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CHAPTER 45

Tristan

“ T hat was a helluva practice.” Alex strips off his gloves and helmet as we exit the ice.

Sweat rolls down my body as I gratefully suck in a breath after removing my gloves and helmet. “You’re not kidding. Coach Jensen and the new assistant coach, Riley Nelson, kicked our asses.”

As we fall in step with one another, heading to the locker room, Alex nudges me. “What do you think of Coach Nelson?”

I shrug. “Since it’s his first practice with us, it’s hard to say. But he seemed decent when Coach introduced him. I like the things he said. And while he’s tough, he seems fair.” I smirk. “He earned bonus points when Josh showed up and melted down about his suspension from the team and Nelson said, ‘So you’re the rich, entitled druggie? Your behavior doesn’t help your case much. Now get the hell outta the arena.’ Then he followed him out to make sure he left.”

“Damn, I missed it. I was too busy yelling at Bryce and Landin. Those two assholes are really getting on my nerves. I’m about ready to move out. ”

I raise my brows, studying him. “This isn’t because of Jordyn wearing his jersey, is it?”

“Nah, but that didn’t help. He’s lazy and doesn’t wanna do anything but play video games and drink in his downtime. That’s why he’s been sent for tutoring. He hasn’t done a fucking thing in his classes from all I’ve seen. He blew off his classes yesterday. Wait til Jensen finds out.”

“Fuck. He’ll get benched as soon as Coach finds out. And if his GPA drops, he’ll be off the team.” I run a hand through my sweaty hair, my muscles tense from the stress of the shit going on with the team.

“Yeah, but we have some decent underclassmen who haven’t gotten much game time. It may not be a big deal, especially if they play like they’ve been practicing.”

“True. Maybe Coach will put Jasper Ryan in Josh’s place. That guy has talent and he’s a helluva lot better at playing left defenseman than Josh.”

Alex raises his brows, a smirk on his lips. “Poor Jasper. That’s not exactly a compliment since Josh has been distracted and playing so shitty lately.”

I chuckle, punching his arm. “You know what I mean, jackass. Jasper has talent. He’s hungry and focused.” Frowning, I open my locker. “I overheard Coach chewing out Jasper for his grades in his Sociology class.”

Alex shrugs. “Ask voyeur who can tutor him.” A shit-eating grin is on his face. “Maybe he’ll get a hot tutor. Then he can fuck a puck bunny and have the tutor?—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Laughing, I pull off my jersey, throwing it at his head. “Fucking asshole. And why the hell are you always naked?”

He howls with laughter, grabs my jersey, and rubs it over his dick and balls. “Just giving you and the rest of the guys a show. Everyone in here knows I have the biggest balls since I’m the goalie. Now that they’ve seen my dick, they know I have a huge?—”

“Stop.” I’m laughing so hard I can’t get dressed. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you.”

Alex tosses my jersey, which he just rubbed over his junk, at my face. I hurriedly catch it, trying to scowl but failing miserably. “Because you’re a lucky mofo. Everyone dreams of having a best friend like me.” He starts gyrating his hips.

His antics draw the attention of Bryce, Landin, Travis, and Jasper, who start laughing hysterically at the show he’s putting on.

I point at him. “Anyone need a new best friend? This one’s available.”

Alex and I exit the locker room, our bags thrown over our shoulders, heading toward our vehicles. “I have a meeting with Jensen and Nelson tomorrow. Jensen was bitching he hates paperwork and is so disorganized. He said he should hire a student to get him organized.”

Alex gives me a knowing grin. “And you hate your girl stripping. Plus, she’d be perfect for the job. Her notes and outlines are fucking impressive. I’ve never seen anyone color code and organize shit like she does.”

“I know. I thought I was organized until I saw that.” My phone makes a series of beeps, indicating I have text messages. I glance down at my phone, smiling when I see Jordyn’s name on my screen. I open her message and immediately begin cursing, turning my body away from Alex.

“Why are you… Oh, your kitten must have sent you something naughty.”

I’m trying to shield my hard dick as my gaze drops back to her lying on my bed, wearing the sexy-as-hell maroon bra and panties she wore at Sinful. The last pose makes me sweat. She’s on her stomach, her breasts nearly spilling out of the bra, and her perky ass revealed in that thong.

Goddamn, that fucking ass of hers.

I change the subject so he doesn’t notice my hard-on and break my balls over it. “Still talking to Chelsea?”

A huge grin lights up Alex’s face. “Hell, yes. Remember when I asked you to video me stretching on the ice after practice a couple of days ago, and you thought I was insane? That was for her. My flexibility turns her on. She has a flex kink.”

I snort, raising my brows. “A flex kink?”

“What can I say? The girl has class. She knows who the real MVP of the hockey team is.” He smirks at me. “Flexible and a huge dick. What more can a girl want?”

“Someone with modesty, Mr. King Kong Dong,” I joke as we part ways, heading to our respective vehicles. “Later, man.”

Alex’s laughter follows me to my vehicle. “Later, stud.”