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“I am so damn lucky,” I stammer, shocked at the words that just came out of her mouth and turn to go to the locker room.

“Hey, Captain, I hope you remember that your cum was dripping out of my pussy when you read the article about the team.”

I chuckle a little. This girl is kinky, eccentric, and all mine.

But no more play for today. She doesn’t interrupt me in the shower—not with her deadlines and the distraction I already created. Once I’m out of the shower, I find she’s still writing on her laptop.

“Walk me home?” she asks. “I’d love for you to stay over tonight . . .”

“But you have a lot to do, and I have an away game early tomorrow,” I finish. “I’m not going anywhere. Laur. We have all the time for all the things.”

She smiles her famous Bellinger smile, and there’s a twinkle and hint of mischief in her bright baby blues.

“I can’t wait to look at the opposing teams sitting on this bench all season. Knowing they are about to get pounded but not in the best way possible like I just was,” her eyes go wide as she clamps her hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

I let out a laugh and grab her hand, walking to the arena exit. “God, you are perfect, Lauren. I love you.”

“I love you too, Captain Boyfriend.”

That is definitely my favorite Captain “whatever” to be.

Chapter thirty-eight

Lucas

Without Liam and Mitchell and without our second line forward who’s out on injury, we lose our away game. I have a feeling we will be losing the next three games too. Laur reminds me that she has Nick’s notebook if I want to take a look at it. I eagerly agree to swing by to pick it up.

I text her when I’m on her front porch. She opens the door within seconds, and her lips are pressed against mine. I take her face in my hands and mutter ‘Hi’ against her lips, before kissing her again. Each kiss seems to chip at the weight on my shoulders that quickly appeared with the stress of the next few games.

“I might have missed you a little,” she whispers as she pulls away.

“I missed you. It’s going to be a long next few weeks.”

“I know. I just got the Wyverns article back to edit this morning; I have a little bit of time to submit the article about Nick, create a mock PR plan for class, do some website updates and social media posts, announce some new contests . . .” she drifts off thinking about the long list.

“At least we are both chasing our dreams,” I say pulling her into me. If I had my way, I would never let her go.

“Chasing our dreams together but apart,” Laur replies. “I haven’t read much more on the other teams. I haven’t taken a look at what it says about East. I don’t want to know.”

I nod my understanding as she hands me Nick’s notebook.

“I have something for you too.”

I hand her a sealed envelope and a lumpy brown package. Both have DO NOT OPEN UNTIL JAN 27th scrawled across them in sloppy handwriting.

“What’s this?” she asks curiously.

A cheeky grin spreads across my face. “Looks like you’ll find out on the 27th. I’ve got to get to the gym.”

I press my lips against her temple saying goodbye but wishing I didn’t have to.

The second game without Liam or Blaine we lose by one. It’s not as bad as the first game where we lost 3-0.

Game three without Liam and Mitchell, we somehow pulled off a win in overtime. I wish I could down beers to celebrate and relieve some stress, but we aren’t out of the woods yet. There’s still one more game left without Liam and two more without Mitchell.

The knots in my stomach tighten with each breath I take. My heart races with anxiety knowing the next game is against East. West Michigan and East Michigan have always had a big rivalry. They made it to the Frozen Four last year, but the Wyverns did not. We already have a 0-1 record against them this season.

I get to the arena early on game day. I don’t want to have to see that fuckhead Kovek before we are on the ice. I’m about an hour earlier than everyone else. Putting my headphones in, I pace up and down the locker room, then start to punch the air. Right jab, left jab, cross. Left jab, right jab, cross. Doing this little boxing combo is helping to work my nerves out. I have never felt this uneasy before any game.

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