Page 7 of UnWholly Angels
Launching toward him, I took a quick turn to psych him out and make him think my mind was on the game. In reality, I just wanted to mess with his head and gain enough momentum before going after him. The crowd roared, and a few pounded against the glass, already knowing what happened when anyone messed with my team.
The pure force I used to bodycheck him into the boards caused my own helmet to crack down the right side, eliciting a slight twinge of pain, but I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. My gloves came off, and my heart raced as I fisted his jersey, laying into him. Getting in a few good hits himself, I tasted copper as my lip split, and before I knew it, we were on the ice, fists flying everywhere. When the referee yelled for the box, I grinned wickedly, wiping away the blood from my chin and spitting in Brunner’s direction.
Fine with me.
I just shrugged my shoulders, acting stupid about the premeditated incident. While it was worth it, I hated the box; it made me feel claustrophobic and trapped. Memories of thegroup home flitted through my head, and I pushed them behind the door they belonged in. Dipping my head in my hands, I heaved a few ragged breaths to try and calm myself. My leg shook uncontrollably, and I just wanted to be back out on the ice, to be free.
A high-pitched whistle cut through the glass, and my head rose from between my legs, slowly turning to the noise.
Holy shit.
Cam Girl was here, in person, and sitting with Chloe? It took a few seconds to believe what I was seeing. How the hell did she know Chloe? Why was she here? Clenching my jaw, I tried calming the erection forming under my layers at the sight of her. Now wasnotthe time to lose focus.
“You know,” she yelled, “if you stopped leaving so many open opportunities and tried to shoot, you may get a goal or two!”
My molars ground down to the enamel as I listened to her words. I was already pissed off and decided against replying back. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. Plus, I scored a goal like thirty minutes ago, so her logic was flawed.
“Cat got your tongue, Kingston? If you put as much energy out on the ice as you do into fighting, we wouldn’t always be a man down.”
Rising from my spot quickly, I pounded right back on the glass and narrowed my eyes at her. “Shut the fuck up and sit down, before I fuck you with the blade of my stick in front of all these people.” Her hair fell over her shoulders in waves, and I wanted nothing more than to fist it and guide her mouth over my cock.
Surprisingly, she listened. Her plump lips hid a sinful smirk as she returned her attention to the game, attempting terribly to hide her flushed cheeks.
I peered at her over my shoulder and winked before making my way back onto the ice, and just barely noticed her bottom lip was tucked between her lips. It didn't matter how much I wouldhave to bid on Cam Girl. I would win and fuck that smart mouth so hard, she’d think twice before ever talking to me like that again.
I hope you're ready for Angel Kingston, pretty girl, because you’re about to get ruined beyond measure.
God, you’re going to love it so much.
Maya
Pride swelled within me at the win tonight. There was nothing like getting to witness my brother-in-law score the game-winning goal, in a shootout, no less.
“Congrats. Seeing you in action never gets old,” I congratulated Nick. He wrapped me in his embrace, but I knew he wanted to get Chloe and the kids home. Plus, it was cold, and goosebumps formed along my arms.
“Thank you, always a team effort though,” he huffed.
On the way out, we plowed through the endless fans, stopping once in a while so he could sign a few autographs. Chloe was protective of Nick and could sense his depleting energy by the way he engaged with the fans. His hand scribbled lazily over the objects, and his chest rose and fell slowly, fighting the sleep he so desperately needed. His hand rubbed over his face, and heheld in a yawn to take a group picture. I swear, if he didn’t have my sister, he would crash and burn. At least the team would get some downtime before going on the road.
The price of fame, I guess.
As we passed by the entrance to the locker room, a shoulder knocked mine, almost launching me face-first into the ground as one of the players hurried out of the arena. “Hey!” I shouted in surprise. Fans outstretched their hands, but he didn’t bother to stop and sign anything or take pictures with anyone. Tunnel vision entered my line of sight as I zeroed in on the mystery man, determined to figure out what the hell his problem was.
At least sign a couple of jerseys or something.
My sneakers squeaked and scuffed up the floors as I barreled through the door of the arena, trying to catch up with him. I wasn't sure if he could hear me screaming for him among the throngs of fans, although, ‘hey you’ was pretty vague, considering the amount of people between us.
Finally, he stopped on the third level of the parking garage, and I huffed, trying to push the air into my lungs. His car seemed to match his god-awful personality: sleek, black, and cold to the touch. He didn’t even acknowledge me as he dropped his bag at the back of the car. Slamming my hand down on the hood, I winced inwardly, the cold sending a quick ripple of pain through my arm.
“You have some nerves, you know? Practically shoving past me to get back to your fancy house, in your fancy car,” I seethed. “I want an apology.” The cold air billowed around me, the heat radiating from my open mouth causing a sedentary fog. When he still refused to answer me, I shouted, “Hey, I’m talking to you!”
As the trunk of the car popped open, a deep laugh echoed through the parking garage. The tone was low and menacing, and as his body leaned around the car, I finally realized who had bumped into me.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
Backing away slowly, I looked over my shoulder to see how far we were from the stairwell. Riley left the trunk open and stared at me intensely, taking two steps forward.
“Who are you to talk to me like that?” he questioned. I swallowed hard, trying to decide what to say, but he beat me to it. “What makes you think I should apologize to someone who was in my way?” For every step back I took, he advanced, until we were chest to chest.
