Page 35 of Monstrous Serpent

“Jenkins! Get your fucking ass over here!” The Titans' coach jabs his finger toward their bench.

Jenkins backs off but doesn’t look away, his gaze burning right into mine. “See you out there.”

“I'll be the one you're looking up at.”

He gives me the finger. I grin and blow him a kiss.

This is going to be fun.

Hunter glides up beside me, his gaze locked on Jenkins, who’s getting chewed out by his coach.

I bump his shoulder. “Can't wait for him to find out it's us.”

He stares at me.

“Come on, it's perfect. Two for one. He finds out, gets in his head, and it takes him out of the game. It’s a win-win.”

“He tells someone, we have a problem.”

“What’s there to tell?” I lean on my stick. “First time he was stalking his girlfriend. Bet he doesn’t get past explaining how he was about to throw hands with Cap. And last Friday, what’s he going to say? That we chased him?”

Hunter just keeps staring.

“Dude, if anything, he attacked me. Maybe I have a concussion with all those punches to my head.”

“You were wearing a helmet.”

I smile widely. “But I didn’t hit back. See, nothing to worry about.”

He shakes his head, turning to glide away. But he stops mid-stride and growls. “The fuck is he all chatty with them for?”

Coach Reed is at center ice along the boards, talking to Walsh a few feet away, Rua smiling like a deranged clown at his side.

Walsh smirks at our assistant. “Fucking traitor. Can’t believe you’re coaching them now.”

“Assistant coach. And it's part of the graduate assistant program.”

Honestly, didn’t even know South Shore University had a program like that. Kinda cool.

Walsh rolls his eyes. “This has your boyfriend written all over it. Could’ve done the same shit at Crestwood.”

Rua laughs. “He’s gonna give us all your secrets. Help us kick some Titan ass.”

If only.

Walsh huffs. “You sure he isn’t giving you bullshit information, ensuring you assholes keep losing to us?”

Hunter grunts.

Ah, fuck. Does he really think Coach Byfield would let some shit like that fly?

Coach Reed huffs. “Now you sound like Killian. Beat his ass this morning for saying the same shit.”

Rua chuckles, throwing his shoulder against Walsh’s. “Imagine if the Rangers knew he held up so well during training camp because he and his boyfriend think fighting is a form of foreplay?”

I shake my head. “Rua knows way too much about their sex life.”

“Ooh, looky looky.” Shaw appears beside me, jutting his chin with that too-wide grin already in place. “Their giant is doing splits and staring at Rua. Think he’s trying to impress him? Maybe I should go lick him.”