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But the guy was a complete asshole. He wore a mask in front of the administration and the boosters. Or maybe they just didn’t care. All I know is I didn’t have a choice when he kicked me off the team. There was a zero tolerance policy for me. If I had one infraction off the ice, there would be hell to pay.
And true to form, I got kicked off the team for taking up for a woman.
So here I am, playing for a hockey team filled with three-star recruits other than the Godfather. But after last night with Brooke, I’m exactly where I want to be. I want to explore her body and be balls deep inside her.
“Sit.”
I pull the clunky chair out, plop down, and wait for him to address me further.
“Bauer, you’ve been here for seven or eight months, and that’s the best you’ve skated. Your passing was on point, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you anticipate like you were today.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“What do you attribute your success to today?”
Instead of sayingI had the most incredible oral sex last night, I say, “Finally clicking. My head was a mess when I got here.”
“If you can keep that temper under control, you can be one of the first hockey players to be drafted from this university. Keep skating like that, and you’ll be moved to first line.”
This year, I’ve spent a fair amount of time in the penalty box. I’ve been ticked that I’m not on first line when I can take every one of my teammates with my eyes closed. In all honesty, I’ve only becomegoodfriends with the guys on my line. Flynn and Dawes. They don’t ask questions, just the way I like it.
“I’ll do my best.”
He curls an eyebrow and taps his pen against his clipboard. “And Bauer, I expect you to pick up your grades. You barely made the minimum GPA to play this semester. Hockey doesn’t last forever; you’ll need a backup plan. Trust me.”
Coach was drafted in the first round of the NHL and then had a car wreck and shattered his spine before he ever played a game. It’s hard not to wince at the thought.
Some people believe in a higher power, but I believe in hockey. There was one thing they didn’t make me give up when I left boarding school—hockey. Monday through Friday, I was able to go to the rink as part of my agreement with the court system.
My biological dad, whoever he is, stepped in and saved my sanity. My stepdad was in jail, and my mom stood by his side. She came to see me a handful of times. Thanks.
What I did wasn’t right and even with hundreds of hours of counseling, I will never forgive the son of a bitch who called me son. Not after what he did to her. And to our family. It’s all his fault.
“Yes, sir.”
Coach picks up a folder and opens it. And I guess that’s my cue to leave.
The empty locker room smells of a mixture of soap and sweat as I gather my gear and head out to my vehicle. When I see the fighter-jet-gray Jeep, I think of Brooke and how I’d love to lay her on the hood during broad daylight so I could fully appreciate her.
Brooke didn’t seem like a girl used to hooking up, and I hadn’t had a sexual encounter in public since I was a freshman at Broadhurst. Maybe it was because I hadn’t had sex in a long time. Yeah… I’ll go with that excuse. Or am I actually interested in her?
Hagan calls while I’m driving home from practice. “Hey, we’re going over to the Campus Café for breakfast. Meet us there.”
“Nah, I’m beat and running low on money. I’ll just eat at home.”
“Sorry, that’s a no can do. The electricity is out.”
“What the fuck?”
Harper yells in the background, “You better come.”
I shake my head, knowing I’ll go. “Only because I just burned at least three thousand calories.”
Why do I feel the need to take care of Harper? To make her happy? There’s no romantic connection, but there is a bond. Is it that she forgave me so easily for the rumor I spread in high school? Is it trust? Is it the baby she’s having and not having a family myself makes me want to be included in hers?
We confide in each other, both the devastating thoughts that eat us from the inside and the ones that make us happy. Until last night, mine were either of my past or hockey and now Brooke—a woman I licked and sucked and only found out her name when I snatched her university I.D. A woman who’s too busy to party or hookup judging by the contents of her purse as well as the way her breath hitched when I touched her. It tells me she’s not used to being touched by a man.
And I have to admit I revel in that thought. Pure, untouched terrain.
