Page 3 of In The Game

The team announced tonight I’m the new alternate captain, and I’m ready to fucking celebrate.

Withher.

I saw her a couple weeks ago at that nightclub party. I kept close tabs on her that night and made sure she didn’t go home with anyone else. I asked around, but none of the guys knew her. Lonan said he might’ve fucked her last season but doesn’t remember for sure. She looks like a bunny, acts like a bunny, but if she is, she’s not one of ours. Some women only fuck away teams. I’ve never seen her at Top Shelf—until tonight, that is.

I’m sitting in our corner of the hockey bar where we can get a little privacy with our team and…fans.

“Amy.” I motion her toward me.

Our server smiles as she walks over to our seating area and leans down to hear me over the noise. “Can you tell that girl over there with the blonde hair to come over here?” I point her out.

“You’re ordering women from me now, Conway?”

I smile. “Hey, have I ever asked you for more than a drink or food? I know, I’m a scumbag. I promise I’ll leave a good tip if you can get her over here.” I lace my fingers together to beg. “Blonde one with the brown eyes and that tight dress.”

She shakes her head. “Shameless. And that’s not a dress, it’s underwear. I’m only doing this because I know you’ll leave a good tip either way.” She tolerates our bullshit well.

My eyes track Amy as she goes up to the woman I can’t stop staring at. She looks at me, and I give her a wink and smile.Works for Lonan.

…And apparently works for me.She gets off her chair and heads in my direction. Christ, she’s hot. In that painted-on dress, she looks like a fucking model. Maybe she is. She’s given clearance past the roped area and stands in front of me in those fuck-me heels.

“You rang?”

I do my damndest to keep my eyes fixed on hers and nowhere else. “Sorry, it’s easier to call you over than to get ambushed by fans.”

“That must be quite a hardship for you.” She smiles, it’s bright and genuine.

I hold out my palm and return the grin. Her soft hand takes my outstretched one, letting me guide her between O’Callahan and me. I check out her ass before she skims it across my dick as she squeezes in, and I take a breath through my teeth.Goddamn.

“Hey, Brit, how’s your hamstring?”What the fuck?Who cares about his stupid hammy. It’s old news, he’s on the mend.

“Heh, it’s coming along. Thanks for asking. Having a good night?”

Come on, dude. She’s not even on your team.

“We’ll see, won’t we?” she says.

He looks down and chuckles before taking a swig of beer.

She turns to face me again, and I regret wasting any time with that Kendall…Kelly…I don’t even remember her name, from last weekend.

“I’m Raleigh.”

“Barrett.” I lean down to hear her, it’s loud as fuck in here.

“That’s fitting.” A sexy smile crosses her red lips. “Barrett means bear strength… and you’re roughly the size of a bear. How tall are you?”

“Six-seven. How do you know what my name means?”

She shrugs. “I have a thing for names. Whenever I hear a new one, I look it up and see if it fits the person it belongs to. Helps me remember people. You wouldn’t be easy to forget though.”

Yeah, she’s a bunny. It’s in the bag.

“Oh, yeah? So, what does your name mean?”

“It means deer’s meadow. But I was named after the city. Are you gonna buy me a drink?”

“I’d love to. You hungry?”

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