Page 88 of Finding the Forward: Part One
I hoped with my whole heart that when we came for him that he was glad to see her, too.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dean
The forward from the Glitter City High Rollers, in her blinding gold and white jersey, stole the puck from Nia and raced toward me, relentlessly. So far they hadn’t scored.
We were 2-0 in the third period. I wasn’t giving up my shutout.
As I filled the net, I watched her carefully to see if the forward went to my stick or glove side. The puck flew at the space between my legs. In a blink, I went from a crouch to full butterfly, flat against the ice, cutting off the puck’s access.
The defeat in her shoulders was clear.Not today, Rollers, not today.
I popped back up as Jonas swept away the puck and passed it to Winston, who headed over toward their goal, Nia and Pauley trying to keep the other team away.
Jonas tapped his helmet to mine.Good job.I smacked his ass with my stick, then gave the goalpost a high five. All the action focused on the Roller’s goal as the clock ticked down.
There was a line change. The Rollers barreled toward me with the puck, Grif and Clark on their heels. The crowd chanted the countdown along with the clock. I crouched, ready. Dimitri and Nakey, now on defense, tried to keep the puck away from me.
Atone,the forward stole it back from Dimitri and took the shot. I dove for it as the buzzer went off.
And stopped it.
Our team celebrated.Shutout maintained.
I did a happy dance, patting the goalpost in thanks. Had to thank the goalpost.
Members of the team came over to bonk helmets, smash chests, and bump gloves. If we were going to win the PHL championship this year, this was exactly the type of game we needed.
Jonas draped an arm around my shoulders. “Great game, Love.”
Jean-Paul came out onto the ice, fully dressed but with a hat on instead of a helmet. I put my hands up in the air. He skated over and did the same. We bumped chests, then hugged. We played in tandem and he’d play tomorrow’s game. The crowd cheered at our antics. Goalie hugs were the best.
Grif skated over to me and picked me up in the air and swung me around. “Shutout. So fucking proud.”
Yep. I was going to get me some lady alpha action tonight.
“Double D, another shutout. What motivates you?” one reporter asked after the game.
Jonas and I were in our suits and seated at a table with a Knights backdrop. My alpha shot me a look that clearly saiddon’t say blowjobs.
“My team, of course. We’ve got such a great lineup, and I’m happy to go out there every night and play my best.” I gave Jonas a sly look. “Also b–”
“Brownies,” Jonas interacted, giving me a look, like he actually thought I’d sayblowjobto the press. Sure, I could get away with a lot of shit since I was an omega goalie.
But I wouldn't get away with that.
“Brownies?” the baffled reporter asked.
Yeah, I was about to saybread.Everyone knew I liked bread. Sometimes kids brought it to me to trade for pucks at warmup. I wasn’t supposed to eat it, because the wholenot taking food from strangersthing.
Sometimes, I had a little nibble anyway.
“Nutrition is an integral part of my performance plan, but who doesn’t love a treat?” I replied, trying to lay on the innuendo.
“I love a good brownie,” another reporter replied. “Where do you like to get yours from?”
“Mmmm, I do like them homemade.” I licked my lips.
