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“Something to think about, yeah?” Leo asks.
“Keep in mind, lines change in pro much more than they do here. You’d be on the ice.” Dean taps my knee and stands up. “I need a drink.”
Leo’s laugh draws my attention to him. “He wants you, Rivera. Koa, too.”
“Full ride.” I shake my head.
“Every kid who gets an athletic scholarship has it beat into their heads that they’re lucky and should finish college because they’ll never get a chance for a free education again of the go pro, but that’s bullshit. You finish one season in the NHL, you can afford to get your doctorate.” Evan leans in and whispers, “Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, man. Brooklyn’s going to win a cup within three years, and you need to be with us.”
“Something to think about,” I answer, leaning back against the couch cushion.
“It’s less than a four-hour drive from Boston to Brooklyn.” Leo winks.
“Any other Lions standing out?” Evan asks.
“My roommate, JT, left D, our enforcer. He’s got the mouth for it. Can’t wait to see how he is in a game.”
Evan laughs. “Kids got balls. He didn’t give a damn who you were during a scrimmage; he’d talk shit about your momma.”
“Sounds like him,” I agree. “Dash is our left wing. You guys have played him.”
“Played up to Koa’s strengths.” Evan nods. “Goalie?”
“Kid named Hank Marshall, and our right D is Asher Benjamin. Neither seem to give a shit who everyone else is. Dash, though, he’s captain material.”
“But he didn’t get captain.” Evan shrugs. “Gotta believe Coach knows what he’s doing.”
“Never doubted it.”
Leo leans forward, beer in his hand. “You’re smiling.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m excited to get out there.”
* * *
By twelve thirtyin the morning, I’m physically exhausted, mentally drained from mind-fucking the bomb that just landed on my lap, and I’m ready to tap out, but I also love watching Riley kick everyone’s ass, including mine, at Jenga. I don’t want to be the asshole boyfriend to interrupt, but in five hours, I need to be alert, even though Coach gave us the day off.
When all the blocks fall, and she throws her arms in the air victoriously, I give her a few moments to gloat before I grab her hand and pull her aside.
“Gonna have to say goodnight.”
She looks down at her watch and gasps. “You have to be up in like—”
“It’s cool. Not a real practice; open skate. But after this morning, I need to show up.”
She nibbles on her lower lip, and I have an urge to do the same damn thing.
“Gonna need your lips before I leave.”
I move us from the kitchen, through the house, and into the bathroom. After securing the door behind me, I turn and see her fixing her hair in the mirror. Before she turns around, I wrap my arms around her and pull her back tight against me.
Sliding my hand up her stomach and over her chest, I grip her chin lightly and position her face so I have access to her lips. “About lost it seeing you in this jersey tonight and realized, as juvenile as I always thought it was to want your girl wearing your numbers, I get it now. And fuck, Cielo, I’m gonna need to make sure you only ever wear mine.”
She licks her lips, and I bring mine down on them. When she starts to turn, I stall her as I pop the button on her jeans and slowly push my hand down the front of them.
Her lips quiver against mine before they wrap around my tongue and she begins sucking.
A groan leaves my throat as I feel how hot she is, and wet, so fucking wet, as I push a finger inside her and slowly finger her.
