Page 13 of Mine (The Possession #3)

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Romeo

I parked my car outside of our practice rink, resting my forehead on the steering wheel, trying to psych myself out to get this practice over with. The last few games had been surprisingly good and we had managed to get our first win, but it wasn’t enough to get coach to pull these practices.

Riggs and I played well, we argued of course, but we managed to kind of pull it together with Webber and we finally scored three goals this last game. One for each of us. The win wasn’t enough to put me in a good mood, and definitely not after we kissed. It seemed we were both fine ignoring what happened, except my brain thought about the kiss at the worst possible moments and our first kiss made me realize that maybe I wanted to experiment.

I rubbed my face remembering the threesome with a cam girl I followed and some man who was also a fan of hers at the local sex club. My first threesome was the hottest moment of my sex life, but the second time we met blew my fucking mind. I grew brave and I gave into the hunger I had been feeling the first time we had sex. The guy was as big as me, with muscles that had my stomach clenching for a repeat.

I wasn’t as straight as I thought I was, which made dealing with Riggs even worse. In our last few practices, it was easy just to go through the motions, but after my little experiment, I knew my mind and body were going to be at war with each other.

“Come on, just get this over with,” I muttered to myself, getting my drinks and bag out of my car.

The November air had a bite to it as I walked to the rink. The real cold was about to settle in, and I couldn't wait. Winters in Colorado were always my favorite. They reminded me of when we would skate on the pond we had behind our home, right before we moved to Denver, when I was eight. I missed what we were before we moved here, but it had brought me one step closer to the big leagues and I couldn’t be mad at that.

Opening the door, I headed straight to the locker room, noticing I was alone and it was weird that I was here before Riggs. I undressed, getting my practice gear on when I heard him walking in. He dropped his bag onto the bench in front of his cubby. Risking a glance at him, he had a scowl that looked like he had already had a horrible morning.

Instead of waiting around for him, risking even more of his wrath, I headed out to the ice, skating around the rink to warm up. I started stretching when Riggs finally came out of the locker room. He did a few laps around before he started stretching, distracting me with his hips rolling. The movements were standard, but I was picturing him thrusting. I was so mesmerized by his movements that I ran into a cone I had just placed on the ice.

I tried to right myself before I made an ass of myself, but that wasn’t going to happen. Falling face first into the ice was not the way I wanted to start the day. I laid on the ice and started to contemplate faking a stomach bug. Throwing up never sounded so good.

“If you can’t even skate right, how do you expect to make goals?” Riggs sneered, skating past me.

Don’t respond. Don’t respond. Don’t respond.

“Like the four you missed last night?”

Fuck my life, why can’t I just keep my mouth shut?

“As opposed to the hundred you've missed and we aren’t even halfway through the season,” he growled.

“Like you're any better, we’ve scored?—”

Riggs pushed me against the wall.

“I don’t have trouble passing and receiving, at least I know my basics,” he snapped.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. “Look I know?—”

“Quit with the fucking excuses. Man up, and do fucking better,” he yelled.

I pushed him away from me before I did something I would regret, like hit him or even worse, fucking kiss him where anyone could see us. I obviously had horrible taste in men if this is who I was fucking attracted to.

“Can’t handle a little criticism?” he taunted, and I pushed him again harder.

He must have not been expecting it; he fell backwards giving me the room to skate away.

“It’s not a criticism if all you do is try and taunt me with how bad I've been playing,” I said, as my mask of indifference slid into place. “I know I haven’t been playing my best. I’m trying to work through it and all your berating isn’t helping, it’s fucking annoying and it’s stressing me out. So can we fucking start our drills instead of bickering?”

I skated away from him putting down the rest of the cones before I let my anger get the best of me. If we fought again and no one else was here, who knows how bad it was going to get. It was likely not going to stop and we didn’t need Coach giving us more punishments.

“Babying you isn’t working so what else am I supposed to do?” he asked, following me. “This might be my last year and I’m not going to let my chance of possibly getting a championship slip away just because a rookie can’t get his shit together.”

“God forbid it’s you fucking holding us back,” I said, putting a few pucks on the ice starting an easy drill.

Riggs kept speaking, but I ignored him until he started running the drills with me, talking smack any chance he got. One of our coaches showed up halfway through our drill, giving us more instruction. Before we knew it, an hour and a half had gone by and while our drills had gotten better, I was over the training and all I wanted was to go home.

It wasn’t just Riggs' words in my head, but my father’s, my brother’s and my uncle’s. It was all fucking with me, and I knew it was messing with my playing, but how could you silence years of criticism? My mind felt like it was going to explode until I noticed a familiar figure on the side of the ice.

Valencia stood there with her camera taking shots of us, and when she noticed my gaze she lowered her camera, waving at me. Coach Graves was talking to Riggs, and I skated to Valencia.

“Hey, what brings you here?” I stopped abruptly, hitting her with a little ice.

“Gosh, Ro, don’t get the curls wet! I just washed my hair, and these curls look amazing today,” she said, sliding a hand over her hair.

“You always look gorgeous, can’t imagine a little ice would do anything to make you less attractive,” I said with a smirk.

She narrowed her eyes towards me. “Laying it on thick today, aren’t we?”

“What? I’m always like this,” I said, feigning innocence.

“Sure, I see you talking to reporters, it’s that Gomez charm,” she said, as her cheeks grew pink.

“So, you think I’m charming?” I raised my brow. “Good to know.”

“No, you are definitely trouble,” she smirked. “Plus, your charms won’t work on me, can’t fuck a co-worker, it’s bad manners.”

