Page 12 of The Stud

And that would be a bloody horrible idea.

Drinking hemlock – ancient Greek style – would be wiser.

“I think our captainshouldgo first, aye?” Shifting focus over to Igor Alexeyev, our 6’5 half-Russian defenseman, is accompanied by a mischievous, crooked grin. “You know. Lead the boys on and off the ice like the fucking beauty you are.”

He doesn’t hesitate to narrow his glare at me.

Wordlessly remind me of the pounding he will happily deliver on the ice for my selfishness.

Eh.

Worth it if Hoss finally begins to believe me about havingnointerest in her sister.

Because Idon’t.

I didn’t when we hooked up, and I damn sure don’t now, and I’m pretty sure the reason all these fucking plugs are even remotely interested is because we collectively told them not to be.

“Not a bad call, Snowman,” our social media instructor surprisingly concurs. “Let’s do this.” Her firm finger point causes her loose fitted, cropped, Dalvegan jacket to dramatically cascade down her slender shoulder, flashing me more skin on her than I’m typically allowed to see, a point my dick would happily make known if it weren’t for my gear. “Let’s pose Audrey behind the cart likeshejust pushed in it herself, have Cap walking towards the ice like he’s leading the boys to pracky, and we’ll angle the shot so that warmie laps can be used as the backdrop, really capturing that early pre-season essence fans are itching for.”

Fuck,I love when she’s in her element.

Truth bombskie?

Not sure our following would love us off the ice as much as they do if it weren’t for her creative magic.

“How was that little fire crotch that auditioned to be an ice girl this season, Snowman?” Luka Lagunas, Goonie Tune number one, playfully pokes. “She pass her audition withyou?”

Luke Lagunas, Goonie Tune number two, adds to the gibing, “She scratchyouritch?”

“We know you like ‘em bendy,” the trouble making pair chirp in tandem.

Chuckles spread throughout the group prompting Hoss to roll her eyes.

Forfuckssake…this is thelastshit I needed to add into the mix.

I didn’t sleep with that girl.

In fact, the only actual contact I had with her was picking up her towel that she dropped when I passed by on my way to the weight room.

How or why this is suddenly a rumor or speculation is unknown.

Defense swiftly darts through my tone, “Mate, we didn’t-”

“Remember,boys,” Hoss loudly interrupts, “the camera is not here, so just be natural.” They easily settle back down for her. “It’s just you, the LMC representative, and me.”

“Who looksexactlylike you,” Jazon Hedgecomb, our starting right wing, needlessly points out.

“Meaning you should betwiceas relaxed, Hedgie,” Hoss sasses in a snarky nature. “Can you count that high?”

Laughter effortlessly rolls around the area further proving the other thing that sets her apart from her Chanel wearing clone.

She’s one of the boys.

She gives us shit.

We give her shit.

And we protect her from anyone who isn’t us from treating her like shit.

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