Page 116 of For the Boys
Bobal launched himself at Brent, landing a glancing blow to Brent’s temple, catching mostly helmet.
Brent drew his fist back and swung again, his fist meeting Bobal’s jaw.
Bobal looked at Brent and grinned maniacally. “I bet she’s great in bed. With that tight little body? She’s probably a freak.”
“So help me God, Bobal, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I will break every single one of your teeth off with my fist.”
“Maybe I should slide into her DMs,” Bobal said, skating around Brent, fists raised. “Tell her exactly what I’d like to do to her. I bet she’d come running.”
Brent had heard enough, and when Bobal’s weight shifted with his next attempt at punching Brent, he used his momentum against him, ducking out of the way and slamming his fist into the center of his face.
Bobal went down onto his back, blinking up at the bright lights of the arena as blood began to pour from his nose.
Trainers raced out onto the ice, and a ref grabbed Brent by the arm and dragged him to the box.
“Five minutes,” he announced. “Major.”
Brent grinned.Worth it.
After that excitement, the remainder of the game was uneventful. No other goals were scored, earning the Warriors a win and two points toward their NHL standing.
The team went out afterward to celebrate with beer and pizza at a restaurant downtown, so it was late when they made it back to the hotel, but Brent called Berkley anyway, needing to hear her voice after the altercation with Bobal.
“That might have been the most stressful game I’ve ever watched in my life,” Berkley said when she answered. “So many fucking penalties.”
Brent laughed. “Imagine how it felt to play it! The entire game felt like we were in a pot just waiting to boil over.”
“I can’t believe you almost knocked Bobal out. What was that all about? It looked like he was taunting you.”
“Just bullshit hockey player stuff,” he said. “It was retaliation for that hit on Grey last season.”
“Speaking of Grey,” Berkley said, her voice going quiet, “I know that goal is going to end up on SportsCenter. That pass was so sexy. If you were home right now, you’d be naked already.”
Brent’s dick twitched at her words, and he was grateful he was locked in his hotel room, alone. “You need me to make game-winning-goal-assisting passes to want to get me naked?” Brent asked, hand going to his lap.
“Definitely not. I always want to get you naked. Run my hands over those muscles, dig my fingers in your hair, bite your shoulder when you’re buried deep inside me…”
Brent’s mind flashed through his memories of all of their moments just like what she was describing. He hated himself for remembering Bobal’s words; his girlwasa freak in bed. “Berkley,” he rasped.
“Yes?” she asked sweetly.
“I would kill to be able to taste you right now.”
Berkley laughed, low and husky. “I think I need to go take a cold shower now.”
“I would kill to be able to shower with you right now.”
“Brent!” Berkley laughed louder, and Brent couldn’t help but join her.
When they both settled down, she said, “I hope we never grow out of this.”
“What?”
“Wanting to rip each other’s clothes off every second of every day,” she said.
“You and me both!” Brent said. “But you know that’s not all I want from our relationship, right? Like I’m not with you just for sex.”
“Oh, I know,” Berkley said. “You could get sex literally anywhere.”
