Page 133 of Pinch
That seems to break the ice.
She steps forward, lifting her left hand. “I got something way better than a pageant crown.”
“Oh…” He seems surprised when he inspects the ring. “I guess this means I was wrong about him.”
“One of the most important things we can do is admit when we’re wrong. And apologize.”
He seems to be turning this over in his mind. His jaw works, and he puts his hands on his hips. Finally, he seems to make a decision.
“I’m sorry, Hayden.” Then he looks at me. “I was wrong about your intentions. I hope you’re both very happy.”
Neither of us speaks until we’re on the other side of the door. Then as soon as it closes, we fall back against it quietly laughing.
“Damn, Princess, you put that boy in his place.”
She shakes her dark head. “I’ve had enough of his condescending attitude. He needed to apologize to you.”
“I wasn’t sweating it.” I shift the box onto my hip as we walk down the hall. “But who knew a guy like that could be doing such good work? You should’ve warned me.”
“I don’t know.” She holds the door for me. “I guess it’s some form of redemption.”
I glance back, muttering under my breath. “Never judge a dude by his fanny pack.”
The time has come,and I’m finally off the damn bench.
I got back to lifting weights and skating and jogging and doing all my usual training as soon as I could after the accident so I wouldn’t lose any ground. Still, I can tell I’ve been injured and away when I’m on the ice. My reflexes are a little slow, and I’m not as quick to steal the puck.
It’s frustrating, but Donovan is there with the pep talk. “A few more games, and you’ll be back on top.”
The bruise above my eyebrow went from blackish purple to bluish purple to greenish purple to yellow before finally fading away. Now all that’s left is a scar, which Haddy says is hot.
Sometimes when she’s straddling my lap, riding my cock, she traces her lips over it while I’m sucking her breasts, and I like having a bit of an edge.
Mav sends the puck my way, and I quickly get my head back in the game. I pass it to Saxon when the sharp tweet of a whistle interrupts our practice.
“Get over here and meet your newest teammate,” Coach yells at us in his deep, growly voice.
The three of us exchange a look before skating over to where a tallish guy with light brown hair stands waiting to meet the team. He’s six-two, and he’s got a friendly, yet cautious expression.
It’s a good sign. The Champions are a close-knit team, so the last thing we want is an ego to show up on the roster.
“This is Owen Stone. He was called up from the South Carolina Stingers. He’s one of the best forwards in the minor leagues, and I expect you all to get him up to speed.”
“Good to meet you, Owen,” Don is the first one to skate forward and shake his hand. “Welcome to the big time.”
Owen exhales a laugh, and Mav glances at me. I’m pretty sure we’re thinking the same thing. North Carolina, South Carolina, Alabama. We’ve probably got a lot in common,and not just moving from one side of the country to the other.
“Owen?” Mav skates up to him. “I’m Maverick Murphy, right winger. This is Gavin Knight, defense. How’s it going?”
He shakes Mav’s hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ve heard of Gav and Mav… Or Mav and Gav…”
I can feel his consternation, and I reach out to slap the top of his shoulder. “Either way is fine.”
“It’s Mav and Gav.” Mav’s tone is flat, and I can’t help a chuckle.
He’s such an only child.
“Where are you staying?” Mav asks.
