Unrivaled (Hockey Ever After #3)

by Ashlyn Kane

It seemed like a solid plan until he was washing his hands at the Luxor bathroom sink and Max Lockhart came out of the stall behind him like a demon emerging from the bowels of hell.

Putting an effort into his appearance at 10 p.m.? In this economy? Pass. This was why God invented Grindr.

“Don’t call me bro when your hand’s on my dick.”

Fortunately Max had plenty of experience antagonizing men into doing what he wanted. Getting a guy to fuck you and slap your ass wasn’t all that different from getting one to crosscheck you and punch you in the face.

Okay, good, he was still alive. Max wanted to have sex with him again someday and he wasn’t into necrophilia.

“I don’t know! He’s a straight guy, boobs are boobs. They’re inherently wonderful.”

She made a gesture Max interpreted as These boobs, am I right?

But I’d be happy to park in your garage to save you from the same fate.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’m sure your teammates will appreciate the good mood all the extra vitamin D will put you in.”

“You should see this cable-knit scoop neck I bought. It is softer than a newborn puppy and I look like I belong in a Nespresso commercial.”

“You’re either in a porno or the first-ever lesbian triad Hallmark Christmas Special.”

Bro we could go on a date to Disneyland and no one would even notice. Ask me how I know. Then, a moment later, Ok my husband would notice but you get the point.

Farouk rolled up his shirtsleeve to show off a well-crafted image of Baby Yoda drinking a bubble tea.

“Fresh Fish!” he bellowed to the locker room. “Beware the Fish!” the rest of the team yelled back, stomping their feet. Oh God, Max had joined a cult.

We went to get milkshakes in the middle of the night and you were looking over your shoulder like the hockey rivalry police were going to come for you.”

“If you ask me if you should ditch the tie again, I’m going to rip it off you and stuff it in your mouth. Not even for sexy times.”

Hockey fans love a good narrative,