Page 49 of Two Guys One Puck
We go back out for the second period, and Seaborn pinky waves at me across the ice. Asshole using my own move against me but I’m not annoyed anymore. I’m ready to ruin him now so I can ruin him later.
We come together in a clash after I win the face-off, bodies slamming together. I fight him, and he fights back. It gets more and more physical with every possession. We are two fuses about to ignite. It’s only a matter of time.
But this time, I’m not annoyed. Not like last season. I like it. Every possession is another chance to win. I finally score on him with a minute left in the second period.
I throw my arm in the arm and scream. “YES!”
His eyes are on me again.
I glance over my shoulder and smile. “One point closer to winning our wager, Anastasia.”
“Are you having a stroke? Can you smell toast?”
“No? Are you okay?” I ask.
“You called me Anastasia?” Confusion shows in his brows.
“Very famous princess. You should know her.”
He rolls his eyes. “You can’t out skate me, so you’re back to insults, baby?”
“You’re just so cute and dainty like a princess. I can’t wait to defile you later.” I wink.
He scoffs and skates away.
They score early in the third, tying the game. And that makes me mad. I do all this fucking work, and our defense can’t hold them off. I take more shots, but Wolfe is too good. He’s everywhere, and when he’s not, Seaborn is. Between the two of them, they have me totally shut down.
I have to find a way to win this game. I can’t lose to him.
“I know I’m a beast, Belle, but you don’t have to dry hump me now. I promise I’ll let you do it later.” I try to elbow past him, but he slams his forearm into my kidney, knocking the wind out of me. I grunt in pain and go down to one knee.
“You’ve finally lost it, haven’t you?”
“You don’t have to resort to insults. I know you’re frustrated, Elsa, but let it go.”
“I can’t fucking deal with you.” He shoves off of me, getting back with his team in possession of the puck.
“Want me to take him for a while?” Archangel asks him.
He better fucking not. “No, I’m good.”
The next time I get the puck, he checks me into the boards and steals the puck. I’m fucking hurting when I get back up, and that bastard smiles at me.
“I can’t wait to be inside you later,” he whispers.
My heart hammers in my ears. I can’t let that happen. I don’t even know why I can’t, but I have to win this fucking game.
“Nothing to say? Too excited?” he taunts.
“Simmer down, Merida. I’ll let you ride me later. I know is all you can think about.”
Seaborn shakes his head. “Now you’re just making princesses up.”
“Have you not seen Brave? Christ, you uncultured swine.”
“Sorry, I have better things to do than watch Disney movies. Like get laid.” How does he know that bothers me?
I double down so he doesn’t see it. “Keep your hair up, Rapunzel. I’ll invade your tower tonight.”
