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All eyes turn to me. “Phil, the other girl, any good shots of her?”
“A couple.” He sits at the small table and opens his laptop.
“I knew it. He’s fucking around on her.” Gordy heads to the door.
I step in front of him. “You’re going to sit your ass in a chair and get your shit together. She doesn’t need you going all neanderthal and embarrassing her even more right now.
“You start a fight and if one or both of you are too injured to play and the team loses the chance at the cup, she’ll blame herself for costingyouyour dream.”
He looks up at me. “He cheated on my sister. He hurt her.”
“And he’ll pay. We will make sure of it. But for now, the situation is contained. We’d only embarrass her more. We will deal with him when the time is right.”
Phil clears his throat and turns the laptop toward us. “Does anyone recognize her?”
The others shake their heads.
I run a hand through my hair. “Before the season started the head coach of the Arctic Bears tried to recruit me.”
“What the hell,” Coach Nugent exclaims. “You never said a damn thing to me.”
“Because I wasn’t, and still am not interested. They wined and dined me. I went to a restaurant I’ve been wanting to try on their tab. I even met the owner, his wife, and his oldest daughter.” I point at the screen. “Sabrina White. Daddy wants that Stanley Cup at all costs.”
I hear the shower shut off and hold my hand up to silence the others. Crossing to the door, “Oakley, Coach, Phil, and your brother are here. Which bag do you need, the pink or the green?”
“Pink please.”
“Okay, I’m going to slip it inside the door. Stand back.” As I slide the door open and ease the rolling bag inside, I catch her reflection in the mirror and get a quick glimpse of ink decorating her thigh and hip. When did she do that? I think of my own ink covered body and immediately feel the need to explore hers.
Off limits. Your best friend’s sister. Too young.The all too familiar litany takes up in my brain. The same one I’ve played over and over since the first time I met her. She was a cute sassy tomboy in high school. College brought out the class and professionalism in her. Now she’s just beautiful and smart as a whip. Pride for her accomplishments fills my chest. Her beauty sends desire racing through me.
The sweet tilt of her full lips, the sparkle in her warm brown eyes. She’s a little slip of a thing compared to my hulking size.She doesn’t even come to my shoulders and my hockey gear weighs more than she does. Graceful, supple, sleek, she doesn’t even realize how sensually she moves. She turns me on, lights me up with need and longing. I want to pleasure her, make her purr just for me. Only for me.
My need to protect her is ever present. I know she can fight her own battles. But I don’t want her to have to. I want to be there to support her in all she wants to become, can become.
She’s too damn good for me. But I want her, have wanted her since the first time I saw her. I’ll do anything to get her through this. Backing away, I shut the door.
“What are the social media posts showing, Phil?” Coach asks.
“Mostly trying to show what Trevor was trying to cover with his towel and what you can see of the dark-haired woman’s body under the white T-shirt. The audio isn’t good. No one’s figured out how to clean it up yet. Do you remember what was said?”
“Yes. He dumped me for his new flavor of the month since I wasn’t around enough to keep his dick warm,” Oakley says from behind me.
CHAPTER 3
Oakley
I study their faces and hate the pity and sympathy I see.
Poor little Oakley, can’t keep a man.All through high school and college the popular girls would look at me andtsktskbecause I’m flat chested with no ass. Yeah, all the boys liked me. As one of the guys. I could talk sports and quote stats for most teams all night.
My twelve-year-old body never seemed to catch on that I was maturing. It’s why most of the Blades team like me, and none of their girlfriends or wives feel threatened when I’m with their men.
Hell, Trevor was only the second guy I’ve been with. Should have known he was just using me for free PR. I swallow the rejection. It’s more the embarrassment that hurts. Not my heart. He’s not what I wanted. Not who I want.
Coach looks at me, a gentle kindness fills his gaze. “He will be dealt with, Oakley. He should?—”
“He needs to be left alone. Treated like normal. Like none of you really know anything. The Buffalo Blades deserve to win this year. The team, the whole team, has worked hard for this the last two years. I don’t want him to take that away from you.”