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Miller scrunches up his face as he turns back to me, having to declare himself the loser of this little challenge. “Mia was up all night,” he says, attempting to excuse his poor efforts. But in all honesty, his shot is still one of the best in the team. Right behind mine, of course.
“Bullshit. Soph called Dani this morning, who said she slept right through,” I laugh.
“Fuck,” he curses before pushing his way to the front of the line and giving it another go.
I snicker to myself as I make my way across the room and to my locker. I grab my phone to send a quick text to Sophie but find one already waiting. I open up the message from my wife and smirk at the picture attached.
“Fuck me,” I groan to myself as I take in my very naked wife in nothing but a pair of heels, sitting in a very suggestive position with the words Good Luck written across her tits in my team’s colors. I’m one lucky son of a bitch and can’t wait to take that woman home and show her just how happy she makes me.
I was wondering what she was doing this afternoon all holed up in our bedroom and refusing to let me come in, but it’s certainly worth it now.
Knowing I only have a moment, I type out a quick reply.
Tank - Fuck, babe. I’m going to rock your world when we get home. All. Fucking. Night.
Sophie - I’m counting on it, big guy.
I can just imagine the sexy smirk on her face as she typed out her message. The thought has me grinning like a fucking idiot and growing hard beneath all this gear. And trust me, with the fucking cup I’m wearing, this shit ain’t comfortable.
I adjust myself as I put my phone back in my locker while Coach Larsden calls our attention. The boys stop what they’re doing and give him their undivided attention because they know exactly what would happen if they didn’t.
“Alright boys,” he starts. “Tonight is a big one. This determines if we make it to the semifinals. I want each and every one of you on point. No fuckups, you hear me?” he demands. “Cameron, keep on top of your footwork. Jake, no illegal moves. The rest of you, watch out for their defense. They’re good, but not as good as us.” His speech goes on and soon enough the boys are rowdy and excited.
The game official barges in, letting us know it’s go time. We line up with me at the front and soon enough I’m leading the boys out of the hole.
The crowd roars the second we show our faces, and my stare snaps up to my wife sitting in the grandstand, only she isn’t sitting. She’s up on her feet jumping around like a fucking idiot, but at least she’s not alone. Dani is right there by her side, letting the crowd know exactly who they’re cheering for.
Twenty minutes later, I’m standing in the center of the ice, facing my opponent as the referee drops the puck. My stick snakes out and we scuffle for a second, fighting for the puck. I come out on top, and as soon as I have that puck safely in my possession, I take off like a bat out of hell.
I push forward with my boys right by my side, defending the puck just as they have been taught. A big fucker from the opposition comes barreling down the ice toward me, and out of all the guys on his team, he’s probably the only one big enough to take me out.
I flick the puck across the ice to Cameron, who sends it straight to Miller just as the big fucker reaches me. I see his intention the moment before he makes his move, and I have all of one second to twist this situation in my favor.
He cuts around me and tries to throw me into the barrier, knowing I’m one of the biggest threats in the game and hoping to take me out early. I come to a hard stop and throw my body to the side, and the dickhead completely misses, throwing himself into the walls.
I grin at the fool, but don’t have time to dwell on it as he drops to the ice like the sack of shit he is. After all, I have a game to dominate, and I refuse to let losers like this take me down. Besides, my wife is watching.
The crowd is suddenly on their feet cheering, and I search out the game to see Miller is close to shooting the first goal of the night. I take in his position against the opposition, and I know without a doubt he has this in the bag. Well, depending on how good their goalie is, but Miller has always had a talent for reading people.
