“Allison’s a gorgeous woman.” Fitz says slowly. I narrow my eyes not sure where this is going but daring it to be in the wrong direction. “Just so you know… TJ was possessive as hell. Even when he was being a scumbag on our away travels. Ronan told her as soon as he suspected something was going on, of course. Keep in mind, she left him. Not the other way around. From where I’m standing, it doesn’t seem like he’s ready to let go. Be careful.”
I give a nod. He taps my shin lightly with this stick and returns to the drill.
I go back to my laps.
Later, Coach has us setting up in a scrimmage. Thankfully, Fitz is my pair. He’s been on fire lately. I need to ask him if he tweaked his routine or diet. Whatever he’s doing is working for him, that’s for sure.
He’s fast and focused on the ice. I, on the other hand, have to deal with TJ chirping me every possible second. He’s trying to sneak in dirty hits and tricks.
I’m relentless though. It pisses him off he can’t get the puck from me, and he’s doing a piss poor job of guarding me.
“And that’s why you’re on second line.” I finally give in to the shit talk.
“Yea, well seems backwards since you’re the one enjoying my sloppy seconds.” TJ tries to goad me.
“Come on, man. You can do better than that. Even your trash talk needs tuning up.” I shake my head like I'm disappointed in him.
Ronan chuckles from the net.
“What’s wrong, Bridges? You don’t like that I had her first? You’re welcome, by the way.” He smiles.
I roll my eyes.
“For?” I don’t care but I play along because the guy obviously needs a little help.
“Getting her nice and loose for you.” TJ sounds like a scumbag as he gets a faraway look in his eye and bites his lip. Like he’s reminiscing.
Playing back memories.
OfmyAlli.
I clench my fists but work hard to play it cool. I have to get a long-term contract with this team. Getting goaded into fights and losing my position isn’t going to provide for my kid. She isn’t mine… not yet anyway.
So instead, I slide that easy mask back into place.
“Loose? Are we talking about the same woman? CausemyAlli?” I bite my fist and groan. “Her pussy grips like a vice.”
“Shut the fuck up.” TJ growls with jealousy, shoving me against the boards as the puck is in play.
“No, no, no. You brought it up. Let’s talk about how your dick must be smaller than my pinky if you think that’s loose.” I grin and wiggle my pinky at him. I’m talking low enough that our teammates can’t hear me spouting this shit. I just want TJ to throw the first punch so we can be done with it. “I mean for fucks sake, I could barely get two fingers in. You mustreallyregret losing her. Don’t worry, little guy. I’ll takegoodcare of her.”
“You motherfu—“We get separated by Fitz and Ripley before TJ can make a move. I wink at him.
“Watch your fucking back, Bridges.” He hollers as they drag him backwards.
“Jesus, Texas. Why the hell are you chirping him so hard?” Ripley asks me with a side eye.
“He’s the one that’s got a problem, I’m just trying to draw it out somewhere appropriate.” I say dropping into the bench next to him. I squirt water in my mouth.
Quade drops onto the bench next to me. He picks up a water bottle and does the same.
“Okay, that was definitely mine that time.” Ripley says and snatches it out of his hands.
“What’s wrong with me borrowing some water? I’m waterfalling!” Quade whines. He probably left his again. Poor kid would lose his head if it wasn’t attached to him.
“Because I know where your nasty ass mouth has been.” Jordan quips back, making a show of wiping his water bottle.
“Oh my God. You’re so dramatic.” Quade rolls his eyes.
