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Coach tells me to run drills while he pulls Eli aside for a private chat. Which is annoying. Not because I care what they’re talking about but because now I have to be the responsible one and make sure these dumbasses don’t slack off.

“Alright, boys, let’s get moving,” I call out, grabbing a puck with my stick and flicking it toward center ice. “Line drills. Finn, Declan, you’re up first.”

Finn groans. “Why us?”

“Because I said so.”

“Fucking dictatorship out here,” he mutters, but he skates to position anyway.

Eli and Coach are still talking near the bench. Whatever it is, it’s serious. Coach has that look. The one where he’s trying not to be pissed but failing miserably. Eli? Stone-faced. Like he doesn’t give a shit.

They come back after a few minutes, and I don’t waste time.

“What was that about?” I ask Eli the second he’s close enough.

“Nothing.”

I scoff. “Bullshit. Coach doesn’t drag you for a nothing talk.”

Eli doesn’t even glance at me as he picks up his stick. “We’ll talk after practice.”

Which means it’s not good. Great.

We get through the rest of practice with minimal disasters, except for Ryan crashing into the boards like a jackass, but the second we hit the locker room, I corner Eli.

“Talk.”

He sighs, yanking off his jersey. “Coach knows I brought Sienna home late.”

I freeze for half a second before shaking my head. “No fucking way. He’s tracking her now?”

“He just asked what was going on,” Eli says, shoving his skates into his bag. “Wants to make sure I don’t ‘distract’ her from school or some shit.”

I snort. “He’s a protective father, huh.”

He flexes his arm a little, rolling his shoulder.

I narrow my eyes. “You good?”

“Sore.”

“Then get checked out by Jade.”

Eli shrugs. “Why? We’re benched. Fucking mascots for the next game.”

“Not for long.” Knowing I’m going to convince Coach to let me play. “And? You planning on sitting out the whole season?”

He doesn’t answer. Which means he knows I’m right.

I grab my bag. “Just get checked, dumbass. Jade is one of the best physiotherapists on campus. She will have you sorted asap.”

“Fine. But I’m waiting for Sienna first.”

That perks me right up. “She is coming here?”

“We have something to do. Why?”

I stare at him. Is he being fucking protective or what’s ours too? “Alright.”

He looks at me. “If you’re gonna be involved, at least get checked too.”

I blink. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Means if you want to keep putting your dick in what’s mine, you’re going to listen to my rules.”

“What’s yours?” I counter. “She’s ours.”

He steps to me. “It’s not your name tattooed on her, is it?”

I laugh as his phone rings. When he looks at the screen, so do I. It’s her.

He answers it, staying right where he is. He glares at me like I’m the enemy.

“Hey, I’m at the library now,” she says, and I smirk.

Eli says, “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

He ends the call, meeting my gaze head on.

“I’ll get her,” I offer.

He scoffs, but I stop him by patting his shoulder.

“If she thinks she’s yours–”

“She is,” he says like he’s sure.

I sigh. “I can get checked.”

Eli glances around the locker room. “It’s for her.”

“I’ll get her, E. She can tell me to my fucking face, otherwise, she’s our little puck bunny.” I storm off, leaving him standing there. He doesn’t say another word.

Freshly showered, I head to the library, still damp in places, my hoodie clinging to my skin. The whole place smells like old books and overpriced lattes, but I ignore all that the second I spot her.

My puck bunny is sitting near the window, head thrown back, lips slightly parted as she sips on a Diet Coke. Headphones in. Eyes closed. Completely lost in whatever she’s listening to. I don’t even think she notices the way her mouth wraps around the straw.

Fucking hell.

I take my time studying her. Pretty lips, soft skin. My mind drags me straight to last night — her under me, squirming, moaning my name. My cock twitches at the memory. I could make her sound like that again right now.

I walk up, lean in. “You always this fuckin’ pretty, or is it just when you’ve been thoroughly fucked?”

She chokes on her drink, eyes flying open, face going scarlet. “Caleb—”

“Yeah, baby?”

Her eyes narrow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I smirk, dropping into the seat across from her, stretching out. “How are you, bunny? You sore?” I glance at her thighs, then back up to her eyes, my voice dropping lower. “Aching?”

Her throat moves as she swallows. I watch every second of it.

“Jesus, you’re insufferable,” she mutters, standing too fast, like she needs to escape.

I grin. “Eli’s probably already back in the locker room. Let’s go.”

She walks ahead of me, but not before I catch the way her breath hitches when my hand brushes the small of her back.

The locker room is quiet, empty except for the lingering scent of soap and sweat.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Sienna says, arms crossed. “What if someone sees me? My dad is still around. What if—”

Her words cut off as I step closer, eyes locked on hers. She’s still thinking about what I said earlier. I know it.

