Page 117 of No Pucks

“Damn, you’d risk not having a coach and possibly part of your team for the semi-finals to out him? Respect.” Wolfe holds up his fist.

“We don’t fucking need him, and we don’t fucking want him on our bench.” Barlowe throws his words back at Wolfe. “None of my guys will pop or have used. I made sure of it.”

I’m not sure he’s telling the truth, as blood doping is basically undetectable when an athlete uses their own blood, but maybe he’d made the team stop when he decided he wanted to burn my father down.

“Word,” Archangel says. “How can we help?”

I hold out my hand for the folder. “Let me send it to my mother and grandfather.”

Barlowe smiles, gladly handing it to me. “Tell them to work quick. We have an hour, but don’t think for a single second we’ll go easy on you out there.”

“I’d be fucking pissed if you did,” Wolfe says.

We head back to the locker room to brief Anthony instead of heading out to the ice.

My father is removed and suspended. Watching my father ejected from a second place in so many months is a surreal experience. The game has been postponed so they can retest both the Monsters and us. It’ll be a couple of hours, since blood doping requires a hematologist to look at all the blood profiles.

So, we are left holding, waiting around the arena until they clear everyone.

I find Anthony reviewing tapes alone. I knock on the doorframe. “How do you feel?”

“I’m still processing,” he says. “How are you?”

I take a seat next to him, making sure I’m not too close. We don’t need to give the organization a reason to investigate Anthony with how pissed they are about this going down right before a highly televised game.

“Shocked. Still processing, but ready to get out there.”

“It shouldn’t be that much longer.” He leans back, looking over at me. The longing in his eyes tell me he misses me.

I love being able to read him like this. “I miss you too.”

His lips twist into a smile that’s so natural for him now. “We’ll be back in our bed tomorrow.” His voice is low and radiates through me.

“I know. I can’t wait.” We started maintaining stricter boundaries with hotels and team spaces, much to both our displeasure. “It sucks to not be able to fuck you for three days.”

“Tell me about it. I’ve been hard all day, and it won’t go down even jacking off.”

I drop my gaze to his groin. “Is that so?”

“If I have to suffer, you should have to too knowing about it.” The bastard is smug.

I lean in, dropping my voice low so it barely caresses his skin. “Will you fuck me raw?”

“Raw? Like without a condom?” It works through his brain almost in slow motion as I watch.

“Yes, I want to feel all of you.”

He groans and closes his eyes for a moment.

“Is that a yes?”

He opens his eyes, pupils dilated. “If you win.”

“You’ve gotten too powerful.”

“Don’t like a taste of your own medicine?”

“Will you make me crawl again?”

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