Page 6 of Puck Me Like You Do

I'm here to train for a gold medal, not see how many cocks I can fit inside my body at one time.

My mother's cruel words play through my head, reminding me of my purpose in life—to win a gold medal.

"Hey, Briella." Sean yells from across the ice. "Are you ready for lunch?"

"Sure Sean, just give me a minute to finish up here."

"You're going to lunch with Sean?" Atlas asks. "Are the two of you back together?"

I guess I'm not the only one who remembers our time together on the island. I just never expected they would remember my relationship with Sean. As much as I want to throw it in their face and claim to be dating Sean, I don't.

"No, we are not back together. We're just having lunch as friends."

Time stands still as I wait for one of them to response. Thankfully Ivan finally says something, "Good."

Good? That's all he has to say.

Gathering my dignity, I throw my shoulders back, "It was nice to see the three of you again. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have lunch with my friend."

I skate off the ice with my head held high, as my heart breaks. Damn they all still look as yummy as I remember. Of course they do, their pro athletes. What was I expecting, for one of them to sweep me off my feet and carry me away while the other two followed and proclaimed their undying love for me?

Besides, I'm sure over the course of the year, they've found their perfect, virginal girlfriends—yet another reason why I never searched for them online.

seven

Blade

"McKnight!Getyourheadin the game." Coach Wynn shouts in the team locker room at the end of the second period of our game against the Chicago Kraken. "That goes for the two of you to." Coach Wynn swings her gaze to Ivan and Atlas, both of them just as distracted as I am after seen Briella again after a year.

Did I really think I could just forget about her and move on with my life?

She proved me wrong when I saw her at the practice center yesterday. I can't stop thinking about her. And now it's affecting our game.

"Sorry coach." We mumble.

We're no longer the team rookies. We have to get our shit together if we want an extension on our contracts. At least according to my dad.

"We have one period left to beat these guys. I need everyone's head in the game. We're only two games out of first place—we need a win against the Kraken to move up in the standing. So, either get your head in the game or I'll take your ass off the ice." Coach Wynn walks out of the locker room leaving our team to decide our fate.

Whoever thought having a female coach would be too soft on the team, never met Coach Wynn.

"She's right." I turn my attention to Atlas and Ivan only to find them watching a video on Ivan's phone.

I don't have to look at the screen to know they're watching a video of Briella from the world championships from two years ago. She placed just outside of the top five, but she looked like first place to us.

We've watched that video hundreds, maybe even thousands of times since we found out who she was. Torturing ourselves by watching her graceful body glide across the ice and spin into the air. Reminding us daily what we gave up all in the name of hockey.

"God she's beautiful." Ivan runs his finger over the screen, following Briella's every move. "What are we going to do with her being back in our lives?"

"She's the one that left us. Not even saying goodbye." I remind them.

"But that was after we cowardly let her bitch of a mother tear her to pieces."

Atlas isn't wrong, we did act like cowards, not sticking up the woman we wanted to spend the rest of our lives with, while her mother belittled her in front of us. "I know." I drop my head into my hands.

We've spent a year without Briella, thanks to my dad suggesting we need to improve our image, since our potential sponsors were concerned about our lives both on and off the ice. Sharing a girlfriend or even a wife wouldn't look good, and the sponsorships would dry up.

I've had my doubts about my father and his intentions with my pro career. It seems like the more and more sponsors we get the more money he makes but our share stays the same.

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