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“You better make sure you eat your vegetables on Sunday night, Miller. What you saw today doesn’t touch my A game.” “I have no problem with that. I love to eat.”
“Pretty sure I wanted to bark when I saw her for the first time,”
“Besides, how hard can it be to play on an NHL team? Boys do it.”
clock it
It’s going to be hard to win if your hands are around my neck and cutting off my air supply.” “You’re not into that? I’m surprised.” “I might be. Want to find out?”
I’ve always considered myself a feminist, but there’s something so goddamn sexy about a man in a backwards hat that has me ready to drop to my knees for the patriarchy.
yuuuuup
“Do you think we should—” “Do it again?” Maverick finishes for me. “It could be considered research.” “You’re into science now?” “When it comes to your pussy, Red, I’m Bill-fucking-Nye.”
“Maybe my next tattoo will be the word mine on the back of my right hand.” His fingers dance up my neck and curl around my throat. “So you know who you belong to when you’re with me.”
“Sorry, Coach. It’s Hartwell. She’s not here,” I say, and the rink goes quiet. Grant freezes midway through his groin stretch. Liam lifts up his mask. Ethan pulls off his gloves, and Riley drops his stick. “What do you mean she’s not here?” Coach asks.
“Bad breakup?” “Something like that.” Maverick steps closer. He crowds my space, eyes holding mine. “Did he lay a finger on you?” “What?” Hudson asks from my left. “Who put a finger on her?” “Someone hurt Emmy?” Ethan pulls off his gloves. “Who the fuck was it?” “Hell, no. We ride at fucking dawn!” Grant yells,
I skate up next to them and shake off my gloves, grabbing Cole by the back of his jersey. “What the fuck?” he yells, and he stares at me with wild eyes. “What the fuck is your problem?” “You want a list?” I punch him square in the jaw, and his face whips to the side. “Let’s start with Emmy.”
Watching Maverick punch the ever-loving shit out of Cole was hot as hell, but the icing on the cake was when he was escorted off the ice. He looked back at me, bloodied and bruised, and smiled. Fucking smiled, and mouthed, I’d do it again.
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“Is this the part where I say I’ll never let go?” “Please don’t compare yourself to Leo. He was my childhood crush, and you’re not him.”
