I was hooked.
I was stolen for the rest of the night.
My mind wanted one thing.
Her.
She had my attention, and no one would steal me away.
No one would stop me.
Because in all honesty, I’ve had my eye on her for a while, ever since I met her two years before.
And that night . . . it was my chance. All excuses, all restrictions, they were tossed to the curb as I laid down the best tool at my disposal to get her to talk to me: it was my birthday.
And fuck, did we have a night. I can still remember the way her dress slid off her body as I held her in my arms. I can still vividly recollect that her lips tasted of lime and danger. And I can still smell her intoxicating perfume floating around me as I drove into her, one pulse after the other until we both came at the same time.Multiple times.
It was one of the best nights of my entire life.
But it had to end because we agreed it would be a one-night thing. So that morning, she slipped away undetected, and we both went back to our daily routine. Eat, sleep, and breathe hockey.
Was it the best birthday present I could ask for?
Absolutely.
Did she fulfill my every goddamn fantasy?
More than I could ever have imagined.
And if she came up to me and asked for more, would I oblige?
I would be hard pressed to say no.
Unfortunately, this isn’t a fairy-tale story of how my one-night stand turned into a romance for the ages, though.
Nope, that would be far too easy. This story, well . . . it exposes me as the man that I am. The man I feel to my very core. This is the story of how I wear the title “Ultimate Fuckup,” because not only did I accidentally get the girl in the hot pink dress pregnant . . .
But I broke bro code.
Because the girl in the hot pink dress is the sister of my teammate...and best friend.
ChapterOne
PENNY
TikTok Question:If you had a daughter or sister, which one of your teammates would you want her to stay away from?
Silas Taters:Ah, Hornsby for sure.
Halsey Holmes:Hornsby.
Levi Posey:Is that even a question? Hornsby.
Eli Hornsby:Are the guys saying me? Of course they are. *shakes head* Honestly, I’d probably say myself as well. Me or Taters.
Silas Taters:Hornsby said me? That fucker. Too much of a dick bag to say himself.
Pacey Lawes:Who do I want my sister to stay away from? All of them. They’re all idiots. They know they’re not allowed anywhere near her. But if I had to pick one person in particular? That’s easy. It would be Hornsby. There is no way in hell I’d ever allow him to even look at her in that way. Ever. And he knows that.
