Page 101 of Rule 1: Never Accidentally Marry Your Teammate
“I meantfuckingFinn.” He makes a rude gesture with his hands.
“Oh.” Though Finn has fucked me, I haven’t fucked him. But now I’m thinking of it. Lust bubbles through me. “I see.”
He laughs. “Sometimes I am English teacher not just hockey player.”
I snort. “You’re a Renaissance man.”
He blinks.
“He means you’re one of those men who used to wear tights and paint their faces white,” Axel explains.
“I would never do that,” Dmitri says.
“I meant you’re good at many things,” I explain.
“I would look excellent in tights,” Dmitri concedes, then saunters off.
The team and I celebrate our win against Chicago, and we walk together into Cambridge. Puck bunnies swarm the bar, and they squeal when they see us approaching. From the way they’re texting, more fans will arrive soon.
Fast-tempoed music plays in the pub, and the counters and tables are all dark wood.
“Noah! Finn!” Troy waves us over.
I sit beside Finn, his arm draped behind me in, while people retell my goal.
Joy bubbles in me as I laugh with my teammates.
I love my life. And I love Finn.
“You’re grinning a lot,” Finn says, putting an arm around me, and pulling me close.
“Just thinking about something Dmitri said,” I say.
Finn glowers. “I’m far funnier.”
“Obviously, babe.”
Finn gets that pleased smile he always gets when I use a pet name for him, even though we’re speaking softly so he can’t just be proud of my acting abilities.
Then I lean toward him. “I can go inside you tonight.”
Finn’s eyes widen, and his mouth drops open.
“Unless you don’t want to,” I say quickly.
“Why would you say something like that to me?” he asks.
“I’m sorry.” My heart patters.
“It will take us thirty minutes to get back!” Finn whines.
“And that’s...?”
“Way too long,” Finn says, then he grabs my hand, sets my drink on a table, and we leave the sports bar. “We need to go now.”
I laugh, and we brush past the throng of hockey players and fans.
FINN
