Page 101 of Overtime Goal
A couple of minutes into the game, Brody checked Abby into the boards so hard that Abby shouted a string of Russian curses.
“Love tap,” Brody yelled. “If you think that’s bad, wait till one of Montreal’s men goes after you.”
When I missed a pass, Dog shouted, “Get your head out of Riley’s ass and into the game.”
“Fuck off,” Riles yelled. “I like Logan’s head right where it is.”
Packy glided over and asked, “Who pitches and catches, anyway?”
“Think I’ll tell you?” I asked. “Maybe we do both.”
A few minutes later, Harpy cut in front just as Riles was winding up on goal. When Ade cursed, Harpy shouted, “Careful, boys! Riley’s got that post-sex glow. Don’t blind yourselves.”
“Jealous?” Riles shot back. “Don’t worry, Cap. I’ll give you skincare tips if you ask real nice.”
Edwards coasted past and couldn’t resist chiming in, “Bet I know what kind of skin care Logan gives you.”
I came in from the side and delivered a hip check that nearly took Edwards down. “Fuck off. You looking for someone to giveyoua facial?”
The boys cracked up, and one by one we ground to a halt, doubling over our sticks and laughing too hard to skate.
Later, Riles snatched the puck and took off on the wildest run I’d ever seen. He jinked around one guy after another like a video game on cheat mode, and when Brody tried to cut him off, Riles snapped a shot low. It slid through Brody’s legs, then right on through Gabe’s five-hole into the net.
“Bet Riley’s stamina’s gone now,” Blunt yelled. “One shot and he needs a nap.”
“Funny,” Riles called, still mid-celly. “Ask your girlfriend how much rest I needed last year.”
Blunt didn’t miss a beat. “Fuck you! She said you looked at her once and were out cold.”
The guys howled.
I told myself to stay out of it, but who was I kidding? I pushed off, ripped up beside them, and stopped hard, spraying Blunt with snow. “I assure you, Riles doesn’t need any rest.”
“Look at Riley blush,” Holky said. “He’s thinking about it right now.”
I glanced at Ade in time to catch his cocky grin. “Yeah. And you’re wishing you were me.”
“Hey Riley,” Packy called. “Does Logan call you ‘stud’ in bed, or is it ‘princess’?”
Laughter exploded, and Abby cackled so hard he collapsed flat on his ass. As his stick clattered across the ice, Blunt had a coughing fit and went down too.
Riles looped around Packy in a wide arc, brandishing his stick like a sword. “Keep dreaming, bud. What I hear in bed is ‘better than Packy’ll ever be.’”
The roar shook the rafters, and Packy chased Riles half the length of the ice while the rest of us laughed our asses off.
The game completely unraveled after that. As we dragged ourselves off the ice to the locker room, the chirps were still flying. Most of them were aimed at Riles. The boys couldn’t resist giving him shit because he’d been the biggest man-slut on the team for years, regaling us all with stories like they were medals of honor.
Brody looked up from taking off his skates and smirked at Riles. “How do you like being with a man? Learning how to play with that new toy?”
Riley gave him a deadpan look. “New toy, my ass. I’ve been playing with mine for years, and it’s even more fun when it’s Logan’s.”
After the chorus of hoots died down, Harpy said, “You guys need to start a new TikTok channel. Call itRomeo and Julian on Skates.”
“Who’s Romeo and who’s Julian?” Packy called out.
“Why so curious, Packy?” Riley asked. “Hoping we’ll ask you to be a third?”
“Bullshit. I don’t… Fuck! No way. I’m not trying to… Shut the hell up!”
