Page 13 of The Penalty

“Why did you stop me from pummeling the guy who fucked with you?” A few of the guys turn towards me, waiting for an answer.

What the hell do I tell them?

That he’s my kid brother’s bestie, so don’t hurt him? He jacked me off once and I’ve been craving his hands on me eversince? That might be oversharing. Mom did tell me to stop oversharing.

Hockey is a physical sport andeveryoneknows not to fuck with the goalie. He’s the only player that doesn’t do line changes and plays the entire game. There is exactly one back up on the bench in case the worst happens. The team protects the goalie like their lives depend on it, ‘cause it kind of does.

Instead of admitting something I shouldn’t, I go with the truth.

“It was an accident, not worth a major penalty, bro.” I shrug and lift my beer to my lips, hoping that it’s believable. Because if they break him, my brother may never speak to me again, which means he would definitely not touch my dick again.

Priorities.

“Uh, huh.” The tall winger eyes me for a second but goes back to talking to a girl with her tits out.

I don’t blame him. She’s fucking hot. What do the TikTok people say? Gyatt? Rizzin’? Ohio toilet rizz?

I don’t understand slang.

A man on the other side of the room moves, the dark blue of his shirt catching my attention and sending my heart rate spiking.

Rhys?

Nah. I’m sure he’s with his team after the game. There’s no reason for them to stay here.

I close out my tab at the bar and tell the boys I’m heading back to my dorm.

“What’s your deal, man?” Porter asks, following me outside. He’s probably my best friend on the team, but we aren’t tight. Shredder and Blondie come out too and stop with us. Great.

“It’s been a long day. I’m gonna crash.”

“You good? Is this one of your goalie things?” Blondie shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Sleep is for everyone, not just goalies.” I shake my head. What a dumbass.

Porter and Shredder chuckle. Not sure at what.

“Do you always call it an early night after a game? It’s only preseason, so we haven’t played with you before,” Shredder offers.

Oh…I guess that makes sense.

I shrug. “I dunno. Sometimes I stay out, no shots though. Only beer. And if I puke, we’re losing the next game.”

“Good to know.” Blondie smacks Shredders stomach. “We’re going to find some bunnies. Later.”

“Who has bunnies? I could want to cuddle a bunny. All tiny and soft and shit.” I look between them but no one answers me. “Well?”

They look between each other then back at me like I’m speaking a different language.

“What?”

“Who. Has. Bunnies?” I say slowly this time.

“We’re trying to get laid,” Shredder says.

“What?! You can’t fuck a bunny! They’re tiny! That’s animal cruelty!” What kind of monsters am I on a team with and why am I the only one who seems to have an issue with this?

Porter starts laughing and ends up bent over, leaning on his knees. Blondie starts laughing too, but Shredder is shaking his head at me.

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