More cheers.
Jett grinned, mostly because he was pleased with himself, but also because he wanted to piss her off. She didn’t have to know that his heart was palpitating, and he was two seconds away from vomiting on her expensive shoes.
She couldn’t push without turning the crowd against her, so Stephanie smiled forcefully and nodded. “Thank you, Jett.”
“No problem,” said Jett, his smile widening when he felt Harrison’s hand on him, directing him toward the locker room like an unruly child.
He thought he was in trouble, but as soon as they were out of view of the camera, Harrison leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“I fucking love you.”
The hammering of his heart sputtered into a slower tempo, and Jett melted against him. “I love you too, even if you’re a helicopter boyfriend.”
Harrison grumbled and shoved him into the room.
Harrison
The Sunbursts played well considering the circumstances, but they couldn’t beat the Barracudas by the end of third period. Florida scored two goals in the second period, and then shut them out in the third, winning with a 1-point lead.
There were two more scuffles on the ice, and Jett got thrown into the bin for a minor tripping penalty. By the time the clock ran out, everyone was exhausted.
Entering the locker room, you wouldn’t think the Sunbursts had lost. The guys were laughing and shouting, rehashing the plays and reenacting the fights excitedly like a bunch of kids. There was a lot of roughhousing and congratulatory smacks, mostly for Cote and Jett.
Niko, whose face was swollen and starting to bruise after his unfortunate encounter with a stick blade.
Jett, who had an awesome first game back, held his own against Campanelli despite the outward hatred being spewed at him.
Cote was rewarded MVP and got to take Fenwick home, in place of his broken tooth, according to Wolf.
And Jett—God, Harrison was so proud of him. When it was happening, he had been terrified for his sunshine boy. But he had looked that awful reporter in the eye and smiled, making it seem likeshewas the problem.
“Next time, you fucking kiss,” said Wolf, gesturing between him and Jett. “And I’m not talking little kisses on the cheek. I want tongue.”
Harrison could barely contain his laughter as he locked eyes with Jett, who had stopped mid-way through taking his gear off to stare at the German man.
“Just for clarification,” Jett drawled, grinning up at Wolf, who was towering over him. “Do you want me to kiss you or Killinger?”
“No, not—”
“Because I don’t mind giving you some lip action, Wolfy.”
“Ferret, that’s not—”
“You’re a handsome fella. It’s not like it would be a chore.”
“Fraser—” Wolf folded his arms, eyes narrowed on the golden, curly-haired minx. “Obviously I want you to kiss Killinger. I don’t know why you tease me about this when you are the one who started it.”
“It was one kiss and one game win,” said Harrison. “How does that make it a thing?”
Wolf’s intense gaze turned on him, and Harrison smirked. “I watch you like hawk, Killinger. When I see you two sneak kisses in the locker room, we win. I can ask Coach to show you the statistics if you need them.”
“How about we agree to kiss before every game if you stop watching us like a pervert?” Jett suggested, giving Wolf an overexuberant smile.
“Wolfy, leave them alone for Christ’s sake.” Bracken dragged the unruly defenceman back to his cubicle and scolded him until he started gearing down with the rest of them.
Jett stood and leaned into Harrison so he could say something without risking being overheard. “Should we remind him that we had thatkiss between first and second period or…?”
“Nope,” said Harrison. “I refuse to give him any more ammo to force us into doing shit before games. Next thing you know, we’ll be jerking each other off in the bathroom stalls before a match.”
