Page 220 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Fuck yeah,” Mitchel encourages. “C’mon, Cyrus Jr. We need you on the ice.”

“I’ll think about it,” he teases with a smirk before gesturing my way. “Now move, so our team nurse can attend to the giant Grizzly Bear over here.”

“Fuck off,” I grunt, but am happy to see Andrews as she’s on the ice and avoiding the reporters trying to get some sort of comment from her. I’m sure some will try to make her into a bad guy for doing her job, but a player’s health is far more important than worrying about what fans want or don’t want.

“You did it, Pincers!” Andrews cheers. “I’m gonna have to steal your goalie for a little bit, but he’ll join the fanatics afterward.”

The guys laugh before they give me quick bear hugs and punches to my arms.

“Get going, big guy! We’re celebrating tonight! Drinks on Mitchel!” Axel declares.

“HEY! Why on me?” Mitchel whines.

“You got your advance and half of your bros. You got money,” Silas laughs.

“Fine, fine, but you better find me a puck bunny tonight,” Mitchel counters. “I want good pussy tonight.”

“Deal!” Axel cheers. “With this victory energy, I want us to have a good fucking night!”

“You’re coming, too, Nurse Andrews,” Mitchel declares. She’s giving me a look down while writing something on the clipboard in her grasp.

“Me?”

“Of course, you,” Mitchel gasps. “You thought you wouldn’t be invited out tonight?”

“Um…” She really looks surprised she’s being invited. “Well, I mean, it’s you guy’s victory. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nonsense,” Diesel surprisingly chips in. “You’re on the team, Nurse Andrews. You probably saved Winchester from being seriously injured, and you really were swift with aiding Kane with Nurse Ross. You guys better come join us. This is a win for all of us.”

I can see in Andrew’s eyes how moved she is by Diesel’s obvious support of her coming to celebrate with the rest of the team.

“Alright. I’ll let Nurse Ross know as well.”

“Awesome!” Mitchel looks ecstatic. “There’s a new elite club I wanted us to check out. Has really good food and the drinks are strong as fuck. Also heard they got the best puck bunnies.”

“Blood Rock Club?” Axel brings up and whistles. “Bro. You can’t get in there unless you’re fucking loaded.”

“Good thing I’m loaded,” Mitchel announces with a wink. “The best way to put that advance to good use is by spoiling my teammates who are making my dreams come true.”

That makes more than one of us smile before we’re working out a way to get off the ice.

The aftermath after winning is absolute madness. It’s hard to say no to the reporters who are desperate to get my comment on winning our first game before drilling me with various inquiries, like ‘Am I single’ or ‘Am I intrigued with Nurse Johnson’.

So far off.

It gets to the point where it’s really slowing us down, but there’s my Sweet Kitten, Andrews, who leaves the sweetness behind to be a seething vixen who manages to get the reporters to move the fuck out of the way.

“You won’t get a single word from Armani if you don’t cooperatively move out of the way,” she barks as she tugs me along.

I didn’t even register her hand was around my gloved hand and leading me to the lockers. That’s how zoned out I really am, which I again realize when we’re not only in the locker room but farther inside in a private room, which I think Mr. Champion had the intention of making into a sauna but the equipment was delayed.

“Armani.”

I blink a few times, noticing how Kenzie is inches from my face.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“Thank you,” she begins with a saucy smile. “But you’re 100% delusional right now.”

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