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Justin flew at the goalie when he skated too close and took him down with an arm around his neck. Little fucker was wiry as shit but tough as nails. He twisted his hips and threw the goalie down flat on his back, then stood over him, one skate on either side of his waist. “Stay down,” he ordered with pointed finger.
That should have been the end of it, but both teams had gotten the taste for blood, and with me and Justin taking out the opposing team, the others joined in with a string of profanity that would make a normal man’s hair stand on end. It was a free-for-all. Fists pummeled anything within reach. Blood splattered across the ice in a crimson stain. An elbow caught me in the center of the back and I staggered forward.
Whistles blew but we were too far into the brawl to stop. Both teams flooded onto the ice in a writhing mass of rage and desire to see bloodshed. I ducked a wild swing and did my best to protect Lennox as the fight unfolded around me. I hadn’t instigated the fight, but I damn well hadn’t stopped it either. Part of me felt bad for that, while the other part—the bigger part—reveled in the chaos. Mayhem reigned on the ice. Sometimesyou had to give yourself over to the beast. As long as it stayed here, where the cold dried my sweat and the people around me didn’t mind knocking my teeth loose as I did the same to them, I let the beast inside me rage.
A hand wrapped around my ankle, and I dropped my gaze to Lennox. Confusion twisted his features, and he shook his head side to side like he was trying to clear it.
“Everybody off the ice.” A ref pushed his way into the middle of the fight. “Come on, guys. Get it together.”
I lowered my hands and dropped to a knee beside Lennox. “We got you.”
He grunted and pushed up using one arm. “I feel like someone took a hammer to my head.”
“Yeah, well.” I gripped his hand and helped him sit up. Justin dropped to his other side. “Can you skate?” He bared his teeth at me and I grinned back. “Alright. Let’s go.”
The crowd cheered when Lennox gained his feet. I took Lennox’s left side while Justin took his right. Together we glided over the ice toward Coach. The rest of our team skated ahead of us, clearing a path between the opposing team’s players. They jeered but backed away. All part of the game, I reminded myself as my jaw clenched and anger ebbed and flowed in waves.
Lennox’s head bobbled forward. He caught himself and snapped straight. “I’m fine.”
“Yep.” I pressed my lips into a flat line. “You’re always fine.”
The refs converged once all the players were off the ice. I knew what was coming next. They’d put me back in the penalty box. Probably another five minutes. Oh well. Maybe I deserved it. But I’d do it again. Lucy met us at the edge of the ice and held out her hand, waving us on. “Come on. Take him to my office.”
“I’m fine.” Lennox tried to argue, but his voice was too low and full of pain. His weight dragged to one side and he winced when his knee bent. “Okay. Maybe not fine.”
Lucy walked backward, her eyes taking in all three of us. “Justin, your lip is bleeding.”
He traced his tongue over the tear in his lower lip and growled. “Motherfucker got me good.” He shot a look over his shoulder.
“You step one foot back on that ice before the refs say so and I’ll bench you the next two games.” Coach’s voice said he wasn’t joking around. He pointed at the hallway. “Get out of here. All three of you. Let Lucy check you out.” He checked his watch. “Hurry up.”
We followed Lucy from the rink and into the squat corridor. It felt even tighter with the three of us squished together. We stopped to clip guards on our skates and shuffle-walked our way to Lucy’s office. She marched ahead of us, her spine straight and her steps firm enough to make her ass bounce in a delicious jiggle. Damn. I shouldn’t be thinking about her right now. I should be concerned about Lennox. I was concerned. He was more stable on his feet now, but he gripped my shoulder like a lifeline. The further we walked, the more he hobbled.
I held a hand to my ribs and took short, shallow breaths.
“Hey, Luce, you need to look at Zachary too. I think he’s got a cracked rib.” Justin tattled on me with a lilting joy in his voice.
We were all a little banged up, but I wasn’t worried about my ribs. “I’m fine. Just look at Lennox.”
“I can’t believe you all went out there and fought like that.” Lucy stopped on a dime and spun to face us. Pink dusted her cheeks. She crossed her arms, which caused her tits to jut forward through her puffy vest. Her fur-lined boots and vest reminded me of an Arctic runway model. She pulled off the look flawlessly. Her hands clenched and unclenched on her upper arms. A quiver shook her voice. “What were you thinking?”
We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I felt bad for it, but the release of adrenaline put my head in the clouds.My shoulder brushed the concrete wall, reminding me of the cramped space we all occupied. “Come on. We don’t have much time.” Even now I heard the game start back up again. If we were lucky, Coach would let me and Justin back on the ice once the refs were done penalizing us for our little brawl.
Lucy’s lips puckered but she turned and led the way to her office. Her concern was touching. But who was it directed at? Justin’s earlier comment about the two of us sharing Lucy hit me in the chest, and I almost lost my breath all over again. I’d never shared a woman before. Not in any capacity. I wasn’t sure I was capable of something that intimate. I shot a look at Justin, who watched Lucy with a darkly possessive gleam in his eyes. He swallowed and looked at me, his lips curling up into a tiny smile as he tipped his head toward Lucy. The move asked a silent question. Had I thought about it?
Oh, yes. I’d thought about it. The fight distracted me, but Lucy was never too far from my thoughts. She’d been stuck there since the day we met, even more so since we had sex. She was a drug I never wanted to quit, consequences be damned. It was risky, letting her in like that. She had the power to destroy us with a single word to her dad.
“Get him on the table.” Lucy’s voice sliced through me, the concern in it giving me pause. She looked at Lennox the same way she looked at me. The same way I’d seen her look at Justin.
We hobbled through the open door, and relief crashed over me when we stepped into the bright light with its homey atmosphere. It was short-lived when I caught Lucy chewing her lip in obvious concern over Lennox.
“I think he has a concussion.” I helped Lennox hop up onto the table and removed his helmet. It didn’t matterwhyshe was worried about him as long as she helped him. We needed Lennox in his best possible shape. He rallied the team like no one else.
“Nice.” Lennox punched my shoulder and rolled his eyes. He winced and rubbed at his forehead. “You’re probably right.”
“Maybe one of the EMTs should look at him.” Lucy rushed over and grasped Lennox’s face between her palms. “I’m not a doctor. I can’t treat brain injuries.”
“My brain’s fine.” Lennox smirked at her and she blushed.
