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Poison that had eventually ended Oliver’s career, lost him his leg, and had fucked with every player on the roster, including Marcel.
Who was one of the coolest people I knew.
So, yeah.
Tommy Franklin wasn’t one of his favorite people, but he was a decent coach. Even though he knew his stuff, he didn’t try to play the big man and didn’t scream just for screaming’s sake. But I had lost some respect, frankly (no pun intended, despite my love of puns), when Tommy hadn’t recognized what Shelby was doing to the room.
Luc, our GM, on the other hand, had taken ownership, apologized, then had taken actions to make sure the room never got that toxic again.
But moving on, doing the shit I loved to do—skating fast and hitting things (hitting people).
I followed my teammates over to the huddle, listened to Tommy’s spiel, and then when we were dismissed to drills, I bided my time.
I worked hard, as always.
I focused, as always.
I learned, as always.
And then when it was time to scrimmage, I made sure that I got Theo back for the puck between the shoulder blades.
Tenfold.
Ten
Kailey
I was in my office when a knock came at the open door.
And, oh wow, my heart skipped a beat when I looked up and saw it was Smitty.
His hair was wet and slicked back, his wild beard appearing to have been given only the barest modicum of taming by his fingers. His big body was encased in a tight navy Dri-Fit top, his bottom half in gray sweats that…well, should have been illegal.
Or maybe that was my thoughts?—
Big dick.
He had a big ole’ dick.
It swayed in the confines of those gray sweats, less confined than highlighted, and it was nearly impossible to pull my gaze up, to not stare at that big ol’ disco dick and want it in my mouth?—
Oh, Lord.
I should not have read that spicy book that Hazel had suggested to me the other night before my friend’s wife—and okay, my friend—had passed out on the couch.
My friend.
Hazel was my friend.
Along with Oliver.
And I knew I could have more of them if only…I could fucking talk to people!
Well, I was imagining a big ol’ dick in my mouth, so that had to be some measure of progress, right?
The dick stopped swinging, and…my gaze flew up, hit his, saw that there were flames of desire in his eyes.
“Um…”
