Page 79 of Face Off
“Of course we would.” I look around the lobby and laugh. “What better way to develop trust than by giving a bunch of athletes some alcohol and an ax and seeing which one of us loses a finger first?”
“If it will get us out of our slump, I’m all for it. The game against St. Louis tomorrow is going to be tough. Whoever made our schedule hates us.”
“Let’s blame Ethan. He slept with some higher-up’s granddaughter, and they’re definitely fucking us over,” I say. “Hey. Have you talked to Hartwell since we got back from Chicago?”
“No. We don’t talk outside of practice, and after Coach canceled yesterday’s morning skate so we could all have a break, I haven’t heard from her. Last I saw her, she was fast asleep against the side of the airplane. She didn’t even wake up when we had that rough landing. Must’ve been tired,” Hudson says.
Tired or thoroughly fucked,I think, and I clamp down on my smile.
I saw the way she was walking up the stairs when we were boarding our flight home. When I asked her what happened, knowing full well it was my dick that caused her awkward gait, she flipped me off.
Normally, I would have already moved on after a hookup. I don’t give the woman a second thought, but I can’t get Emerson out of my head.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her naked and gagging on my cock.
I hear her moaning my name and sayingplease.
I feel her nails digging into my skin.
I’ve gotten nothing done in the two days we’ve been back, and I’m starting to think I’m going out of my mind.
She’s hands down the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. I love that she didn’t wait for me to give something to her—she knew what she wanted and she fuckingtook it.
It wasn’t an act to show me she’s adventurous in bed, either.
That’s all her, and knowing I can’t have her again makes me want her even more.
I blink out of my daydream and clear my throat. “Meanwhile, I hear you breathing and I’m wide awake. I don’t miss the days when we had to share a room.”
“You don’t want to bunk with me again?” Hudson pouts. “I liked our sleepovers.”
“Fuck no. I make sure we’re on separate floors so your snoring doesn’t haunt my dreams.”
“Asshole.” Hudson shoves my shoulder. “What are you doing after this?”
“Heading home. Why?”
“Riley, Connor and I are headed to the bar up the road for a drink. Want to come and play some pool for a bit?”
“That would be fun. Feels like I haven’t hung out with you in forever.”
“Because you haven’t. Connor is pissed because this prick he played against in college just signed a massive deal with Miami and he’s nervous about his own contract extension at the end of the season. Thought he could use some cheering up.”
“Are you talking about Perkins? I hate that guy, and I’m in for a few rounds.” My teammates file into the small lobby, and their bodies take up too much space. “Is Coach coming to this?”
“Doubt it. He’s on dad duty this week.”
“Bummer. He could’ve brought the tyke with him.”
“I don’t think they let kids in here. Seems like a liability.”
“Not any more than Ethan and Grant with an ax,” I counter, and I pull out my phone. “I’m going to see where Hartwell is.”
Me
Hope you aren’t skipping the mandatory team bonding, Red.
Redheaded Assassin
