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I acted like I thought about it. “Weeeeell… I suppoooose you could pick me up at seven. You know, if you really want.”

He rolled me on top of his body, making me squeal as I spread my legs to accommodate his wide berth. Our intermingled juices squelched from between my thighs, and I flushed a deep shade of crimson as I felt it dribbling onto his abs.

“Well, that’s not a problem I have with dildos,” I muttered.

His bark of a laugh brought a smile to my face before he scooped me into his arms. “Say yes.”

I was jostled momentarily with his movements until I hovered midair as he walked me toward a door in the corner.

“Yes,” I said, answering his date proposition. “You can pick me up at seven.”

He nudged the door with his shoulder before his bathroom came into view. “More like five.”

I rolled my eyes playfully as he walked us into his shower. “So demanding. It’s a date.”

“Good girl.”

And the way I shivered at his words would have given the hot water that battered my body a run for its money.

29

COLTON

There was nothing, nothing at all, like the sounds of blades on the ice first thing in the morning.

I blew into my whistle and shouted over the boys’ heads. “Again!”

I watched them sprint in their blades down the ice, wrapping back around at the drop of a hat. It didn’t shock me one bit when Jett whooped everyone’s asses by pulling out ahead and staying ahead. Good. We needed our sniper to be quick on his feet. Moose? Our goalie? Hell of a marksman. If I could train up one of these guys to be a backup goalie, he’d make a fucking phenomenal defense for his own goal.

I jotted down notes as I blew into my whistle. “Again!”

Groans were heard from some of the boys, and I lifted my eyes from my clipboard. “Do I hear bellyaching!?”

“No, Coach!” the boys huffed as they jumped into yet another sprint.

I stared them down and blew into my whistle. “Again!”

Skates sheered across the ice, kicking up shavings. The wind of their bodies fluttered my windbreaker jacket as they moved with speed. Not all of them were graceful, but that was something we could work on. What we needed for our opening game was speed.

After all, the Minnesota Daredevils were a bunch of big boy weight pumpers.

If we could outskate them, we’d win just fine.

I pulsed my whistle three times, signaling our cooldown time. The guys skated over, heaving for air. I watched Rhett move to place his hands on his knees before I walked over to him in my rubber-soled boots, shoving my hand against his chest, and forced him upright.

“No collapsing the chests! You pass out, you don’t play!” I barked.

“Yes, Coach!” the guys exclaimed.

Breathlessly, but they gave it their all, nonetheless.

“All riiiiight!” I barked as I moved away and clapped my hands above my head. “All right, all right! Now this is what a winning team looks like! Now get off the ice and into the locker room. It’s time for stretches and announcements.”

The guys beamed with pride, and not a single one of them collapsed into themselves with a need for air by the time I spat the words out. We all shuffled off the ice, and I kept my eyes on my clipboard, finalizing everyone’s starting positions for tomorrow night’s big game. The entire city talked about it. The Hideout ran drink specials all fucking week because of it. The casino hotels on the Strip had Vipers promos running on their marquees. You couldn’t walk a block without seeing someone in a jersey. Vegas had decided to show up for this one, and that meant I couldn’t let anyone down.

We couldn’t afford it.

We had to win this game.