Page 181 of Finding the Forward: Part One
I would win this game. Then I’d take my little kitten into the supply closet, strip her to nothing but my jersey, and fuck her brains out. I’d gottenangryseeing her in that Hurricane sweatshirt instead of a Knight’s one.
Which was a little silly because I’d given it to her.
But after seeing my husband injured by the fucker who’d hurt his soul, something in me desperately neededbothof my alphasto be wearing my colors. The idea of the two of them sitting next to each other, talking, laughing, and wearing matching jerseys made me so happy.
Even though I’d been riding the high of a fight, I’d meant what I’d said to her. When it came to games, I wanted her to wear my number. I needed the entire arena to know that AJ and Verity weremyalphas. That they choseme.
Fortunately, this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. Silas had another jersey for me to wear before my penalty finished.
I side-checked the Ace’s center, knocking her over. Stealing the puck, I took off like my ass was on fire. Clark cleared the way.
The Aces were feral for the win. Carlos, Clark, and I had to fight for the puck like wolves after their kill.
The seconds ticked down. I fought off another player who wanted the puck, then passed it to Carlos. The Ace’s goalie leaned to the left, following Carlos, preparing for the goal. At the last moment, Carlos passed it to me, and I shot it through the exposed corner. My heart thumped in my chest as the fans cheered. The buzzer echoed through the arena as the puck sailed into the net.
The entire arena went wild. I glanced over to the family section to see Verity yelling her heart out, an arm around AJ.
That. That was what I needed.
“The refs called it,” the announcer said. “Not only have the Knights won the game 5-4, but Griffin McGraff has gotten aboner.You know what that means.”
The crowd started throwing literal bones onto the ice, both real and fake. Yeah, people put bones in their bags just in case someone scored three goals in one game.
Taking out my mouth guard, I did my victory dance, making sure I was in Beau’s line of sight as bones rained down on us.Take that, you fucknugget.
In this pack we didn’t let the assholes win–and Beau Bauchman was the assiest of assholes.
While the coaches made sure I knew they were proud of my goals, they didn’t send me, Dean, or Jonas to the press. Smart. The press knew about the feud between us and Beau Bachman and loved to fuel it.
I texted AJ, asking him and Verity to wait for us in the family room. When I arrived, Verity was busy talking to Jean-Paul’s fiancée. Verity was still wearing my jersey. Despite her height, it was huge on her frame.
It was fucking adorable.
“Hey, Pepperjack.” I gave AJ a kiss, which felt so deliciously right, then whispered in his ear, “I’m going to steal her for a moment. Want to watch? She totally wants you.”
Watching wasn’t his thing, but I thought I’d offer.
“Go spank your naughty little cum-dumpster before Dean drags us all to Tito’s. Ididask her if she wanted to get something else to wear and she saidno,” he murmured back. “I’m proud of you. A boner. That isamazing.Givesmea boner. We’ll take care of that later.” AJ kissed me.
Yes, we will.
“Grif!” Verity beamed at and practically leapt into my arms.
“I’ve got you, Kitten.” I caught her, pulling her to me. Yeah, I’d swat that ass a couple of times.
“Great game, Tiger.” Verity kissed me, still in my arms.
“Come on.” I carried her out of the waiting area and down a couple of halls. People were out and about doing their business and no one stopped us.
We ended up in an out-of-the-way storage closet where I’d fucked Dean more than once. It was mostly boxes and shelves of abandoned things. Given the dust, I’m not sure anyone even used it regularly.
“Oh? Can’t wait for me?” She smirked as I closed the door and sat her down.
“Hands on the wall, Kitten.” I took her backpack and crutch from her. As she put her hands on the wall, I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down to her ankles.
Today’s panties were silver. Her bra probably was, too.
“You look gorgeous in my jersey. While I love you in my sweatshirt, you wearmynumber for games.” I gave her ass a very gentle swat. “Do you understand?”