“You felt so fucking good, Sie,” I murmur, voice rough. “Bet that cunt is still tight.”

She makes a sound low in her throat, eyes flicking to my lips. I reach up, brush my thumb over her bottom one. She drags her tongue over the pad of it, and my cock twitches.

“Careful, bunny,” I warn.

She surprises me right back, grabbing the front of my hoodie and pulling me down until our mouths crash together.

“Still don’t like you,” she whispers against my lips.

“Liar.”

The kiss turns explosive. Her hands thread into my hair, yanking me closer. I back her up against the lockers, pressing into her, letting her feel how hard I am. She gasps, and I swallow the sound. This is all the answer I need right fucking here.

We collapse onto one of the benches, my hand pushing up her skirt. She’s already wet. Fucking perfect. I groan against her mouth, fingers sliding under the fabric, teasing.

“You got the prettiest pussy, you know that?” I murmur against her skin.

She whimpers, arching into me.

My cock is aching, demanding more. I grip her hips, pressing her down against me, grinding slow. She makes this desperate little sound, and I’m ready to lose my fucking mind.

Then—

“Goddamn it,” a voice snaps.

I freeze. Sienna goes rigid. We both turn at the same time.

Eli stands in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes flicking between us.

Sienna buries her head in my shoulder, half laughing, half mortified.

Me? I just stare at him as he watches how she can’t fucking deny me.

Eli’s voice cuts through the thick, charged air. “You have an appointment, Sie.”

Sienna shakes her head, eyes dark, lips parted. “I know.”

His gaze flicks to me, then back to her. “Do you want to fuck him?”

Her thighs clench. I see the way she swallows, how her breath stutters. My dick flexes in my pants at her reaction. I grin, licking my lips. Point for fucking Caleb McCabe. I glare at Eli, wondering what he’s going to do next.

“It’d be a little weird walking out of here with his come sliding down your thighs, Sie,” Eli murmurs, stepping closer. “But it’d help with lube, right? With the gynecologist. Yeah?”

I lick my lips again, watching her.

Sienna shifts, and her body slides over my cock a little, heat seeping through the thin fabric between us. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it, how she’s rolling her hips just slightly, seeking friction.

I grit my teeth, hands locking on her waist.

Eli steps closer, his gaze locked on hers. Then he does something I don’t expect. He kisses her.

It’s slow, deep. The kind of kiss that steals air. And when he pulls back, Sienna looks wrecked.

Eli turns, walks to the door, flicks the lock with a sharp click. Then he glances back, eyes unreadable.

“Caleb,” he says, voice steady. “Why don’t you give our girl what she needs?”

Sienna’s breath shudders out. Her gaze is glazed over, body pliant. I grip her chin, tilting her face to mine.

“Ready?” I murmur.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I kiss her, slow at first, then harder. She tastes like something sweet, like trouble I want to sink my teeth into.

My hands move to my waistband, pulling my dick out. Her eyes flick down, tracking my movements.

Her fingers tremble just slightly as she pushes her panties to the side. The fabric is soaked.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I run my fingers over her, dragging them through the slickness, watching the way she jerks, her thighs tightening around me.

“Jesus, Caleb,” she breathes.

I smirk, pressing my thumb against her clit, watching her shudder.

Then I pull back just enough to let her see. My piercing glistens under the dim locker room light.

Eli makes a low noise. “Didn’t notice that before.”

I glance at him, smirking. “Took it off for a while. Brought it back.”

His gaze flicks to Sienna. “You okay?”

She moans, not even forming words at this point.

I grip her hips, adjusting, and Eli steps in, lifting her skirt, holding it up, out of the way.

Sienna gasps as I push inside, sliding slow, inch by inch, until I’m buried deep in her tight, wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, hands tightening on her waist.

Fuck, she feels perfect. Just right.

She grips my shoulders, nails digging in. “Caleb—”

I thrust up, hard, and she cries out. It echoes in this locker room, so I grin wickedly. I need to hear her again. I slam in and out of her until she starts cussing out my name. Her head rolls back in pure ecstasy.

She’s wrecked. Perfect. Every little moan, every sharp gasp. But now she’s getting too loud, and I slap a hand over her mouth, pressing her against me.

“Quiet,” I warn, voice rough. “Or your dad’s gonna walk in and find you getting fucked by two of his players.”

Her whole body clenches, and fuck, she just got wetter.

Eli swears under his breath. I feel his eyes on us, watching, hungry.

I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I drive into her, watching the way she comes undone, pounding into her, giving her exactly what she needs.