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Niko chokes on a laugh, causing Xander to warn, “Don’t encourage him.”
“I can’t help it, that was funny," Niko whines, clamping his lips together to contain himself.
“If Tripp was kidding, yes, it’d be funny. But he’s not. Don’t give him any more family passes or he’ll hover by the locker room trying to pick up members of the other team.”
Luca shrugs. “Who cares. If there are any gay players out there, they might appreciate bumping into Tripp after the game.”
“No. Bad idea.” Though Noah’s voice is level, the steely set of his jaw tells me he’s pissed. What’s that about?
“What? Why?” Luca gives his teammate a confused look.
“He can’t sleep with the competition.”
“Why not?” Justus asks.
“Because he’s not some random guy whose hookups won’t impact us.”
Niko scratches his head as he squints at Noah. “I’m not really following you, buddy. None of us have a say where our friends stick their dicks.”
“What if he hooked up with Blaise?” Noah asks his teammates.
“That douchebag on the Rockets?” Luca’s smile quickly morphs to a frown.
“Blaise is gay?” Justus looks around, confused.
“I’m just picking him as an example,” Noah says. “Would any of us be okay with Tripp hooking up with him? Or any of the assholes in the league like him?”
“That’s a good point.” Luca chews on his lip.
“How is that a good point?” I ask.
“If he’s as big a turd to you off the ice as he is to us on it, we’d probably end up fighting with him,” Niko responds. “Best case that’s just a penalty, worst an ejection and a fine.”
“So, your hockey season comes before my sex life?” I narrow my eyes in Niko’s direction.
“I’m afraid so.”
“Cock blockers,” I mutter, though I’m not nearly as disappointed as I should be to learn my friendship with the local hockey gods won’t pave the way for me to sample more of them.
Chapter11 – Noah
The short drive to Tripp’s place didn’t take the edge off, so I’m still vibrating when I walk in the door. On some level that worries me—I always shrug off my anger before it festers, even on the ice—yet more than an hour later Tripp’s puck buck comments still aren’t sitting right.
“Puck bucks, seriously?” I ask as soon as we’re in the door.
Tripp tosses his keys on the entry table. “You’re right. It doesn’t have the same classy ring as bunny. What about puck buddies?”
That answer only frustrates me more. “Is it really that important to you to score with one of us?”
He gives me a bemused once-over as he takes a seat on the couch. “I don’t have a bingo card I’m trying to fill with sexual escapades if that’s what you’re asking. although, I probably should cause that’d be hot as fuck.”
Still rooted by the door, I cross my arms in front of my chest. “Wow… Okay."
“What’s wrong with sexual freedom?”
“Why the fixation on hockey players?”
“I’m not fixated on them, I just happen to like the idea of people having sex unapologetically. Like puck bunnies.”
