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Atlas’s shoulders slumped and the fight left him. He looked like a child who’d been firmly reprimanded. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his blue Polar Storms sweats, and the action drew my attention to his groin. Nothing made a cock look better than a pair of sweatpants.Nothing.I didn’t care if the devil himself wore them, I was looking.
“Sure thing, Dad.” He gave Joseph a half smile, but there was nothing genuine about it.
“So, go help Wy unpack.” Joseph waved his hand impatiently before sliding his fingers between Mom’s and dragging her toward the kitchen, which seemed misogynistic, but Mom loved cooking and baking, so it was her dream room of the house.
Atlas’s glare returned and he spun on his heel and stormed up the stairs. I followed him, amused by his attitude and his clear hatred for me. I wasn’t a huge fan of him, either, though I wasn’t sure what I’d done, other than exist, to make him dislike me. From the moment I’d arrived at the first practice, Atlas had shown his disdain for me. I’d rolled with it because he hadn’t been the only guy not to like me. When you had talent, you made enemies. Hockey was a team sport, but it was also a competitive one. Every player wanted to be the best on the ice.
Every player wanted to live the dream of earning a spot on a pro team.
Shaking my head, I followed him upstairs, across the balcony, and to my bedroom. He slammed open the door. Inside were stacks of boxes beside the bed and nightstands, which Joseph had bought for me before we’d arrived. The room was huge, nearly three times the size of the one I’d had in our old apartment. The bed was probably bigger than my former bedroom, with a wide King-sized wooden frame that was fit for royalty—or an amazing hockey player.
Atlas kicked one of my boxes and threw a smirk over his shoulder. “Don’t get used to this place, Birdy. You won’t be here for long.”
I blinked, successfully hiding the irritation at how he’d treated my belongings. Forcing a smile, I crossed my arms. “Birdy? Aw, you have a pet name for me. That’s so cute.” I slapped my hands to my chest. “What can I call you? Do you want to beGlobe? Better yet, you can be my world!”
“Fuck off.” He stalked forward and shoved my shoulder, and I nearly tripped over one of the stacks of boxes behind me.
“Come on,my world, don’t be that way. I thought I was your birdy.” I snickered when his face turned red, but I wasn’t expecting him to tackle me. I managed to stay on my feet, but only just, and I still smashed against the wall near the door. I grappled with him and spun him, trying to get his head locked under my arm, but he shoved forward.
We both went flying toward the bed. The back of my knees hit the mattress. I flailed onto the bed, and he jumped on top of me. I wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do because he couldn’t punch me, and he must’ve come to the same realization because he froze, eyes going wide.
I grinned. “If you wanted to get me into bed, all you had to do was ask.”
He growled out an annoyed sound and scrambled off, nearly tripping in the process. He glared and pointed a finger at me. “You’re not as good as you think you are.”
“Aren’t I?” I sat up and crossed my legs underneath me. Cocking my head, I threw him another grin. “Because your dad thinks I am, and so does the team. I’m captain now, remember?”
“Which is bullshit.” He threw up his arms and bared his teeth at me like a rabid animal—yikes, a sexy one. “A new player shouldn’t have had that chance. I’ve been on the team a lot longer than you.”
I had to admit he was right. I would’ve thought it was crap, too. I didn’t know the team as well as he did, and I had no idea what their weaknesses and strengths were. It was better to have someone like him as the captain, and I’d been thinking about turning down the position and telling Coach Hill to put Atlas in because I wanted to focus on the game—but now Atlas had pissed me off. I wasn’t going to hand over power to an asshole.
One might even say I had an obligation to lead if he was the alternative. I smirked.
“Fuck you,” he continued to rage, and I let him, amused as a range of emotions flashed across his face. Hurt. Anger. Confusion. “Your mom won’t last as his girlfriend. There have been others he’s dated and discarded, and she’ll be the next victim.”
I could tolerate a lot when someone attacked me, but when it came to Mom, that was a different story. She’d been through too much to have a spoiled rich boy like Atlas fucking Frosteson talk shit about her.
I jumped to my feet and rushed him, slamming my shoulder into his gut and getting a winded gasp from him. He crashed against the wall at his back, and I slammed my fist into his stomach before he gathered his senses and returned fire. He pushed me and tackled me again, and this time we landed on the floor, with me on my back and him above me, smashing his knuckles into my cheek. My head flung to the side and pain throbbed from where he’d gotten me, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins made it impossible to feel the full intensity while I still had him above me.
I rocked my hips up, and he went flying forward over my head, banging into the floor. I spun onto my hands and knees and scrambled over to him, taking the position on top of him. He grappled with me and used his weight to flip us again. He was bigger than me, and while I had speed, he had strength, and there was no way I could keep the advantage, so now it was me on my back again.
I attempted to jerk forward, hoping to dislodge him once more, but he was ready this time, and he grabbed my wrists, slamming them on the floor above my head. I hissed when his hold tightened, and he leaned over me, smirking.
“Got you,Birdy, and now I’m gonna make you sing.”
I laughed, and the sound was so abrupt that he froze, eyebrows dipping together in confusion. “Are you flirting with me? Because you’re poking me with your hockey stick.”
Atlas frowned and glanced down at himself, and I followed his gaze, mouth curling to one side in amusement at the sight of his chubby proudly pushing out the fabric of his sweats. With all the grinding against each other, it was no wonder that he’d hardened because my cock had done the same. The reaction was natural biology, yet it was fucking funny how quickly Atlas flew backward, landing hard on the floor.
His embarrassment went straight to anger, and he jumped to his feet, shaking a finger at me. “It wasn’t because of you, fucker.”
“Are you sure?” I fluttered my lashes at him and toyed with my chain necklace.
He growled out an animalistic noise before stepping over me, kicking me in the side as he did, then stormed out of the room. The door slammed behind him, and there was yelling downstairs, probably from Joseph.
I cackled.
Rolling onto my stomach, I pushed to my feet, still laughing and thinking about the expression on Atlas’s face when he’d realized he had a boner. It was one of the many images I couldn’t get out of my head when it came to him, and I loved every second of embarrassing and irritating him.
