Page 2 of Slapped Into Love

“You heard Coach,” our captain called out. “I used to do power skating camps back in my youth hockey league, and they helped make me the player I amtoday.”

Several guys nodded in agreement, including Jason. “He’sright,man.”

“Yeah,” I sighed, as I tried to shake off my exhaustion and get ready to skate hard. “Iknow.”

At our coach’s signal, I shuffled to my feet along with everyone else. “Do a few laps,” he ordered. “She should beheresoon.”

“She?” The question echoed around the rink, voiced by several of the guysincludingme.

“Yes,she,” Coach responded, stressing the second word. “And I don’t want any bullshit about it because we’re damn lucky to have gotten her to fit these sessions with us into her trainingschedule.”

“Training schedule? What is she, a figure skater? I bet I could out-skate any figure skater any day of the week,” one of the rookiessnorted.

“You heard Coach; shut it!” our captain chastised. “Besides which, you’re being a dipshit since some of the best power skating coaches are figureskaters.”

“They are,” Coach agreed. “And there’s nothing wrong with that because there’s a lot that a figure skater could teach you guys about using the edges on your blades. But Miss Antonov isn’t a figure skater. She’s a speed skater. The best one in the country. Hell, make that the world since she’s got the Olympic gold medals to prove it. She’s coming straight here from a big win at the World Single Distance Championships this weekend.” He turned his attention to the rookie who’d mouthed off. “And you can mouth off all you want, but she’d beat you in a race without even breaking asweat.”

The rookie nodded jerkily and skated off to lap aroundtherink.

“Coach sure told him,” I laughed. “Can you imagine how embarrassing it’d be to get beat by a girl on the ice? We’re professional hockey players, forfuck’ssake.”

Jason’s gaze darted over my shoulder, and his eyes widened in surprise. I started to turn my head to look behind me, but it was a good thing that I didn’t do it quickly or else the smack I took across the back of my helmet would have landed on my jaw. Even though my visor only protected my eyes and nose, the hit wasn’t hard enough to hurt. But it would have been a blow to my ego to take a slap to the face in front of the whole team. Especially from the stunning blonde with dark brown eyes that’d delivered it. The one who’d rocked my world after an away game in Anaheim and then disappeared before the sun came up the next morning. The sight of her accomplished something no other woman had been able to do for months—she made my cock hard assteel.

It was uncomfortable as fuck to stand there with my dick pressing against the confines of my cup, but it was worth it to know that I was able to get it up again. And it was all thanks to the beauty who was glaring at me like she’d like nothing more than to shove her skate upmyass.

Fuck me and my big mouth. Or not fuck, considering I’d probably screwed my chances to ever have her in my bedagain.

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