I win the face-off, sending it back to Zach. BC's center tries to chase, but Zach sends it cross ice to Ryan, who doesn't hesitate—just hammers it up the boards to Jenkins.
Ryan’s a different animal tonight, finishing every check, moving the puck clean, no second-guessing. Just pure confidence.
Like last night—at the beginning.
The way he came out of the bathroom in those briefs. Fuck they were more like sexy panties. Ones I ripped because I needed to get to his dick.
Then my goddamn husband fucked my face. It was my first time sucking dick, and he was too big, too thick for me to take deep. Though fuck, I wanted to.
He also ate my ass.
Never thought I'd want someone's tongue there. But fuck, the way he spread me open and devoured me—my dick's getting hard just remembering it.
Later, though, in the bathroom . . . different story. He guided my hand to his chest, wanted me to clean him. He was doing okay until he wasn't. I had to stop before he fully panicked.
Pisses me off that I don’t know how to fix it, don’t know how to make him feel better.
The whistle blows, pulling my attention back to the game. Offside. Jenkins was too eager and crossed the blue line before the puck.
Coach signals for a change. We all skate to the bench, hopping over the boards as the second line takes over.
Jenkins slides down next to me, still breathing hard from the shift. “Henneman's actually playing like he belongs out there. About time.”
About time?
Guess this motherfucker wants me to punch his face in again. I grab my water bottle, squirting some water into my mouth. Farther down the bench, Ryan leans forward, tracking the puck, completely locked in. Zach’s beside him, doing the same.
Jenkins groans. “Their goalie is seeing everything tonight. Gonna need traffic in front if we want to win.”
The second line is struggling to get anything going. BC's clogging up the neutral zone, not giving them any space. They dump it in, but BC's defense recovers quickly, starting their breakout.
“Get back!” Nieminen shouts from behind us.
The guys backcheck hard, but BC's moving the puck well. They get a shot off, but Viktor stones them with his blocker, directing the rebound to the corner. One of BC’s wingers regains possession and cycles it back to the blue line. Their defenseman takes a slapshot. The puck hits off the top of the bar and sails into the safety netting.
Fuck.
We need to get the puck out of our zone.
Third line goes out, Ryan and Zach too. Our luck’s still shit. But Ryan wins a puck battle in the corner. Yet their goalie covers when we take a shot. “Still can't buy a fucking goal.”
Fourth line takes a short shift, barely forty seconds. They grind in the corner, but nothing comes of it.
Our line’s back up. Finally. I vault over the boards with Jenkins. Zach and Ryan are out with us. Time to break this fucking game open.
We cycle in their zone, working the puck around. Jenkins has it behind the net, looking for an opening. I drift to the slot, stick on the ice. The pass comes perfectly. I one-time it five hole.
Goal light flashes red.
2-0 Titans.
I skate past BC’s bench on my way back to ours. “Tell your goalie to try closing his legs next time.”
Their captain lunges but gets held back by teammates. I just smirk and keep skating.
But the goal high doesn’t land. Not like it used to.
What does?
