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“I did. All three of them.” I brag as I drop my sweats. Laughing, he flips me off with a shake of his head.
Decker kills the music. “You mean three all day yesterday right? Like one in the morning and then one after class…”
“No, three at one time,” Murphy answers. “Nora brought Ava with her and then their friend Jessica showed up. This asshole hit the fucking trifecta.”
“Ava, she’s the one who gives head like a porn star, right?” Jack asks a little wistfully.
Out of the eleven of us now in the room, nine of us nod our heads in agreement and appreciation. Benny is smarter than he looks and refrains from agreeing, although I know for a fact that he has firsthand knowledge. He probably doesn’t want me to hit him again.
“Then his little sisters brought over fresh meat.” Murphy, the gossip, laughs. “Poor Cubbie called dibs, but I think Sexy will be overriding that shit.”
“Speaking of the fresh meat, guess who gets to tutor the new girl?” I wait for them to put two and two together, cinching the waist of my hockey pants while they stare.
“Fuck you!” Murphy bursts. “How did that happen?”
“My dad. She’s his new pitcher.”
“You have a horseshoe up your ass. You know that, right?” Jack shakes his head in disgust.
“I’m gonna need it. She hates me,” I admit, smiling at the thought.
This makes them all let loose. Laughing, whistling, and just being dicks.
“Wait. A chick who hates Sexy?” No way, man,” Isaiah Decker says.
I’m about to tell them all to go fuck themselves when Coach Kiehn walks in.
“Are there strippers in here no one told me about? You fellas sure are chipper this morning.” He blows on his ever-present mug of coffee. I’ve seen more of those mugs go flying in the past couple of years than I can count. He must have a stash of them somewhere. You’d think he’d use travel mugs or something that wouldn’t shatter. I think he likes the sound of them breaking, to be honest. “Get your asses on the ice. I haven’t had enough coffee for this happy happy joy joy bullshit from you guys,” Coach grumbles as he ambles out.
Coach Kiehn is a bear in the morning. Hell, he’s a bear all the fucking time. But he’s the best coach in the NCAA, so we deal happily with his cranky ass.
“Let’s go, boys!” I call out, following Coach with my helmet in hand. Brushing my hair back, I slip it on and fasten the cage. Morning skates before a game are pretty laid back, but as the captain, I have to make sure we all show up. That we’re here, and we mean business.
After two hours of practice and three classes, I’m starving. I haul ass to my parents’ for dinner, hoping my ma has everything ready. My game isn’t until eight, but I have to be laced up by six for all the pregame bullshit.
“Mom, I’m home!”
“In here, Levi,” she calls from the kitchen. Where the hell else would she be? I swear she sleeps standing up in front of the stove.
With my laundry in hand, I drop the bag in the mudroom on my way to the kitchen.
“Smells good, Ma,” I tell her, pecking her cheek before I sit down at the island.
“Thanks, baby.” She smiles at me over her shoulder.
“Whatcha makin’?”
“It’s game night, so I made baked chicken parmesan with pasta and a nice salad. In fact, grab it out of the fridge and put it on the table please.”
My mother’s domain is the kitchen. She rules in here like a drill sergeant. With her red hair, matching my sisters’, pulled back in a high ponytail, and her bright and cheery apron, she looks all sweet and innocent. More like my older sister than my mom. But dip your finger in her pot or be late to her table and she’ll let that Irish temper fly.
I’m putting the last plate on the table just as the twins and my dad walk in. Raegan and to my delight, Saffie, are right behind them. A smile creeps over my face at her scowl upon seeing me. My grin slips a little when my dad catches my attention with a warning glare.
“Madeline, I’ve brought company,” my father announces.
My mom turns from the stove, where she’s pulling out a massive pan of chicken and baked pasta. “Hey, Rae,” she greets before turning. “You must be the cousin, Saffron.” My mom smiles invitingly.
“Yes, ma’am.” Even now, her soft voice has a hint of underlying Yankee bitch that I dig for some reason. A little bit of ice queen and lord knows I love me some ice.
