She swaps her stick out with the blondie who’s goofy handed. Red takes the puck, skates hard, heads directly for the left-hand side of goal. It’s a risky move, but she fakes high and shoots low, his weak spot as he catches left. Her goal slides right past his stick and pads, sending the buzzers and horn into the air with “We Will Rock You” by Queen.
Red lifts off her helmet as she skates to the box to take a seat. Her eyes find mine and she flashes that sexy, smug grin. It’s the same one she gets after she drums.
The game flies by. Second period is over before we can get a good lead. And in third, we can’t score on their goalie, so our defense has to button up and keep the puck in play on their end. Not that it helps us.
The goalie is something from legends. I’m assuming any second the helmet is gonna come off and Carey Price will be there, grinning at us. I swear I saw the butterfly effect a couple of times.
The third period ends and we’ve beaten them by one goal. The girls fly at the goalie who rips off her helmet and grins. It’s the other blonde. The one who was on Red’s line in the beginning.
“Holy fuck, it’s a girl,” Brady and Mike Number Two say at the same time.
“She might be the second best goalie I’ve seen in my life,” Cap adds with a nod of respect.
The stands are going nuts, cheering louder when they see it’s a girl.
“It’s time to shake hands. Line up,” Cap shouts and skates to start the line.
We file in behind him, all of us stuck staring at the goalie. She and Jenny and the blonde forward made the team.
As we’re offering a sincere handshake and greeting to each player, my gaze doesn’t leave Jenny. She’s sweating up a storm and the pale skin of her face is flushed with color. I remember the last time I saw her skin look like this and fight a groan.
“Keep it in your pants.” Matt taps my jaw closed which I hadn’t noticed was open.
When she gets to me, she’s smirking and I can’t fight the grin on my face.
I offer her a, “Good game,” but the animalistic stare on both our faces is familiar. We are going to fuck tonight and she might break my dick off. But it’ll be worth it.
“You too, Lawrence.” She winks and cruises past me, offering Brady what amounts to a slug in the arm. “Coldwell, I felt that ass grab, fucker.”
I spin to slug him too but he’s busy staring at the goalie, offering a near reverence, “You played well.”
“You’re an asshole for the slap,” she retorts and keeps going like he’s nothing.
Brady and I both laugh, and I know for a fact if he wasn’t engaged to Nat, he would be offering the goalie the tour of the White House. Particularly the oval office.
27 Sweat sessions
Jenny
“That was some game, girls!” Stan says excitedly from the door as we walk up to his mansion on the Upper East Side in the fading light of sunset and streetlights. He hugs Lian, Suz, and then me, whispering in my ear, “You kicked their asses.”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a laugh. “We had some motivation that first period.”
“Indeed. They were messing around with you. I saw it.” He turns us to face the insane entrance. “Go on inside and get something to eat, you must be starved. And well done on all the arrangements. The food and entertainment are perfect. You are definitely superstars.”
“Thanks, sir,” we say in unison and walk into the house.
“Oh my God, that was amazing.” Sukii hurries to us and takes my hands. “Cap says you switched up your jerseys and changed lines to throw them off.”
“Yeah, it was a dirty trick,” Suz says with too much delight in her voice. “But it might not have been necessary had they not molested us the first period.”
“They made their beds,” Lian adds, still fired up with adrenaline. “I’m gonna go pick the lucky winner who gets to have sex with me later. I think I might fuck that huge Russian asshole.” She winks and walks to the bar, leaving us all giggling.
“Yeah, I think I might be into that too,” Suz glances at one of the servers, a tall girl with a wide smile and eyes that haven’t stopped flickering in Suz’s direction.
“Have fun!” Sukii sings and pulls me to the far side of the great room which is filling up with people. “Cap also mentioned that he didn’t think you and Lori had patched things up.” She inspects me with her dark eyes. “You said you dealt with it.”
“Okay, well, I—lied,” I admit quietly. “I don’t know what to say. I feel awful. He was trying to be nice, and I treated him so coldly and I called him a skin-suit—” I glimpse to the left to see him, Nat, Sami, Brady, and Matt all walk in together. “I panicked and decided to let it sit until the junket and game were off my plate.” I exhale slowly, trying not to stare at the tight tee shirts and fitted jeans. “And now the piper has to be paid.”
“Damn, look at those thighs,” Sukii whispers, joining me in staring until the whole group of them gazes over at us like they’re the Cullen family and this is the Forks High School cafeteria.
I force a smile and a wave as Nat does the same. Sami’s halfhearted smile suggests she knows how poorly I’ve treated Lawrence, making me feel worse. Especially since all I can think about since the game is fucking his brains out. It’s all I’ve thought about for two weeks while I threw myself
