Page 139 of Fear of Intimacy

I finally understood why the guys celebrated when they scored a goal. I wasn't even playing in a real game or with tons of people watching, but damn, I felt like I was on top of the world.

Smacking hands with Mateo, I grinned widely, turning to face my boyfriend once again. He was trying to hide his smile, but I saw the way his lips twitched. I sent him a wink before the guys were in motion again.

We really weren't playing hockey the right way. After each goal, we'd get repositioned, but if we let the guys immediately take the puck, we'd get annihilated.

Deciding to use another tactic to make sure Trevor didn’t get the puck, I came up to his side. Using my shoulder, I rammed into him, hoping he'd stumble to the side. Of course, that backfired. The guy was built like a freight train. It was like hitting a brick wall.

"Did you just shoulder check me?" He skated to a stop and looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes. And?" I crossed my arms, trying my hardest to look threatening. From the amused look on his face, it wasn't working.

"I thought we said no physical contact."

"What are you gonna do about it?" I should have known better than to provoke him. I never learned. One second, I was standing there, and the next, I was hauled over Trevor's shoulder. It dug into my stomach as my hockey stick fell to the ice.

"Trevor!" I gripped the back of his shirt as he started skating. How the hell he could skate with me over his shoulder, I’d never know. He acted like I weighed nothing.

"Bry!" he called out. I lifted up slightly to see Brytonglance over and hit the puck to Trevor, who easily grabbed it and skated toward the net.

"You can't score!"

"What are you gonna do about it?" he shot my words back at me. All I could do was glare. I couldn't exactly stop him while he carried me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Reaching down, I grabbed his ass as he shot the puck into the net.

"Grab all you want, Sunshine. It's not going to help."

Grunting, I rolled my eyes. Yeah, yeah, whatever.

"Tasha!" Josie yelled my name.

"He started it!" I yelled back.

"Trevor put her down!"

"Damn, there's her mom voice," Trevor muttered but did as she asked, carefully setting me back on my feet.

"Never mess with Josie's mom voice." Trust me, I'd been on the receiving end of it multiple times.

"She's scary," he whispered, moving past me. I one hundred percent agreed.

"We're only down by a couple. We got this, guys," Mateo cheered us on.

"Where's my trophy?"

"I want a medal."

"Oh, yes, I like that idea."

I smirked from where I was sitting at our table as my friends listed off things they wanted. Somehow, I wasn’t sure how the girls—and Mateo—won. We beat Wyatt, Trevor, Bryton, and Landon by three.

The said four were currently glaring at the rest of us withtheir arms crossed. They really didn't think we'd win, yet we did. What made it all the more hilarious was Lydia and Mila including themselves in the win even though they did nothing to help. They were our sideline cheerleaders so it counted.

The fact that me, Josie, and Mateo managed to beat three professional hockey players and Landon was mind blowing. I came into today thinking we had no chance. Before Mateo we didn't. But now here we were.

I was going to love bringing this up every other day. From the way Josie grinned at her fiancé, I knew she was never going to let him live it down. I mean, who could say they beat NHL players? They did this for aliving.

To celebrate, we all went out to eat and to brag about our win.

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