Page 10 of Playmaker Duet

I crossed my arms and looked away. Between the adrenaline of our run and the anger coursing through me right now at being a failure, my breathing was more erratic than Dad’s. “I have to get ready for school.”

I could feel Dad’s hazel-green eyes on me but refused to look at him. Finally, he broke through the newest silence. “Alright, Ports.”

***

The first day of school was as unimpressive as every other first day of school. It was a day of rules and syllabi. At the end of the day, I found Mo leaning back against my locker waiting for me.

“Hey, stranger,” she said, giving me a small smile. She, being as smart as she was, wasn’t in any one of my classes. She had a number of Honors classes as well as an AP class and because of her schedule, she had a different lunch from me as well. This was the first we’d seen one another all day.

I pulled my algebra book down against my thigh when I reached her, leaning down to press a soft, quick kiss to her made-up lips.

“Hi.”

“Did you get in too much trouble?”

“I should have texted you last night. I’m sorry.” Between being cuffed, thrown into a cop car, brought down to the precinct, and waiting for Dad to show up, not to mention everything that happened after he did show up, texting Mo never even crossed my mind.

“Don’t worry about it.” She smiled lightly up at me. “I have to go to practice. We get done at five. You able to meet up afterward?”

My own practice was done about that time too but, “I don’t have a car.”

“Oh.” Her face fell a little. “I can pick you up?”

“Let me just confirm it’s ok with my dad, and I’ll let you know, alright?”

She smiled again. “Ok. I’ll talk to you later then.” She put her hand on my chest and rose up on tiptoe, pressing her lips against mine. I put my hand on her lower back and pulled her close, loving that we were taking this new step in our relationship. She still had an arm pressing a book to her chest and her other hand flat against my own chest, but I still was enjoying this closeness.

I slid my tongue against her lips, groaning into her mouth when she opened and let me caress my tongue against hers. For all our fucking, we never did the whole French kissing thing. Open mouthed kisses, closed mouth kisses, her mouth on my dick kisses, but never tongue to tongue kissing.

“Mr. Prescott and Miss Alvey, inappropriate,” a teacher announced behind me. I grinned against Mo’s mouth as I pulled back, pressing one more quick kiss to her lips, then the tip of her nose.

“I’ll text you what my dad says.”

Mo, smiling up at me, nodded. “Ok. Talk to you soon.” She rubbed her hand over my pec before stepping away, smiling at me over her shoulder, before I turned to open up my locker.

Damn, I loved this change in our relationship.

***

Dad, surprisingly, said Mo could pick me up. Not surprisingly, he gave me a one-hour window to get home. A lot could happen in an hour, but not everything that I wanted to do with her.

I sent Mo a text before practice and then again as everyone was in the locker room getting set for showers. I tossed my phone into my locker before peeling off my jersey and pads. I sat on the bench to pull off my skates, throwing them into the bottom of my locker.

Alex plopped on the bench beside me, wrapped in just a towel, as I was pulling off my pants.

“Dude, too close,” I told him, shucking my lower gear.

“So long as you don’t get chub, we’re good,” Alex laughed.

I grabbed my towel from inside my locker and wrapped it around my own hips, walking toward the communal shower with Alex. “You get in much trouble with Daddy Prescott?”

I glared at my friend. My friends didn’t give me shit about being the kid of an NHL great, nor the brother of two current well-known NHL players.

No, they gave me shit because of my lifestyle.

Which, I suppose, was a byproduct of the whole NHL thing.

It irked the shit out of me when they called my Dad ‘Daddy Prescott’ because they said it in a haughty tone. I was one of the richest kids in our school, but I didn’t flaunt it in any way. I wore the same brands they did, used the same hockey sticks they all bought.

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