Page 31 of Skating the Blue Line
Damn.
Either my body is giving up on me at twenty-nine or my night with Chloe put me through the ringer more than I thought.
It was all the sexual gymnastics.
The image of Chloe’s flexible body and the positions we were in before falling asleep, invade my mind.
Her body was beautifully fluid and mine tried to do its best to keep up. I can move but there is only so much that a man size can go.
But damn, now the only thing I want to do is a repeat and thinking about that right now is definitely not a good idea.
Especially when I’m about to get naked in a room filled with men to hope in the shower.
“Hey, Cap?” A voice comes from in front of me as I’m untying my skates.
I don’t have to look up to see that it’s our newest rookie standing in front of me.
Blake Jacobi was drafted by the Knights at the age of eighteen, fresh out of high school. He went to college, graduated early and officially signed and reported to the Knights last summer.
The kid is good and with time I know that he will be great. And that doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that he has a Super Bowl winning older brother.
I can’t think of anything bad to say about him, the only thing that might be a little off putting is that he has the personality of a golden retriever.
“What’s up, Jacobi?” I ask, sliding my skate off.
“Think I can get an invite to your next early morning workout session?” He asks, his nervous tone makes me look up at him.
“Why do you look terrified?” I ask him, feeling my eyebrows bunch up.
Blake looks down at me like I caught him off guard with my question. He takes a few seconds to compose himself.
After what feels like forever he finally answers. “Because even though this is my second year here, I’m still a rookie and there is a high chance you don’t want me in your space.”
I first met black back when he was drafted.
The captain at the time thought it would be good to show this amateur hockey player that we would hopefully share the ice with a warm welcome. We invited him to the arena and took him out to dinner a week or two after he got drafted.
I personally didn’t keep in touch with him while he was in college, but since he was signed last year I did try to make him feel welcomed.
At least I thought I did.
Jacobi shouldn’t be fucking terrified to ask if he can join a workout session.
I don’t know if that makes me a bad person or a bad captain.
I’m going with both.
“You don’t invite, Jacobi. You can join whenever you want,” I say to him. I’m not going to isolate the kid. “The only thing is, you will have to deal with that asshole at five in the morning.” I say, nodding towards Christian, who’s in front of me looking pissed off as always.
“He can’t be any worse than Volkov. We worked out two mornings ago and dude only said one word the whole time.”
We both turn to look over at our teammate, Logan Volkov. He’s our top enforcer and he can be just as scary off the ice as he is on it, but from what I've seen through the years, he’s a good guy. He just keeps to himself a lot, and can be off putting at times but if he’s working out with Blake it’s a good thing.
Logan doesn’t do that with a whole lot of people. There must be something about Blake that he likes.
“Logan is Logan. But if you can handle a work out with him, you can handle the moody bastard. Just don’t let him get his hands on your phone.
Blake gives me a confused look. “Why?”
