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Miller looks up at me and gives me the cheekiest grin before stealing the puck from the New York forward with absolute ease. He adds a little fancy ass footwork before powering on with amazing speed, as Tank and Bobby do an incredible job of keeping his line clear.
I watch as he stares down the opposition’s goalie and shoots for everything he’s worth. The puck enters the goal and, not two seconds later, the buzzer sounds, signaling the end of yet another brilliant game. Once again, my boys are left undefeated.
We cheer with pride as the boys line up through the center of the ice, shaking the hands of the opposing team. They leave the ice as proud men and disappear into the locker room. The spectators slowly clear out, leaving the die-hard fans gathered around, waiting to congratulate the boys and find out where the party is going to be tonight.
I make my way down to the merchandise stand to find out how our sales are going. After adding the boy’s jerseys to our collection, I’m not surprised to find that they’ve been selling like hotcakes, especially the ones that sayCAINacross the back. Though I must admit, I might have bought one of those myself then surprised Miller in the bedroom when he got home the other night.
“How are you doing, girls?” I ask when I finally make it through the crowd that’s trying to get to my boys.
“Yeah, good,” the freshman says. “We’ve been getting smashed. I think we’re going to need a third person to help us out.”
“Okay, sure. I’ll get it cleared with Coach Harris. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I tell them as they hastily continue making sales. I check the stock and get busy helping them out when a familiar set of hands circle my waist.
“Fuck, you’re sexy with my name on your back,” Miller says in my ear because, obviously, I couldn’t resist wearing his jersey tonight.
I turn in his arms and give him a congratulatory kiss. “And you’re sexy when you’re dominating that ice.”
Miller grins wide. “Are you girls up for Micky’s tonight?”
“You bet,” I smile.
The boys usher him away, and I promise that Sophie and I will meet them at the bar once we’ve helped the freshman girls finish up here.
An hour later, Sophie and I push our way through the door to Micky’s to find the place absolutely pumping. There are bodies everywhere, and it’s no secret why they’re here when they begin chanting the Dragons’ war cry. We push our way through the crowd, which is made a lot easier when Jaxon calls out for the crowd to part for Dragon royalty. Hell, Miller and I are now known as the Dragons’ King and Queen.
I find Miller among the bodies and sit down on his lap, feeling right at home. The night erupts around us as the boys continue drinking and celebrating. Miller only has a few and, after the many disastrous nights I’ve had in this particular bar, I decide only a few sounds like a pretty good idea.
I spend my night splitting my time between dancing with Sophie, laughing with the boys, and making out with Miller as his hands slip into my underwear beneath the table.
A few hours later, Coach Harris pushes his way through the door with a man dressed in a very expensive suit, looking as important as ever. “Fuck,” Miller says in shock as he eyes the man, recognizing him instantly. Tank looks up at Miller’s tone and immediately imitates his shocked gaze.
Coach Harris leads the man over to our table and Miller and Tank stand, causing the rest of the boys to follow suit. “Well, if it isn’t the Dream Team,” the man grins, reaching out to shake hands with Miller and then Tank.
“Who’s that?” I ask Jaxon, leaning over to whisper.
“Looks like a scout or maybe an executive from one of the NHL teams, but I have no idea where he’s from. This is huge though. They never come out to meet the players like this,” he says in awe, watching the scene unfold before him as if looking into his own future.
The boys talk with Coach Harris and the man for a while when I realize that Sophie is absolutely smashed. I let Jaxon and Bobby know that I’m taking her home so I don’t interrupt the boys during their meeting of a lifetime.
I buy a bottle of water and practically force it down Sophie’s throat as she gives me the latest update on her and Tank’s sexcapades, which as usual, involves far too many details. We stop by the local burger place and grab some fries to munch on for the rest of the walk home.
Somehow, a fifteen-minute walk turns into a forty-five-minute stroll, and when we finally make it home, I tuck Sophie into bed after she begs me to help her pee.
My phone rings and I fish it out of my pocket to find Miller’s name on the screen. “Why hello, superstar,” I say with a wide grin as I answer the phone.
“Hey babe, just checking you got home okay?” he asks.
“Barely,” I laugh. “It took us a while, but we got here eventually.”
I hear the muffled noise of the bar in the background and realize he must be standing out front “So, was that a scout?” I ask, hoping it was all good news.
“Not quite,” he says with pride loud and clear in his voice. “He owns the Chicago Raiders, one of the best teams in the league. They seem pretty interested in signing both me and Tank, but he won’t make any promises until the end of the season. Apparently, there are a few other teams looking at us.”
“Holy shit,” I gasp. “That’s amazing.”
“Can I come to your place to celebrate?” he asks seductively.
“Of course you can,” I laugh. “Stay and celebrate with the team though. I’ll wait up for you.”
