaming on my cock after screaming in the stands, Slayer.”

“Maybe…” One slow, teasing lick to her lips is given. “Maybe not.”

Displeased and determined growls flitter through the space as I resume taping all the necessary parts of my stick.

Oh, I amdefinitelygoing to be in her bed tonight.

I damn sure don’t want to be alone in my own.

Rather than keeping me benched to begin the second period, I’m immediately put in.

Losing the faceoff is somewhat anticipated – Peck really does have some incredible stats in that area – however our team promptly getting possession isn’t.

Payne’s unexpected control of the puck pushes him to create as much distance as he possibly can before their defense glides in for reinforcements.

One pass is all he has time to execute, and one pass is all we need.

The tape-to-tape execution allows me to fake a forward shot only to slyly slip it back between my legs and upward, knocking into the crossbar, over the goaltender’s shoulder, and down into the net.

Rumbles of frustration from Seattle are smothered out by the goal buzzer.

The boys yelling in approval.

The roars of the crowd that have shot to their feet to chant “Ra” in celebration of the impressive shorthanded delivery.

I excitedly knock buckets with the boys on the ice prior to skating over for high-fives from the bench that I stumble onto afterward.

Additional celebration sounds flood the sold-out stadium along with the announcer disclosing the details that have me smiling into the camera. However, the instant it’s elsewhere, I cut a small glimpse to the tunnel where I know Arden is watching.

Our eyes lock just long enough for me to wolfishly wink.

Oh, I’ll be in her bed tonight.

And tomorrow night.

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