I’m blocking all of you
GlowStick
You wouldn’t
Kane
I might
Harry
Sunday, 11pm
Kane
I’ll be there. God help me
I shake my head as Jagger locks his phone with a satisfied grin. Frowning at him as I say, “She’s going to get us all killed. There is no way her brothers won’t find out about this.”
“Probably,” Knox agrees. “Jagger can’t keep his mouth shut.”
“But what a way to go down in hockey history! Murdered by our rivals on the ice.” Jagger whisper-shouts that last bit for dramatic effect as he waggles his eyebrows.
I have a feeling that if she finds out it’s us, Leila might just be the one doing the murdering. Our game against Stormhaven isn’t for a few weeks, so let’s just hope we can at the very least walk away with the win.
Training fucking sucked today. Coach is riding our asses hard knowing our game against Stormhaven is coming up. They beat us in the preseason game, and he won’t settle for anything less than a win the next time we meet.
I don’t wait for Knox and Jagger, and I hear them talking about dinner as I walk away. I need a shower and silence, a minute to get my head on straight. Reaching my room, I push closed my door, and I’ve barely stripped my shirt off before I hear it creak open again behind me. I don’t turn around, but just snap, “You forget how knocking works?”
The door slams shut, then I’m shoved hard. My back hits the wall with a thud, the force knocking the air from my lungs for a second before a familiar palm wraps around my throat.
Knox.
“Fucking hell,” I rasp as I meet his eyes.
“Did you forget who owns your ass?”
He pulls me forward then slams me harder into the wall, his hand still on my throat, the other working to pull my pants open.
“If I remember right, you were on your knees for me this morning.”
“That’s because I love the taste of your cock.” Knox’s grip tightens, and his gaze drops to my lips.
“Just as much as I love yours,” I reply.
“As much as I love you, right now I want to break you.”
I laugh. “Do your worst. You know I love it rough.”
The next second, he spins me, pushing my chest to the wall and shoving my pants down. My cheek presses hard against the plaster as he kicks my legs apart and slaps my ass, once, then again.
Another slap. Harder.
“Count it.”
“Fuck! Okay, one.”
The next comes faster. “Two.”
