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AIDEN
Ididn’t have a clue what she was doing at my hockey game. She was with a girl I’d seen at games before, an on and off side piece of a teammate of mine, so I was pretty certain she wasn’t here for me. But damn if I didn’t play like she was from the moment I saw her.
“Singleton,” Coach Beck barked out when we huddled up. “Whatever has you moving your ass like that, keep it up!”
Derek Owens snorted like the pig that he was. “It’s a piece of ass that has him moving his like that.” He jerked his head up by where his girl sat next to Emersyn. “A young piece, am I right, Singleton? Matter of fact, don’t you teach where she goes to school?”
Even though my pads, I could feel how hard he nudged my ribcage. I shoved back just enough to let him know I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
We ended up winning 4 to 3. While my body was exhausted, my mind was moving a million miles a minute. I showered quickly in hopes that she’d still be around when I got out of the locker room.
Derek seemed to be hanging around, taking his time, watching me.
That wasn’t good.
Just as I was about to head out, he leaned in the doorway, blocking my exit.
“You hit that yet, Captain?”
His tone pissed me off but it was my last year. The last thing I needed was to get kicked off the team my final season because of bad conduct. I’d never have a chance in hell of coaching professionally if I knocked out a nineteen year old kid.
“Hit what, Derek? The puck you couldn’t seem to get ahold of? Or your girlfriend? Wait, that’s you that beats up on women, isn’t it?”
He held his hands up. “Easy, teach. Nothing wrong with wanting a tight little piece of teenage pussy. I’m a fan of it myself. And word on the street is, that one’s not broken in yet. So good luck to you.” He sneered. “Good luck getting to it before I do.” He raised an energy drink into the air before pouring something from a flask into it.
It took everything I had not to smash it into his skull.
Everything.
I stepped closer, as several of our teammates were now paying attention. “If you ever even think of speaking about her like that, much less speaking to her like that, I’ll break your fucking face, Owens. And I’ll enjoy every second of it.”
He bowed up, puffing his chest out toward me. “I’d love to see you do something about it, pretty boy. You’re all big and bad with a stick and pads. Let’s see how you handle yourself man to man.”
I grinned, just to piss him off. “If you see a man around anywhere that wants to have a go at me, you let me know.”
“That’s enough,” Coach Beck’s loud voice boomed between us. A hand jerked my collar backward. “Go home, fellas.”
He let Derek walk past but held onto me. “Hold up, Singleton. We need to have a chat.”
A sinking feeling landed in the pit of my stomach as I dropped my gear and followed him to his office. I was Team Captain. Derek was a freshman and a lowlife so this behavior was typical from him. He practically lived in the penalty box. Coach expected better from me. I expected better from myself.
Emersyn Tyler was a weak spot I needed to get under control.
Once inside, I stood, folded my arms and leaned against the door.
“What’s up, Coach?”
Brian Beck glanced at the trophies on his desk and sighed. “My whole life I wished for the kind of talent you have. The speed. The strength. Do you know how rare it is for a guy your size to move as fast as you do on ice? Hell, anywhere?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. That’s why I was glad that the university allowed graduate students to play on collegiate teams. Some colleges don’t.”
“I can’t say I agree with your decision not to go pro, Aiden. I understand it, but I don’t agree with it. Which is why I feel I have to say this.”
I braced myself for whatever was coming.
He frowned. “That girl, the blonde one. Up in the bleachers today. Who is she to you?”
