Page 67 of Two Guys One Puck
Archangel scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Problem?” Coach Hawke asks.
Archangel shakes his head. “No. I guess we’ll see how it plays out.”
We get back on the ice and have six minutes, and if I hold him off, my reward is that I get to bury myself inside him. I’m worn the fuck out from the battle all game, but that one thought alone gives me new life. I pull every last fucking reserve to make sure we win.
Ktytor gets more and more frustrated with every passing minute. I completely shut him down and trust the offense will make something happen. It’s all I can do.
“So desperate to touch me, sunshine?”
I grin. “I’ve missed you. Haven’t you missed my hands all over you?”
“I’d prefer you save it for later.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I laugh, stealing the puck from him again. I send it towards Cox over by the boards.
He says something in his language and shoves off me going after the puck. I follow, keeping up with him. Last season, he would have out skated me, but this year, I feel way better. LikeI’m ready to play professionally. He’s helped me in a way I hadn’t even realized.
Before Ktytor can get to the puck, we move it up, and Cox takes it.
“Bastard. Get on him!” Ktytor calls out, but it’s too late.
Cox passes to Oxley, who quickly whips it to Forest in the center. All Forest has to do is redirect. He cradles the puck like a damn egg. It’s beautiful, but can he get it past their beast of a goalie?
He flicks his stick, and the entire arena collectively holds their breath.
Their goalie barely gets a hand on it, and I groan, but he doesn’t stop it. It spins off his glove and back into the goal.
“YES!” I throw my fist in the air and turn on Ktytor.
He’s face is expressionless, and I don’t know how to take it. But I don’t have time to read into it as the team skates over to surround Forest. It’s his first goal of the season, and after the start he’s had, coming from only playing street hockey, it’s pretty damn impressive.
We’re still celebrating in the locker room, and they make plans to go out and which bar we are meeting at after we sneak out of the hotel. We have an early flight, and Coach isn’t going to be happy, but that’s none of my business.
“You coming with us?” Wolfe asks when I get out of the shower.
“You know it.” I don’t dare tell him I have other plans. I don’t need to be kidnapped by his 6’6 ass. I’d end up tied to him all night, and I’m not doing that a second time.
“Sweet.” He slaps my ass in a totally normal dude bro way that is still weird to me after all my years of college hockey.
“I’m gonna get dressed now.”
He shoots finger guns my way.
I laugh and re-secure my towel before checking my phone. Nothing, but I don’t let myself read into it. My signal is shit in here, and I’m not sure I’d get a message even if he sent one.
I throw on my clothes and grab my stuff, then head out to the bus with the team. It’s a short ride to our hotel, and Coach doesn’t talk much. He tells us we need to be back in early because we play BU tomorrow. At least we don’t have to fly somewhere else. I’m glad he’s not like most other coaches who would try to prevent us from going out. We’d never listen anyway.
I ditch my stuff in the room and take a seat on my bed to message Ktytor when Archangel barges in.
“What?” I say before I can stop myself.
He’s not my normal roommate. He always stays with Wolfe.
“Coach moved us around. You got a problem with that?”
I shake my head. “So Savage is…with Wolfe?”
