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What the hell was he doing to me?
And why did I like it?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MAC
Following Lincoln, Nico, and Wes down the tunnel, we all funneled onto the bench. We had already gone through our normal game day routines—morning practice, pre-game naps, and warm-ups—and now we were ready to start the game. Nico, Wes, Lincoln, Theo, and I headed out onto the ice for the national anthem before we had to take our places around the face-off circle.
The player from the other team gave me a dirty look as we got into position. Nico was in the center of the circle, his knees bent and his stick on the ice, ready to battle for the puck. The ref said something to the two of them, but over the music playing throughout the stadium, I didn’t hear what he said.
And it didn’t really matter.
No one liked the refs. Half the time they made bullshit calls, or else they didn’t call the penalties that needed to be called. They played dirtier than some of the players, it felt like.
The puck hit the ice and Nico won the face-off. He hit the puck with the backhand of his stick, sending it across the ice to Wes. He skated around one of the wingers on the other team and in the direction of their goal. We all made our way down toward the net with Lincoln and I hanging back, since we were the two defensemen.
Wes passed to Theo who made a shot, but the other team stole the puck. My mind wasn’t as dialed in as I would have preferred it to be. The other player came skating toward me and I tried to take possession of the puck and he quickly passed to another player before I could deflect it.
It was a move I should have anticipated, but I didn’t.
Our shift ended after only twenty seconds and one by one, we made our way back to the bench for a line change. I sat down next to Lincoln and Wes, my body tense, waiting for Coach Anderson to say something about my minor fuckup.
“Get your head out of your ass, Sullivan,” he barked from where he was standing behind the bench. “I have no problem benching your ass for the rest of the game if you keep pulling shit like that. You shouldn’t have missed that pass.”
“Yes, sir.”
Wes glanced at me from the corner of his eye. “You do not want to be on his shit list.”
“Yeah,” Lincoln agreed as we all watched the game continuing on the ice in front of us. “Remember when he benched me in the other game?”
Coach Anderson couldn’t hear us, but I didn’t want to chime in to their conversation. He had no idea that I fucked his daughter last night and I didn’t need to have any other reasons to be on his bad side. There was no way he would find out about the two of us, so I was safe in that aspect. When it came to ice time, I wasn’t going to lose any of that.
“Noted,” I said to my two friends, keeping my voice down. “I have no desire to make my way onto his bad side.”
He was right—I did need to get my head out of my ass.
I needed to stop thinking about his daughter and how good she felt coming on my cock.
We ended up winning the game, thankfully. Coach Anderson was clearly pissed at me for the remainder of the game, but I ended up getting my shit together and played my position the way I needed to. I made sure to not make the same mistake I did during the first period.
After everyone was dressed and ready to leave, I found Lincoln waiting for me by the door. I slowly walked up to him with Wes beside me. Nico was the first to leave, undoubtedly rushing home to Harper. The obsession that man had with her was borderline nauseating.
“I know you probably need to get home to Charlotte, but did you guys want to go get a drink or anything?” Lincoln asked us.
Wes nodded. “Charlotte is in full deadline mode, so I’d rather not go home right now.”
I tilted my head to the side. “What does that even mean?” We all knew Wes’s girlfriend was an author, but that was the extent of it.
“When it’s crunch time for her, it’s best to not bother her.” Wes let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as the three of us headed out into the parking lot. "She’s basically like a cat. I make sure she has food and water and I wait for her to come to me for attention. Other than that, I keep my distance and try my best not to bother her.”
A light bulb went off in my brain as my mind drifted to the book Juliette had ordered. “Charlotte writes romance, right?”
Wes’s eyebrows scrunched together and he nodded. “Yeah, why? You don’t read, Sullivan.”
“Yeah, no shit,” I huffed out a laugh. “Does she have any copies of her books at home? Could I maybe get a signed book as a gift for someone?”
Lincoln stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “Mac, no.”
