Page 82 of Knot Your Rebel

Gav: Dude definitely has a micro dick.

Me: So, what did the doctors say about Drake?

Cap: He’s going to be out of the next two games, which sucks because it’s two of our hardest games this season.

Me: What the fuck am I? Chopped liver?

Cap: Nah, man. Just saying it’ll suck not having a good backup goalie on hand.

Sin: Still can’t believe the score ended up being 4-3.

Pulling up the list of members in the new group chat, I realize it doesn’t include everyone on the team, like our second backup goalie, Grey, who is mysteriously absent from the list. I’m glad, though. He doesn’t need the guys to be complaining about the game. He may be a backup, but he’s brand new to the NHL. He’ll get better, but right now, he’s giving it everything he’s got, even if that everything sucks.

Drake: Aww, it’s cute that you knuckleheads are worried about me.

Seb: Oh, fuck off with that shit.

Me: How’s the noggin’?

Drake: Splitting headache that hurts like fuck. Doc said I shouldn’t be using my phone, but I figured I’d pop on and see what you losers were saying.

Sin: I feel honored.

Drake: We’re no longer friends, consider yourself blacklisted.

Sin: Say it ain’t so. Crying emoji

Drake: …

Me: …

Sin: Come on guys, it was a joke.

I can’t help but laugh at my teammates. They’re a bunch of morons. Hell, we all are, but we play hard, we win a lot of games, and we goof off about just as much. It’s good to have a core group of guys. Guys who would give you the shirt off their damn backs if you needed one.

Rebel and I showered about twenty minutes ago, where I proceeded to go down on her and worship her fucking pussy until her legs shook too much to remain standing. Then I picked her up and put her to bed, wearing my shirt, of course.

My eyes trail over to the beauty peacefully sleeping beside me in bed. Her face is makeup free and her worry lines are smooth. Her gorgeous blonde hair fans out on the pillow cradling her head. Soft snores whisper from between those soft and pliable lips that I love to bite. I brush a strand of hair out of her face so I can watch her.

I still stalk her, but this time, she knows I’m here, and she wants me here. I’ve never admitted to loving anyone out loud but Rebel. This girl means the fucking world to me, and she doesn’t even have half a clue of how much.

The TV lights up on the wall in front of the bed with replays of the game tonight. I can’t stop watching it. Overanalyzing everything that happened in each period.

My phone buzzes in my hand, and I look down to see another text in the group text.

Sin: Seriously, guys. You’re going to leave it like that?

No one responds.

Sin: Okay, this really isn’t funny guys. You know I was joking, right?

Deciding to put him out of his misery, I text him outside of the group chat.

Me: They’re just being dicks. Stop looking so desperate.

Sin: Jesus, fuck. I thought I’d really fucked something up.

Me: Don’t worry about it, kid.

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