“I don’t think we are co-workers,” I said, knowing she was right. “We are like work acquaintances.”

She laughed. “Sure, keep telling yourself that, Romeo. You’re just trouble, that’s what you are.”

“For you, I’ll always be trouble,” I said, leaning a little forward just to see what she would do.

She leaned a little closer till we were only a few inches apart, and for a split second, I thought she might be leaning in to kiss me. What would it be like to kiss her?

“See, trouble,” she said, pushing me back. “Go practice with your best friend.”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny,” I grumbled, skating away from her.

“Play nice, you guys played decently yesterday,” she said, taking my photo.

“Gomez!” Coach Graves yelled at me.

“Quit your flirting,” Riggs said, skating past me and it took everything in me not to trip him with my stick.

“Worried about competition?” I taunted.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growled.

“I’m sure Valencia doesn’t want some old man taking her out for the senior discounts and being in bed before nine.”

Riggs chuckled before covering it up with a scowl. A laugh made me look at Valencia who was shaking her head.

“Gomez, get your ass over here,” Coach snapped, and I made my way to him.

He gave me some pointers on where I was weak. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Riggs making Valencia laugh, igniting an inferno of jealousy. Why was he such a fucking thorn in my side?

Coach made us do a few drills that helped with my passing and slapshots. If Riggs wasn’t such a good player, I would have told him to fuck off, but undoubtedly, I was the weaker link and I had never been the weak link which irritated me.

“You are great during practices, and I think you guys are going to be great together, but it’s not unheard of for a rookie taking some time to get used to playing at this level,” the coach said, as we all picked up the cones, pucks and goalie.

“I don’t have time to let the rookie get used to the big leagues,” Riggs said, stopping in front of me.

“Why do you have to be such an ass?” I rolled my eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t have traded teams and stuck with your old one.”

“Guys, stop your bickering!” Coach yelled. “For fuck’s sake, this animosity is making us lose games. Now go fucking shower before I tell Coach Trevino to lock you in a room together until you get your shit worked out.”

“Fine,” I muttered, slid off the ice and walked to the locker rooms before Riggs so I could get the fuck out of here.

“I’m leaving, but you better behave yourself, don’t make me babysit you because you are grown fucking men!” he yelled as I heard Riggs following me.

Our skates on the floor was the only audible sound as we entered the locker room. I quickly took off my gear debating on whether I should just go home to shower, but it was awful to leave sweaty and sticky.

I stripped quickly, walking to the showers like I would with the team here. Riggs didn’t need to know how much our kiss bothered me or made me nervous to be in the showers naked with him. Blood rushed to my cock as I walked in. Fuck, why couldn’t my body just behave?

Thankfully the water was cold as hell, deflating my semi, and I washed up as quickly as possible. As soon as I heard Riggs in the showers, my mind wandered and so did my eyes. Goddamn him for being so good looking, for being such a fucking ass and for belittling me like my father.

I finished, turned off the water, took a deep breath, grabbed my towel and dried off quickly. He was still showering when I passed by and I held onto the anger that had been stewing, but of course, he had other plans.

“You sure talk a lot of shit for being a rookie,” he said, turning off his shower. “You think you have this whole hockey thing figured out, but think again. You can get traded in a heartbeat because someone better will come along.”

“Just because that happened to you doesn’t mean it will happen to me,” I snapped, looking at his face, keeping my eyes at an appropriate level. “Let me worry about myself and you can worry about getting your contract renewed because we both know you only have a few years at best.”

He laughed. It was dark and condescending.

“You won’t last in this sport, and you’ll be washed up before I am,” he said, wrapping himself in a towel. “I’m surprised they picked you up from the minors because you might have been hot shit there, but you’re just mediocre here. Soak up the fame while it lasts before you have to rely on daddy to put you back in the spotlight.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled losing my cool. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Oh, I know that your daddy played professional football, and you are riding on the coattails of his fame and connections,” he chuckled, as I walked away chanting, ‘Be the bigger person’.

“I couldn’t figure out why you had a spot on the team and on the starting line too.”

“You don’t know fucking shit, Riggs. The only reason you were given a contract was because you were well known and they needed the publicity,” I snarled, grabbing my underwear and putting them on. “You were a pity contract.”

“Fuck you,” he clipped. “You’re such an entitled brat, you haven’t earned being here and?—”

I turned around, walked to his locker and pushed him before he finished what he was about to say.

“You wouldn’t be so upset if you knew it wasn’t true.” He grinned, and I took a swing at him to wipe that fucking smirk off his face.

He dodged my punch, tackling me to the ground and the concrete floor hurt like hell when we landed. I punched his ribs making him let me go, but he was quicker than I expected and he punched me in the jaw. My vision swam when I barely dodged another punch using his momentum to roll us around until I was on top, rearing my hand back, punching him in the cheek.

My hand erupted in pain as he tried to buck me off him except when he bucked our cocks brushed together and pleasure superseded the pain. We both froze looking down at each other and we were both hard. This was wrong, I shouldn’t be having this reaction, especially with him.

Why him? Fuck, I would take anyone else on the team, even Webber.

“Goddammit,” Riggs muttered. “Why you?”

He didn’t let me respond before yanking me down to kiss him and I didn’t have it in me to fight it. I kissed him back and rocked into him which made us moan.

“Damn you, Riggs,” I sucked on his lip before biting it.

“Fuck you, Gomez,” he growled, adjusting himself so I fit in between his legs giving me better access to rut against him.

Fuck him for making me want him.